...sloppy snow, sloppy (or more like, slack) blog author...
My excuse is that I am power viewing Unsolved Mysteries, all 12 seasons on Prime. I usually catch a couple of episodes an evening and that is it for available time, such as for writing blogs. Though I must admit the comments on some of the Zero Hedge stories are quite entertaining and suit my political perspective to some extent. Plenty of shills and trolls though, and other acts promoting something irrelevant. Algorithms only go so far in being able to moderate human opinion.
Though I am coming to think that applying algorithms to apply the law and sentencing is a good idea; there are far too many shits getting away with murder from soft-on-crime judges (or just plain soft), and if they don't, they seem to end up with an inordinately short sentence. Doesn't life imprisonment mean imprisoned for life anymore? Its about time we automated the so-called justice system and quit making excuses for criminality. The only use for the judge would be to review the algorithmic determinations and/or review variances (=-10% only) and any egregious wrong outcomes, maximum of 2 per year. Otherwise, put the mofo in the clink and quit using the excuse that protracted justice is unjust, a ridiculous outcome of the Supremes here in Canada, aka, the "Jordan" decision. And quit using the Jordan decision, (or, if you prefer, the Supreme collusion for justice system sandbagging), as an excuse for the law enforcement to "focus" on violent crimes and ignore the rest. The law is written for a purpose, and as such it is expected to be enforced. More on this and related Unsolved Mystery episodes below.
Though to be fair, Canada isn't alone in its pursuit of degrading the application of the law and keeping the justice system hog-tied with slow processes and ignoring any sensible methods to radically improve throughput. That, along with the wimpy application of the law serves as another avenue to take down Western civilization IMHO. That, along with the immigration problem, another take-down avenue of significant dimension. Call it wilful self-excused incremental cultural and social degradation. FFS, weren't two world wars enough, along with the prior colonial exercises, purges, and other war campaigns of all manner of cultures and countries? ("Only" 203 million dead dead from wars , famines an purges in the 20th Century.) Apparently not enough if you are of TPTB, and have an experimental need to keep churning the human race for whatever nefarious objectives they keep.
Onto the prosaic; I am back in my residence in Penticton, having hustled here (driven) between the snow storms on the mountain passes to aid my landlord in driving them to the Kelowna airport so they don't have to park their vehicle for $15/day for 8 weeks. Well as it "happened", they "forgot" to tell me that I wasn't needed and came up with some lame-assed excuse as to the notion that since they aren't going for 12 weeks the "savings" can be applied to the parking charges. Like shit; when they changed their plans in mid-August from 12 weeks to 8 weeks away they re-affirmed my availability to do the airport driving and pick up, and I replied in the affirmative. So I scurried back from Victoria and took on winter driving earlier than I wanted, and lo, when on my return and asked about the arrangements beforehand, they claimed that they didn't need me. Sure, they saved paying me $200 as promised, but 8 weeks x 7 days/week x $15/day parking and we have a $840 parking bill. Or maybe they found some off-site airport parking, something I could not find when I flew from Kelowna a few years ago. Whatever; they could of told me about the change in plans, but didn't. Normal folk behaving strangely is nothing new since all this abuse and harassment came down 04-2002.
Christmas holidays are done now, thankfully. I did get to see my daughter in my once/year in-person contact, a new-found behavior enforced since this insane abuse-athon came down, as mentioned above. It just pisses me off that the one person who is fairly neutral in this has been largely kept from me, and that includes any kind of meaningful phone or other electronic communication. As an example, I heard from my mother that my daughter went to Mexico in 10-2019 about then, but my daughter never mentioned anything to me before or after. So in other words, the Psychopaths have ensured the degree of closeness is governed down, and with her, like most everyone else, I am largely kept clueless. As for the rest of the family quislings, aka, The First Feral Family, they can go fuck themselves. They were in on the scam/abuse from the get-go and knew of the intense abuse onset (perps gone berserk/overt in 04-2002) at least six years before it came down, and they said nothing. Furthermore, apart from the odd catch and curious statement, (see....) they played dumb and continue to do so. Fuck them all, everyone (daughter excepted, as she likely learned about the coming shit-storm and related fuckery only a year ahead).
A TI recently commented on the perps' enforced estrangement between my daughter and I, and as one can tell, I am roundly pissed that my daughter has been largely kept from me and that the elephant-in-the-room, this abuse-athon in all it infamy and vileness, is never, ever, mentioned. As for the remainder of the comments, the use of psychiatric measures to contain and experiment on TI's is my experience as well. At least you have come to the personal realization that shrinks are corrupt, if not crazy. As for the remainder of the comments I could not read them as the Pending Comment page truncates the comment and I am deferring to your request to not publish them. (Only then would I be able to see them in full).
One of my Christmas visitation intentions was to find a particular photograph that was in my mother's collection of shoe-boxes. This photograph showed my younger brother at 16 months old in a stroller, myself aged 3-4 y.o, my mother and the unique backdrop of the wintertime street ice statues in Montreal. That would of unequivocally placed the photograph to early 1958 in Montreal. Which is roundly perturbing to me as this would of been my second Montreal stay, and the wintertime ice statues would of been even more vivid in my memory then. My first stay in Montreal was in 1956, and I was beginning to form my first permanent memories, and for the most part, poof they are all gone until back in Victoria in fall of 1959.
So who fucked my out of my recall from 1956 to 1959 while in Montreal for two visits, and other places as well? I know I don't ever forget where I lived anywhere, and here is a four year hole when making formative and vivid memories. As it "happens", I wasn't the only one getting recall deletion in Montreal as child then. Ann Diamond, a Canadian author, (blog also) also details some of these horrors of the McGill University's Allan Memorial Institute, the hospital where Dr. Ewen Cameron conducted his CIA sponsored brain trashing "research" from 1948-1962. She chronicles events in her book, My Cold War (another link). Another book, A Certain Girl seems to be a fictionalized version of her experiences. Also, her podcasts on this topic, and her interactions with another Montreal denizen of considerable note, Leonard Cohen, also in book form, The Man Next Door.
Back to the photograph that I was questing; I took my new flat bed scanner to Victoria on this visit and scanned a number of my mother's photographs, some being her mother's family, going back to the turn of the last century. This particular photograph "somehow" was sitting on a bureau in the spare bedroom where the shoe-boxes of photos where stored, presumably left for me to "find". It was so significant that I took it, and with a few others from my Seattle days of post 04-2002 when the Psychopaths first trashed my apartment and put on other highly invasive and unconventional displays of immobilizing technology, and got them scanned at a office services outfit. I returned my mother's photograph, (which, in hindsight, I should not of bothered with for all her disorganization), and kept the digital version. And what do I discover in my mother's photograph collection? Why, my own Seattle photographs, but not hers that I had put back. Anyhow, I did discover a few other photographs of that era, but none so uniquely definitive as the one that was placed for me to "find". And as it "so happens", the digital versions that I took "somehow" disappeared off this PC, multiple versions of them. Well done assholes; you bait me with the proof and then fuck me out of retaining a copy of it.
And somehow I thought that I had posted this aforementioned definitive photo on this here blog, and yet I cannot find it after manually searching for it.
Another anomaly in my mother's photo collection was the discovery of an envelope that contained a snippet of my daughter's first hair, before the second growth came in. This small memento was kept in my camera bag at the time, and lo, if "somehow" it didn't show up in my mother's photo album. [Re-take; perhaps this envelope was given to my mother by my ex (unbeknownst to me) and is not the envelope that went missing from my camera bag].
01-07-2020
I have been on snow removal duty in the service of my absent landlord, per agreement. But as I have been on a propagation cane collection job in various vineyards, I have had to get up early to attend to snow clearing and then get ready for work. These 0500-0600h snow clearings are in the dark of course, but invariably there is someone with their headlights on and pointed at me from across the street or down the street each snow clearing episode. And often more than one vehicle. Just what is it that so compels the Psychopaths that they need to keep lights on me so often? This habit of theirs was evident since they went berserk/overt in 04-2002 and it has increased all the more in the last six months.
As part of the vine collection job I meet up with others at a nearby car pooling parking lot (about 0700h), and lo, if these trades dudes don't arrive with their vehicles around me, headlights on, and sit there transferring equipment and personnel around for 5 to 10 minutes. Said trades dudes also have ladders on their vehicles, another long running harassment operation prop for unknown reasons. I suppose, with all their attention on me and what vehicle I am in, they need extra coverage/energetic interaction (or whatever) while I am entering another vehicle, or else others climb into mine. They even put some babes dithering around their vehicle in some kind of ride sharing activity, all in keeping with having attractive women as a kind of foil or alternative to dude swarming me.
And the large amount of highway traffic at 0700h in snowy and inclement driving conditions has also been noticed. Again, I suppose if I am traveling with co-workers, riding in their vehicle and later working with them in the vineyard, it is just too good to give up the opportunity to grind me all the more with headlights and other selected energetic disruptions.
I was ice wine picking last week for two days as an Arctic front came in and caused temperatures to get below -8C, the "magic moment" specification for the grapes to be later pressed to extract 35Brix juice. (More like syrup). I worked two vineyards one day, and a full second day, and was roundly tired afterward. I haven't been able to partake in ice wine picking since 2013 due to timing and other issues, so it was nice to pick up some easy cash for my efforts. My crew mates from the cane propagation job were also on these crews, so I suppose it might be considered coverage continuity. And in doing ice wine picking, it is as a "flock", picking together so again, closer than normal proximity to all my picking colleagues.
I also met up with two associates from prior vineyard jobs in the past 5 years; as before, they were friendly and conversant. None of the "don't know you" act that I get so often. And too, it was nice to be a known quantity in a herd of 40 or so.
I was a big fan of Unsolved Mysteries in the 1990's, but I never got to see even half of them due to other evening commitments and events. I have long sought to see the entire series and catch up on the updates, and was glad that Amazon Prime put them on their video offerings. Hence the binge watching of Unsolved Mysteries these past three months, usually no more that two episodes per day. Since I the onset of this abuse-athon and exposure to all manner of unconventional technologies and inflictions, along with seeing a bigger picture out there in terms of human history, I don't view nonfiction shows with the same perspective as I formerly did. Perhaps one could call it a jaundiced perspective after being put through the mill (and continuing) of unconventional abuse. And I have begun to notice some common themes in the more unsavory events, excluding the "Lost Loves" and similar feel-good episodes.
One theme I notice is that the police, charged with investigating the crime, seem in many cases to be reluctant to do a thorough job, particularly with many apparent suicide events, usually disputed by the victim's family. In these, the police just don't want to know, and even the prosecutor jumps in and refuses to re-cast the assigned death as "suspicious" or "homicide", even in light of later information that clearly points to another explanation, often after the grieving family has exhumed the body and had it professionally re-examined.
Often in these cases, the victim seems to signal themselves in advance by doing something peculiar to attract attention, though unrelated to their later demise. In one instance, a young man traveling by vehicle from Alaska to Washington State through British Columbia, Canada, is stopped at the Alaska-Yukon border because he is carrying a handgun which is not permitted in Canada. (The border officials always ask Americans if they are carrying firearms into Canada, and as he was the son of two medical doctors, surely he would of been better prepared). Said man later ends of dead from a hitchhiker he took on, but even the nature of picking up this person just seems odd in detail, and not filling up at this outpost when it was his intention to do so. With long distances between settlements in northern BC it is imperative that one fill up one's tank. I found there was some discontinuity in the details, and of course, the perpetrator was never found.
In another Unsolved Mysteries episode, a military soldier hangs himself, which "happens" to be three weeks before his good friend at another base also does the same. The story focuses mostly on one of these two apparent suicides, but what I found curious was that it was on a Sunday, and the soldier happened to forget that he was to be on duty that morning and someone from the unit went to his on-base accommodation to inform him that he was required for duty. The soldier was dressed in civilian clothes when he was informed, and said that he would change into uniform and join his unit. He never did, and was later found dead from a self inflicted hanging. It just seems so curious that this soldier with an impeccable record somehow "forgot" to show up for duty that morning, was clearly unprepared when informed, and then suicided. Like as if he wanted to be noticed before he did himself in, a highly unlikely scenario IMHO. For the record, there were many other anomalies that put this apparent suicide in the suspicious column, not just my own perspectives.
Another example of signalling was a victim, who in advance, visits a number of colleagues in the small Colorado town where he lives, and then heads out hiking, and not particularly dressed for the conditions, at about 1600h into the mountains in winter. That is absurd; any winter time hiker would set of early, be well prepared and supply a route to another party. A few years later his body is discovered in the woods.
In at least two other instances of Unsolved Mystery episodes the police seem genuinely reluctant to consider other evidence and testimony related to deaths from satanic abuses. Perhaps nothing new there for those who know more about this particular angle, though it is not one I have known in any way. Perhaps this link (warning:a horrific read) to the goings on in Asheville NC would explain more. You know, just the "usual; members of the judiciary, police, hospital, school system etc. are in on it.
I could do a lengthy TI's analysis of many Unsolved Mysteries episodes from the perspective that "nothing is what it seems", which is where TI's come from, almost by definition. But I shall refrain, as this would be surely an arcane and speculative thread that only TI's would benefit from.
And another online discovery of all things unconventional is this corker of a treatise by Donald Marshall. The gist of story seems credible, though quite unconventional, gruesome and ultimately perturbing; e.g. cloning of humans, alien invasion of humans (body snatching), gladiator fights to the death, etc. Some of the historical speculations are a little off IMHO. And the particular underground military base cannot be far from where I live, or where my brother lives. It is quoted as "five hours from Vancouver" (BC), which places it either near Kamloops or Kelowna (assuming it is driven). The former is at the confluence of the Thompson and Fraser rivers, and becomes the Fraser River from there to tidewater at Vancouver, BC and may explain the incidences of the severed feet showing up on coastal shores.
The theme of cloning humans and the clone's particular inability to have consciousness while the subject (a "real") is awake does seem to play into the Psychpaths nonconsensual human experimentation objectives as I have come to know them as an experimental subject/victim. Specifically the perps' need to noisestalk me (or applying other coincidental intrusive external stimuli, eg. maser balls flying at me) at the very moment of awareness (consciousness) has long been noted. It is also curious that they had me watch Spartacus series recently, having a blood and gore component that I didn't care for, but which is part of these profoundly disturbing regular viewing events of the selected audience at this military base. It brings me back to the film, "They Live", and this select group who live among us who are in the know and are called for at certain times. Though who would of dreamed up this macabre activity theme? Obviously, (to me at least), it is the continuation of the perps' well established need for having life snuffed out while viewed by others, be it entertainment, war or other means, simulated or real. And now, with another parameter, is the life a clone or the original?
So which is it, Kamloops or Kelowna? (you will need to zoom in somehow on the above map; since MS Snip is such a wretched piece of ergonomic obstruction, I could not put geographic markers on. And MS Paint won't save anything any more). The "missing feet" discoveries identified in the above link point to Kamloops by way of these body parts floating down the Fraser River and mixing with the tidewaters surrounding Vancouver Island, both north and south. Though Kelowna has the second most frequent UFO sightings in Canada, a party that doubtless has a huge interest in all this covert and depraved activity. I don't know for sure, but for other experiences I won't get into, I pick the former. And too, one must keep a perspective that this too may all be disinformation.
But, should human clones be a reality, it would serve the purposes of conventionally bound law enforcement organizations to find a heavily decomposed body a few years later for which the DNA matched the victim/subject's. Hmmm.... a little too out-there to put that on Unsolved Mysteries.
Anyhow, a tour through recent goings on as well as some of my more recent macabre findings and speculations on possible connections. What this blog is about, if it is not recording the slings and arrows of being a TI and all its unconventional experiences, and thereby, perspectives.
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Monday, January 20, 2020
Sunday, January 05, 2020
They Live; indeed they may well do
12-21-2019
I saw the film "They Live" (1998) tonight. Both the main actor Roddy Piper and the director, John Carpenter, later said it was as documentary. Call it street people meeting up with science fiction, though not too much fiction given my experiences as a TI. Teleportation of personnel on demand; seen it. The police as the lap dogs of TPTB; had it done to me. Ubiquitous Fuckwits in a curious choreography that has the target's every move anticipated; I live it. The film has been called the original "Matrix". No choices in colored pills in my experience though. Nowadays it is down to a dull roar of gangstalking my ass, even for the little that I get out and about, especially in the guise of current Christmas time activity. And those funky sunglasses of the film, where the protagonists discover them and then are able to see aliens from normal humans, as well as the subliminal advertising. Just could be a "coincidence", (a loaded term, if there ever was), but a considerable number of the Fuckwits/gangstalkers do wear sunglasses in the most absurd circumstances; rainy winter days or when there is low and dingy overcast in the winter here.
But for FFS, why so much coverage of me with lighting pointed at me (aka pit-lamping) now? Every time I enter or exit my vehicle, the shopping mall, or other buildings. And not just one set, often a vehicle, but now two sets, usually at right angles or thereabouts. And across the street in the opposite lane-way, there has been someone "happening" to be in a vehicle with their headlights pointed at me about 80% of the time for the past six years when I get in or out of my vehicle where it is parked at my residence. Well, I suppose that got tired, so they replaced this over-obvious activity with a set of three newly-installed fixed lights on a garage that seem to be on all the time at night. Which may well complement the recent (09-2019) garage to two storey carriage house conversion in the adjacent back lane that "happens" to leave their outside lights on all the time, day and night. As to why the Psychopaths need to pummel me with bright lights all the time, especially for moments of vehicle and building egress, I don't know, but they have been absolutely consistent with this from the day they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. That is, the onset of overt and highly abusive harassment.
And the parked vehicle squatting/stalking has increased of late. I first noticed this change in public behavior a week before the onset of their berserk/overt abuse-athon of 04-2002. I was at a grocery store that I formerly frequented when I lived in Everett WA, even though I was living in Seattle WA at the time. (I would drive S from the border on Sunday evenings on the I-5 and get my week's groceries there, as I knew the store and could get off and on the freeway readily). I could not figure out why all these males were sitting in their vehicles in the parking lot outside the grocery store, like there was some kind of drug distribution going on. I even mentioned it to my boss, who surely must of known that I had noted it anew, and he was possibly assigned to elicit my suspicions. Dial it forward some 17.5 years of relentless harassment and fuckery, and this public behavior, at this aforementioned level of occurrence, has returned anew. Obviously I am going to park in more remote areas of parking lots and draw them to me to make it more obvious, something they don't like to do. (Which they will likely counter by populating the parking lot with more vehicles and ensuring their wider dispersion).
Two days of highway blocking snow storms, today and yesterday, have prevented me from traveling to Victoria, as if this junket wouldn't be short enough. Yesterday all three routes were blocked, the lowest elevation route happened to have an rock fall rather than a snow storm. Well done, coincidence managers.
I saw the oncologist yesterday in Kelowna; my PSA score went up a little, when it had been down below 1.0 for the last two biannual visits. More tests and wait and see. Other diversionary banter took up the time, and likely I got mind-blanked too, as I wanted to get on with these infernal side-effect symptoms that have annoyed me for the last two years. I was told that would take two years to ameliorate, which they haven't. And now that two years is done, I want some action. But no, not allowed.
01-05-2020
New Year and all; same harassment shit. They even made a point of this on New Year's eve, then 30 minutes into the New Year, by scrambling me over my usual bedtime routine. The forced "forgets", forced finger fumbling, etc., just the "usual" shit. "Happy New Year" came through on the telepathic channel. "Fuck You" was my response on the native channel.
I am now back in my residence in Penticton, having drove Hwy 5 on 01-02-2020. I got ahead of a incoming storm, though in places at the lower elevations it was decidedly wet. The Coquihalla Pass route was slippery in sections with packed snow on the surface. The "usual" problem in these circumstances is the greater variation in driving speeds. The scared shitless creepers through to the senseless "just like dry pavement" drivers. Add in some highly annoying twits that have a habit of braking excessively for no reason, aka the "binder minders", and it is just like past winter driving experiences. I also saw a upside down vehicle in the opposite lane, but thankfully it was a freeway section. About a half hour I saw an ambulance on its way. But given the peculiar behavior of some drivers on this route in winter, who decide to ignore lane signs and park in the third lane for whatever reason, no wonder there are problems.
Two weeks with my perp-abetting mother doddering about, and not seeming to use her hearing aids, was sufficient to do my Christmas visitation duty. The city of Victoria was at its gangstalking best, per usual. I didn't get out much due to my limited visitation time, the inclement weather, but as always, I was forced to because of some items I "forgot". And the gangstalking assholes poured it on the most at the LD store; at least 8 of these Fuckwits "shopping" by standing around and doing their bend overs and no picking anything up. I had three locations in the store to go to, one of them being obscure, and they had Fuckwits posted at each of them for extended durations for no seeming reason.
I took my flatbed scanner down to digitize a number of my mother's pictures, but in keeping with the usual perp fuckery, the job didn't get finished because they NEVER let me finish a new job. They just love to have uncompleted work hang over one's head for as long as they can. I could never figure this one out, but it has been so highly consistent that it a given. An alternative in the work site is to have someone else finish my work. Whatever. Just go fuck yourselves and leave me alone.
The one picture that I wanted to find and digitize was the one that was formerly digitized back in about 2009, and "somehow" disappeared off my computer. It showed me at about three years old, with my 16 month old brother in a stroller, with my mother in front of a backdrop of Montreal's wintertime frozen public sculptures. For "some reason" my mother had left it out and I saw it, and I at once realized that the photo placed me in Montreal in 1958-59 for which I have no recollection for. I was aware that I have a three year recall deletion over this period, but this photo unequivocally placed me in time and location and yet I have no recall of being there then. And I have never, ever, forgot where I lived at any location, and I was first forming permanent memories aged 26 months, that being Montreal. As best as I can recall, this was a first Montreal stay, my father beginning his PhD studies at McGill. The aforementioned photo shows that my brother was about 16 months old, so it had to be a second and later stay, as I don't recall having any sibling the first stay.
At the time I digitized the above photo I also digitized some of my Seattle photographs of 2002, that detailed the anomalous "modifications" the assholes did to my apartment after they went berserk/overt in 04-2002. (I took the photographs to digitizing service then, as I did not own a scanner then). [And I thought that I had posted this photo to this blog at the time, but cannot find the posting].
As to why my photos got mixed with my mother's I have no idea. I wouldn't be so stupid to take my mother's photo, "borrow it" in effect, to scan it with some of my own, and then "somehow" dump all of them back when returning my mother's photo. I should of just kept it, for all that she remembers them anyhow, though her capacity for recall of this era seems to be highly variable. And perhaps for strategic purposes and not revealing as to what went on, and was I given the Dr. Ewen Cameron treatment, Canada's very own brain damaging doctor, supposedly in the cause of research, who also "happened" to be at McGill, during his reign of terror and error. Abetted by visitations of Dr. Mengele if the many sightings of this uber-mind damager doctor are correct, which I believe they are. Surely there must be a specialist category of doctors who engage in non-consensual human experimentation and too, cause brain damage? I don't know Latin well enough to develop a clinical category that adequately describes this particular form of clinical treachery.
Though I did find some photos that placed me in snowy conditions during that period, but none that unequivocally place me in Montreal. Once I get the digitized photos compiled, I shall put some in this blog.
Another "find" was an envelope of my daughter's hair, aged two. (Her first crop of hair was being replaced by a second crop at the time). This envelope was always in my camera bag but mysteriously went missing, and I assumed the ex had stolen it. Again, I don't know how she knew it was there as I never told anyone. But "somehow" in the middle of my mother's photo collection, there it was. This wouldn't be the first time that something was mysteriously went missing and was found in peculiar circumstances, and won't likely be the last.
Anyhow, enough of this posting and to get it launched.
I saw the film "They Live" (1998) tonight. Both the main actor Roddy Piper and the director, John Carpenter, later said it was as documentary. Call it street people meeting up with science fiction, though not too much fiction given my experiences as a TI. Teleportation of personnel on demand; seen it. The police as the lap dogs of TPTB; had it done to me. Ubiquitous Fuckwits in a curious choreography that has the target's every move anticipated; I live it. The film has been called the original "Matrix". No choices in colored pills in my experience though. Nowadays it is down to a dull roar of gangstalking my ass, even for the little that I get out and about, especially in the guise of current Christmas time activity. And those funky sunglasses of the film, where the protagonists discover them and then are able to see aliens from normal humans, as well as the subliminal advertising. Just could be a "coincidence", (a loaded term, if there ever was), but a considerable number of the Fuckwits/gangstalkers do wear sunglasses in the most absurd circumstances; rainy winter days or when there is low and dingy overcast in the winter here.
But for FFS, why so much coverage of me with lighting pointed at me (aka pit-lamping) now? Every time I enter or exit my vehicle, the shopping mall, or other buildings. And not just one set, often a vehicle, but now two sets, usually at right angles or thereabouts. And across the street in the opposite lane-way, there has been someone "happening" to be in a vehicle with their headlights pointed at me about 80% of the time for the past six years when I get in or out of my vehicle where it is parked at my residence. Well, I suppose that got tired, so they replaced this over-obvious activity with a set of three newly-installed fixed lights on a garage that seem to be on all the time at night. Which may well complement the recent (09-2019) garage to two storey carriage house conversion in the adjacent back lane that "happens" to leave their outside lights on all the time, day and night. As to why the Psychopaths need to pummel me with bright lights all the time, especially for moments of vehicle and building egress, I don't know, but they have been absolutely consistent with this from the day they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002. That is, the onset of overt and highly abusive harassment.
And the parked vehicle squatting/stalking has increased of late. I first noticed this change in public behavior a week before the onset of their berserk/overt abuse-athon of 04-2002. I was at a grocery store that I formerly frequented when I lived in Everett WA, even though I was living in Seattle WA at the time. (I would drive S from the border on Sunday evenings on the I-5 and get my week's groceries there, as I knew the store and could get off and on the freeway readily). I could not figure out why all these males were sitting in their vehicles in the parking lot outside the grocery store, like there was some kind of drug distribution going on. I even mentioned it to my boss, who surely must of known that I had noted it anew, and he was possibly assigned to elicit my suspicions. Dial it forward some 17.5 years of relentless harassment and fuckery, and this public behavior, at this aforementioned level of occurrence, has returned anew. Obviously I am going to park in more remote areas of parking lots and draw them to me to make it more obvious, something they don't like to do. (Which they will likely counter by populating the parking lot with more vehicles and ensuring their wider dispersion).
Two days of highway blocking snow storms, today and yesterday, have prevented me from traveling to Victoria, as if this junket wouldn't be short enough. Yesterday all three routes were blocked, the lowest elevation route happened to have an rock fall rather than a snow storm. Well done, coincidence managers.
I saw the oncologist yesterday in Kelowna; my PSA score went up a little, when it had been down below 1.0 for the last two biannual visits. More tests and wait and see. Other diversionary banter took up the time, and likely I got mind-blanked too, as I wanted to get on with these infernal side-effect symptoms that have annoyed me for the last two years. I was told that would take two years to ameliorate, which they haven't. And now that two years is done, I want some action. But no, not allowed.
01-05-2020
New Year and all; same harassment shit. They even made a point of this on New Year's eve, then 30 minutes into the New Year, by scrambling me over my usual bedtime routine. The forced "forgets", forced finger fumbling, etc., just the "usual" shit. "Happy New Year" came through on the telepathic channel. "Fuck You" was my response on the native channel.
I am now back in my residence in Penticton, having drove Hwy 5 on 01-02-2020. I got ahead of a incoming storm, though in places at the lower elevations it was decidedly wet. The Coquihalla Pass route was slippery in sections with packed snow on the surface. The "usual" problem in these circumstances is the greater variation in driving speeds. The scared shitless creepers through to the senseless "just like dry pavement" drivers. Add in some highly annoying twits that have a habit of braking excessively for no reason, aka the "binder minders", and it is just like past winter driving experiences. I also saw a upside down vehicle in the opposite lane, but thankfully it was a freeway section. About a half hour I saw an ambulance on its way. But given the peculiar behavior of some drivers on this route in winter, who decide to ignore lane signs and park in the third lane for whatever reason, no wonder there are problems.
Two weeks with my perp-abetting mother doddering about, and not seeming to use her hearing aids, was sufficient to do my Christmas visitation duty. The city of Victoria was at its gangstalking best, per usual. I didn't get out much due to my limited visitation time, the inclement weather, but as always, I was forced to because of some items I "forgot". And the gangstalking assholes poured it on the most at the LD store; at least 8 of these Fuckwits "shopping" by standing around and doing their bend overs and no picking anything up. I had three locations in the store to go to, one of them being obscure, and they had Fuckwits posted at each of them for extended durations for no seeming reason.
I took my flatbed scanner down to digitize a number of my mother's pictures, but in keeping with the usual perp fuckery, the job didn't get finished because they NEVER let me finish a new job. They just love to have uncompleted work hang over one's head for as long as they can. I could never figure this one out, but it has been so highly consistent that it a given. An alternative in the work site is to have someone else finish my work. Whatever. Just go fuck yourselves and leave me alone.
The one picture that I wanted to find and digitize was the one that was formerly digitized back in about 2009, and "somehow" disappeared off my computer. It showed me at about three years old, with my 16 month old brother in a stroller, with my mother in front of a backdrop of Montreal's wintertime frozen public sculptures. For "some reason" my mother had left it out and I saw it, and I at once realized that the photo placed me in Montreal in 1958-59 for which I have no recollection for. I was aware that I have a three year recall deletion over this period, but this photo unequivocally placed me in time and location and yet I have no recall of being there then. And I have never, ever, forgot where I lived at any location, and I was first forming permanent memories aged 26 months, that being Montreal. As best as I can recall, this was a first Montreal stay, my father beginning his PhD studies at McGill. The aforementioned photo shows that my brother was about 16 months old, so it had to be a second and later stay, as I don't recall having any sibling the first stay.
At the time I digitized the above photo I also digitized some of my Seattle photographs of 2002, that detailed the anomalous "modifications" the assholes did to my apartment after they went berserk/overt in 04-2002. (I took the photographs to digitizing service then, as I did not own a scanner then). [And I thought that I had posted this photo to this blog at the time, but cannot find the posting].
As to why my photos got mixed with my mother's I have no idea. I wouldn't be so stupid to take my mother's photo, "borrow it" in effect, to scan it with some of my own, and then "somehow" dump all of them back when returning my mother's photo. I should of just kept it, for all that she remembers them anyhow, though her capacity for recall of this era seems to be highly variable. And perhaps for strategic purposes and not revealing as to what went on, and was I given the Dr. Ewen Cameron treatment, Canada's very own brain damaging doctor, supposedly in the cause of research, who also "happened" to be at McGill, during his reign of terror and error. Abetted by visitations of Dr. Mengele if the many sightings of this uber-mind damager doctor are correct, which I believe they are. Surely there must be a specialist category of doctors who engage in non-consensual human experimentation and too, cause brain damage? I don't know Latin well enough to develop a clinical category that adequately describes this particular form of clinical treachery.
Though I did find some photos that placed me in snowy conditions during that period, but none that unequivocally place me in Montreal. Once I get the digitized photos compiled, I shall put some in this blog.
Another "find" was an envelope of my daughter's hair, aged two. (Her first crop of hair was being replaced by a second crop at the time). This envelope was always in my camera bag but mysteriously went missing, and I assumed the ex had stolen it. Again, I don't know how she knew it was there as I never told anyone. But "somehow" in the middle of my mother's photo collection, there it was. This wouldn't be the first time that something was mysteriously went missing and was found in peculiar circumstances, and won't likely be the last.
Anyhow, enough of this posting and to get it launched.
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Work Boot Sabotage; Round 6
09-10-2018
Up a half hour earlier today, as we now start at 0630h as of today, and lo, such a difference in morning time routine has brought on a round of my most loathed noise, HD motorcycles. The owner across the back lane could of just fired it up and departed, but I suppose in the minds of the noisescape engineers, it just wouldn't do. So.... 15 min. of HD motorcycle throbbing and senseless rpm variation with the headlight aimed at my E window, even if was closed with a venetian blind. Never had this particular timing before.
But then again, the pit-lamping with headlights has increased, and couldn't be more obvious when I park my vehicle for work, a whole 5 minutes drive away. It seems every time some shit drives up behind me for on-street parking and then keeps their headlights on while I attend to my gear on the rear deck of the Ford Escape, rear hatch opened.
I got sufficiently pissed with this the third time this week, and out-waited the dude who pulled behind me, walking away from his vehicle while with the headlights on. (I wasn't going to tell him that). Or at least that is what I thought, but no, his missus was sitting in the vehicle with the engine running, still in the passenger seat, staring at her phone. Like WTF; if it was a shared vehicle situation, why did they park behind me and not swap drivers two blocks closer to his work site, the hospital construction site? Go figure.
09-13-2018
The work boots I purchased new in 2010, and wore all of three weeks (total) prior to this current construction gig of 3 weeks have now delaminated, yet again, at the sole. Prior to this gig, they were in the shop more than I ever wore them, and were repaired at least five times at various shoe repair shops. I even delivered them to Kelowna twice, a 50 minute drive, to wait four weeks in each instance, and STILL they "failed". As in the sole delaminating today while walking to work from my vehicle. Twice today I applied some serious glue to them and got the L boot repaired enough.
Then tonight I separated the soles from the uppers, sanded them with a grinder, applied serious glue, and screwed them. We shall see how this works out tomorrow.
Needless to say I am totally and fucking infuriated at this relentless and insane sabotage over these composite toed safety boots, the first such pair I have had. I have had enough footwear sabotage to last 5 lifetimes, and now, I have had five rounds of repairing these little used work boots. Just what is the matter with the perps that they need to fuck with these boots to such a degree? They don't mess with my steel toed rubber boots which I have worn considerably more, some 3 months/year for the last five years. Yes, I know, this is a totally differently constructed boot, but in all the full gamut of footwear sabotage, the perps have gone utterly berserk over this particular pair of work boots.
More dude rush/convergence at the hospital construction work site while I was handling the pallets again; about eight in file this time. Well, I suppose they could of all been from a single firm/subtrade and were coming in from a break. But still, the number of times the stalking show erupts when I handle pallets has been absurd.
I suppose it isn't enough that I am working around pallets all the time on this gig; removing the packed millwork (cabinets), and moving them to rooms for the installers to then install them. Then I take the empty pallets to the elevator and to the garbage, which is when the dude flush erupts, usually around a corner. The perps tell me that their interest in pallets stems from the fact that everything (nearly) is packed on pallets, and that the wood energy of the pallet is also infused into the items on the pallet, and of course, our dear perps need to sort out what energies come from where and how they dissipate (assuming that they do). As to all of this, I don't care; just leave me the fuck alone and quit using me as some kind of experimental fodder for figuring out this energetic event. No doubt they have plans to put me into this hospital in the years ahead, and then I get to energetically interact with the same palletized items, cabinets in this case, while recuperating; as in being kept in place. (And same flooring etc.) Again, leave me alone; I hate hospitals, and don't ever want to be a patient in one, not for a minute. (Been there, had it done to me, and was totally gangstalked by the "patients").
A most strange elevator event today; a full house of dudes heading to their respective floors to work, and one with a red backpack backs into me. And don't I know this stunt, as they pulled this a few months ago at the SOF supermarket while I was at the self-checkout. (That is, one of their very favorite place to stalk my ass, while about to make a financial transaction.) But the weird thing was that this backpack wearing dude then shows up at the elevator at the next floor up, and gets on. This time he had more room and didn't back his back pack into me. Like WTF; there was simply no way this guy could of ran up the stairs as the stairwells are at some distance from the elevators. Soo.. here we have a teleporting perp masquerading as a construction worker so he could twice stalk my ass on two floors in short succession. (In my estimation, they leave the unconventional activities to the real perps, where the hoi polloi (trades workers in this case) get to mill around me in a pre-arranged choreography).
And a small job to do at the old (extant) hospital; and lo, if it wasn't about shift change time, which supported all manner of staff passing by in the corridor. And if that wasn't enough, why, they put on a fugly negro woman with big dreads, who was preceding us hauling out pallets etc. In the usual fashion, I averted my gaze, and attended to something else, which should of given her enough time to leave the building and be out of sight. But no, she changed direction and was then coming at me again. The next day when heading into this same building for the coffee room, why, there she is again.
And too, negro male trades workers seem to be in greater quantity than normal for this town. And too, the E Indian cleaners also seem to be hanging around me like a bad smell, even from floor to floor. One even sits on the cabinets that we just delivered to a room so she can natter on her cell phone while at work.
09-15-2018
A laundry day, and even if early, I got a major weird stalker there; a Fuckwit with tattoos up his neck and halfway onto his cheeks. Fucking awful, and I couldn't look at this freak for longer than it took to set off my internal "freak" warning alarm. And they didn't keep this guy lingering, posing, or doing reprise stalking either. Usually they have the Unfavored specimens, such as this, wander around so they can be seen from different angles as well as inside the building and outside. Not this time; he was pulled from the freak show immediately and wasn't there on my return trips.
A new pair of safety toed workboots had to be purchased today, given the constant bad luck show with the aforementioned pair. The ones that seem to defy repair, though I would posit that the boot repair guys were compromised to force this jerkaround. And this time, I got a good pair, which meant splashing out much more than I ever wanted to. Insult to injury over this fucking insane sabotage campaign, not to mention yet another hole in my pocket that I don't need.
09-16-2018
Sunday, a whole day off, and the notion of doing my twice annual vehicle waxing came on, as isn't too hot these days. I got sucked into starting the project by procuring the automotive wax that I prefer, and lo, the tubby blonde cashier was friendly and smiled at me instead of the usual stricken and pained look I get. She attends to the purchase, then departs the cash desk momentarily and checks the same product on the shelf, returns to the cash register, and when finishing up she gives me this stare and flicks her eyes upward. Like WTF; first a friendly look and then when done, she gives me this weird look for no apparent reason. And afterward, I check the invoice and she gave me a discount even if I don't have an account there. Nice of her, and I would of thanked her had I known at the time of purchase.
Onto getting the vehicle cleaned at the automotive cleaning bays; all went well, and I took the vehicle on the highway for 20 minutes to dry it off. And it "happens" there was at least 50 motorcycles ahead of me, two abreast, one per lane, in some kind of major organized event. No big deal, as well as the ones coming from behind to join the pack. I haven't seen such an array of motorcycles in my whole life, so who know what that was about.
And then after waxing the vehicle's roof, why, the dark clouds roll in, spitting rain. Nix the waxing for a time, and have lunch until this disruption passes. It does, I get more of the vehicle done, and another rain comes on, so another wait. Then I got to finish the job on the third pass. The peps are nuts over this activity too, adding a thin coat of a colored wax which buffs out to be transparent. More color games for them I suppose.
I was finally allowed to get into a regular sleep habits again, even with taking my ADD Rx, as long as it is early in the day. No problem, just let me sleep normally, just like I always did, and when on these same medications previously.
Anyhow, another week done, and onto another and all the vagaries of being a nonconsensual human experimentation subject in situ.
Up a half hour earlier today, as we now start at 0630h as of today, and lo, such a difference in morning time routine has brought on a round of my most loathed noise, HD motorcycles. The owner across the back lane could of just fired it up and departed, but I suppose in the minds of the noisescape engineers, it just wouldn't do. So.... 15 min. of HD motorcycle throbbing and senseless rpm variation with the headlight aimed at my E window, even if was closed with a venetian blind. Never had this particular timing before.
But then again, the pit-lamping with headlights has increased, and couldn't be more obvious when I park my vehicle for work, a whole 5 minutes drive away. It seems every time some shit drives up behind me for on-street parking and then keeps their headlights on while I attend to my gear on the rear deck of the Ford Escape, rear hatch opened.
I got sufficiently pissed with this the third time this week, and out-waited the dude who pulled behind me, walking away from his vehicle while with the headlights on. (I wasn't going to tell him that). Or at least that is what I thought, but no, his missus was sitting in the vehicle with the engine running, still in the passenger seat, staring at her phone. Like WTF; if it was a shared vehicle situation, why did they park behind me and not swap drivers two blocks closer to his work site, the hospital construction site? Go figure.
09-13-2018
The work boots I purchased new in 2010, and wore all of three weeks (total) prior to this current construction gig of 3 weeks have now delaminated, yet again, at the sole. Prior to this gig, they were in the shop more than I ever wore them, and were repaired at least five times at various shoe repair shops. I even delivered them to Kelowna twice, a 50 minute drive, to wait four weeks in each instance, and STILL they "failed". As in the sole delaminating today while walking to work from my vehicle. Twice today I applied some serious glue to them and got the L boot repaired enough.
Then tonight I separated the soles from the uppers, sanded them with a grinder, applied serious glue, and screwed them. We shall see how this works out tomorrow.
Needless to say I am totally and fucking infuriated at this relentless and insane sabotage over these composite toed safety boots, the first such pair I have had. I have had enough footwear sabotage to last 5 lifetimes, and now, I have had five rounds of repairing these little used work boots. Just what is the matter with the perps that they need to fuck with these boots to such a degree? They don't mess with my steel toed rubber boots which I have worn considerably more, some 3 months/year for the last five years. Yes, I know, this is a totally differently constructed boot, but in all the full gamut of footwear sabotage, the perps have gone utterly berserk over this particular pair of work boots.
More dude rush/convergence at the hospital construction work site while I was handling the pallets again; about eight in file this time. Well, I suppose they could of all been from a single firm/subtrade and were coming in from a break. But still, the number of times the stalking show erupts when I handle pallets has been absurd.
I suppose it isn't enough that I am working around pallets all the time on this gig; removing the packed millwork (cabinets), and moving them to rooms for the installers to then install them. Then I take the empty pallets to the elevator and to the garbage, which is when the dude flush erupts, usually around a corner. The perps tell me that their interest in pallets stems from the fact that everything (nearly) is packed on pallets, and that the wood energy of the pallet is also infused into the items on the pallet, and of course, our dear perps need to sort out what energies come from where and how they dissipate (assuming that they do). As to all of this, I don't care; just leave me the fuck alone and quit using me as some kind of experimental fodder for figuring out this energetic event. No doubt they have plans to put me into this hospital in the years ahead, and then I get to energetically interact with the same palletized items, cabinets in this case, while recuperating; as in being kept in place. (And same flooring etc.) Again, leave me alone; I hate hospitals, and don't ever want to be a patient in one, not for a minute. (Been there, had it done to me, and was totally gangstalked by the "patients").
A most strange elevator event today; a full house of dudes heading to their respective floors to work, and one with a red backpack backs into me. And don't I know this stunt, as they pulled this a few months ago at the SOF supermarket while I was at the self-checkout. (That is, one of their very favorite place to stalk my ass, while about to make a financial transaction.) But the weird thing was that this backpack wearing dude then shows up at the elevator at the next floor up, and gets on. This time he had more room and didn't back his back pack into me. Like WTF; there was simply no way this guy could of ran up the stairs as the stairwells are at some distance from the elevators. Soo.. here we have a teleporting perp masquerading as a construction worker so he could twice stalk my ass on two floors in short succession. (In my estimation, they leave the unconventional activities to the real perps, where the hoi polloi (trades workers in this case) get to mill around me in a pre-arranged choreography).
And a small job to do at the old (extant) hospital; and lo, if it wasn't about shift change time, which supported all manner of staff passing by in the corridor. And if that wasn't enough, why, they put on a fugly negro woman with big dreads, who was preceding us hauling out pallets etc. In the usual fashion, I averted my gaze, and attended to something else, which should of given her enough time to leave the building and be out of sight. But no, she changed direction and was then coming at me again. The next day when heading into this same building for the coffee room, why, there she is again.
And too, negro male trades workers seem to be in greater quantity than normal for this town. And too, the E Indian cleaners also seem to be hanging around me like a bad smell, even from floor to floor. One even sits on the cabinets that we just delivered to a room so she can natter on her cell phone while at work.
09-15-2018
A laundry day, and even if early, I got a major weird stalker there; a Fuckwit with tattoos up his neck and halfway onto his cheeks. Fucking awful, and I couldn't look at this freak for longer than it took to set off my internal "freak" warning alarm. And they didn't keep this guy lingering, posing, or doing reprise stalking either. Usually they have the Unfavored specimens, such as this, wander around so they can be seen from different angles as well as inside the building and outside. Not this time; he was pulled from the freak show immediately and wasn't there on my return trips.
A new pair of safety toed workboots had to be purchased today, given the constant bad luck show with the aforementioned pair. The ones that seem to defy repair, though I would posit that the boot repair guys were compromised to force this jerkaround. And this time, I got a good pair, which meant splashing out much more than I ever wanted to. Insult to injury over this fucking insane sabotage campaign, not to mention yet another hole in my pocket that I don't need.
09-16-2018
Sunday, a whole day off, and the notion of doing my twice annual vehicle waxing came on, as isn't too hot these days. I got sucked into starting the project by procuring the automotive wax that I prefer, and lo, the tubby blonde cashier was friendly and smiled at me instead of the usual stricken and pained look I get. She attends to the purchase, then departs the cash desk momentarily and checks the same product on the shelf, returns to the cash register, and when finishing up she gives me this stare and flicks her eyes upward. Like WTF; first a friendly look and then when done, she gives me this weird look for no apparent reason. And afterward, I check the invoice and she gave me a discount even if I don't have an account there. Nice of her, and I would of thanked her had I known at the time of purchase.
Onto getting the vehicle cleaned at the automotive cleaning bays; all went well, and I took the vehicle on the highway for 20 minutes to dry it off. And it "happens" there was at least 50 motorcycles ahead of me, two abreast, one per lane, in some kind of major organized event. No big deal, as well as the ones coming from behind to join the pack. I haven't seen such an array of motorcycles in my whole life, so who know what that was about.
And then after waxing the vehicle's roof, why, the dark clouds roll in, spitting rain. Nix the waxing for a time, and have lunch until this disruption passes. It does, I get more of the vehicle done, and another rain comes on, so another wait. Then I got to finish the job on the third pass. The peps are nuts over this activity too, adding a thin coat of a colored wax which buffs out to be transparent. More color games for them I suppose.
I was finally allowed to get into a regular sleep habits again, even with taking my ADD Rx, as long as it is early in the day. No problem, just let me sleep normally, just like I always did, and when on these same medications previously.
Anyhow, another week done, and onto another and all the vagaries of being a nonconsensual human experimentation subject in situ.
Saturday, July 07, 2018
Pit Lamping Predominance
07-05-2018
And why is the gangstalking becoming more understated, and the pit-lamping (targeted headlights (or other light sources)), becoming more predominant of late? Can I not turn a corner, be it in ambulatory fashion (say, when working/walking in the vineyard), or when driving, and not get beamed with headlights? All these Fuckwits just sitting in their vehicles, "happening" to have their headlights on. Yeah right.
Tonight at SOF supermarket, the "usual" games, posting dithering Fuckwits at places where I want to go, to which I respond by changing my route and coming back later. Which is game for getting mind-fucked (remotely applied dithering) out of returning, something else they like to play. I just don't understand why they need to post these Fuckwits ahead of me, have me change my route, (usually with extra back tracking), all for the same groceries I buy every week. This played out three times tonight; at the hot chicken counter, the deli counter, and then the chocolate section. In the latter case, one of the male Fuckwits saw the need to scratch his crotch, another gangstalker specialty I have come to know. And for the record, I go grocery shopping around 1900h to reduce the stalking count.
At least tonight, there were none of the typical babes, who then have dudes planted beside them or in front of them as part of the couple gangstalking vignettes they so liked to plant around me. This is it, there isn't any high end grocery stores in this town.
Speaking of headlights, they had me install a new pair of halogen bulbs in the Escape last week. Then yesterday, I had to go to the Ford dealership to get the new turn signal bulbs installed, because it requires body panel removal, and I don't do such complex tasks anymore because things go "wrong" far too often. So I sat there for 30 minutes and waited in the customer waiting area, among a constant flux of gangstalkers. The friendly service counter woman of past visits was decidedly distracted this time; no chatting and no broad hints, e.g. "I don't have a boyfriend". She did pass by and wave at one point, so it wasn't quite a full "pretend not to know me" stunt, but she was decidedly made too busy for casual banter while I was there. And so what is about the perps that they engage people who later go emotionally AWOL, or otherwise pretend no to know me, time and time again? I don't know or care; just leave me the fuck alone.
The vineyard boss man was exceptionally terse and uncommunicative today, and as it turned out, in a rather bad mood. I learned from the woman crew member that his girlfriend left him a few weeks ago because he was hiding his drinking problem. He told me via text that his girlfriend "broke it off" a few weeks ago, but I didn't know about the latter drinking issue.
Which might explain his sudden behavior change today. He grumpily stated we were missing shoots in tucking, so we had to do vine rows individually, not doing two at a time by walking the aisle and going back and forth between two rows. Like WTF; we weren't missing shoots as I was looking at the others' (two) work all the time. Anyhow, we just spent two weeks doing it the way he prescribed, (two rows from a single aisle) and now he invokes this ersatz BS as a reason to change the tucking method. Well, if we were missing shoots for the past two weeks, why didn't he mention it for crissakes? I don't buy it, and see this as an exercise in berational fuckery. Back to walking on eggshells again, as in heightened anxiety, a situation the perps just love to create.
Regular readers will recall one behaviorally errant and unpredictable co-worker who had this same effect last year, and after the fourth such unprovoked stunt (July 06, 2017), I quit to join the place I currently work. And now within a day of a year later, we are back to walking on eggshells again with another co-worker, the boss man this time. Woo-hoo, haven't we had enough of this? The ex was also good at "charging the home climate" with her behavioral variances, to put it mildly, and now we get to do this again, and again. And Ms.C, the perp plant who was taken to be a girlfriend at the time, 2000-2003, was also known for her senseless confrontational drama queen tactics.
And on the re-tread trail, this long standing fuckery over income tax deductions. After working at the above mentioned outfit for a year, they finally get it together to issue pay stubs. Not issuing them is illegal, as there is no statement of earnings, but hey, even with a certified accountant in the role of vineyard owner, these things can be arranged. The deal is simple: I pay an extra $50/check in tax so I won't get screwed for more when it comes to the following year at tax time, so I have a refund, instead of tax payable. Because if I don't, I will end up having to pay some $600-800 in taxes, and usually don't have the cash on hand. It has worked for the last four years, but this year I find, after getting a pay stub for the first time, it turns out that this isn't been done. I ask the accountant to increase my tax payable each check, as he says he never got the instructions. Like WTF; why is it that someone has to screw me over this for? Just paying tax like a prudent law abiding citizen isn't allowed in Fuckover Land.
Back in around 2006 I also had to pay US taxes on US income, and had an accountant to handle the US tax matters. So what "happens"? Why, he "forgets" to make the quarterly payments (which I didn't know was required in the first place) and I had to pay a fine of some $400US or so. This constant fuckery over paying tax, when is my avowed practice to keep my nose clean and comply with the law and make prudent choices to prepare for taxes is just not allowed by the Fuckover Assholes. It would be interesting to hear from other TI's as to their tax woes. As I said before, and often do out loud; every good (prudent) practice must be sabotaged (from the perps' perspective). A variation on "no good deed goes unpunished", perhaps a perp sponsored agenda theme as well.
07-06-2018
A special birthday today; I am 2**6, that is, 2 to the power of 6, (or, 2x2.. six times), =64. Perhaps a numerological diversion for us IT folks, that is all. The last binary exponent birthday, as I really don't expect (or want) to get to 128 y.o. No cards, and the feckless daughter didn't even deign to call. Nothing too unexpected. My mother did though. The dentist and yoga center sent me emails at least, so I am not totally anonymous.
The boss man settled down to his usual taciturn self today, and was even making conversation by day's end. And as it turns out, the 3 day/week summer student, all of 19 y.o., is going to be laid off after next week. I miss having someone to talk to in English, having worked with E. Indians and the like on past vineyard jobs. He is a good kid, and I try not to sound like a obsessive crank on issues he knows not of. Which is what I do always, but in his case I make the extra effort. (That is, I don't get into the alternity topics, nor do I discuss the Great Capers, like cancer, wars, and other Deep State subterfuges). Not too much conversational ground with him, but at least he is keen to learn about vineyard work and I tell him what I know relevant to his questions.
As for my other co-worker, Ms K, she can be conversationally avoidant at times, and prefers to flake out on the grass at lunch time, should our lunch times coincide. She did fill me in on the aforementioned boss man's drinking issues, and later told me he was trying to date her last year, even if she had a boyfriend at the time. And she said the boss man's evening time texts (in profusion) were "inappropriate", and that he was getting shit-faced (drunk) every evening. She also said she wasn't trying to lead the boss man on, which I can believe. Being cute and female can bring on a lot of woe I am beginning to understand.
07-07-2018
Saturday, and I worked for 6 hours, just to get more hours in for the two week pay period. I met the vineyard owner and chatted briefly. He seems like a good head, and offers appreciation for my vineyard work efforts. None of the typical "treat me like a freak" vibe I get from most folks.
Perhaps the gangstalking is becoming selectively applied of late. Today's after-work visit (always a high stalking event) to the alterations shop brought on the obvious gangstalking. A "couple" of sorts, was on duty, leading ahead of me and then following me out, and neither of them had any particular dealings with the woman at the counter. The woman was inside the alterations shop when I arrived outside, the dude was exiting his vehicle to lead-ahead stalk me inside. I followed, and I thought the dude, (and the woman I saw for the first time) would be served ahead of me, but no. I got my repaired coveralls, paid the $10.50, while this couple just stood around. Only a minute later at my vehicle, they exit without any alterations in hand, and the woman had a bag of nectarines. Like WTF; here they were ahead of me, and didn't get served in some kind of pre-arranged dodge, and then virtually follow me out, without any apparent purpose of being there. The "couple" thing was also fudged; she seemed to be old enough to be his mother, but wasn't, so what was that all about in putting two disparate individuals together? And do the perps put on selected Fuckwits just to loiter around while I engage in a financial transaction? Yes, and they have consistently done this since all this shit came down, 04-2002.
Which wasn't unlike a visit to the bank the day before; I wait in line for US$, and the massive fat guy ahead of me moves to the next available teller. Meanwhile, this agitated woman of 30 y.o or so, was ahead of him, but stays behind. She is now in front of me, leaning on the teller counter, and is twisting and turning, lifting her foot so I get to see the sole of her boot, and acting agitated. Then when the next teller calls out, she moves ahead of me, leaving her sweater at the counter where she was. So she hung back for some reason, acted like a drug addict, while the teller staff ignored her, and her leaving her garments temporarily behind. Like WTF; surely the tellers are trained on security issues and yet they do squat.
I am off to the USA tomorrow, hoping for a better crossing than the last time. A two day trip to Bellevue WA if all goes well, but we shall see.
Enough for a posting and I will catch up on the subsequent news next week.
And why is the gangstalking becoming more understated, and the pit-lamping (targeted headlights (or other light sources)), becoming more predominant of late? Can I not turn a corner, be it in ambulatory fashion (say, when working/walking in the vineyard), or when driving, and not get beamed with headlights? All these Fuckwits just sitting in their vehicles, "happening" to have their headlights on. Yeah right.
Tonight at SOF supermarket, the "usual" games, posting dithering Fuckwits at places where I want to go, to which I respond by changing my route and coming back later. Which is game for getting mind-fucked (remotely applied dithering) out of returning, something else they like to play. I just don't understand why they need to post these Fuckwits ahead of me, have me change my route, (usually with extra back tracking), all for the same groceries I buy every week. This played out three times tonight; at the hot chicken counter, the deli counter, and then the chocolate section. In the latter case, one of the male Fuckwits saw the need to scratch his crotch, another gangstalker specialty I have come to know. And for the record, I go grocery shopping around 1900h to reduce the stalking count.
At least tonight, there were none of the typical babes, who then have dudes planted beside them or in front of them as part of the couple gangstalking vignettes they so liked to plant around me. This is it, there isn't any high end grocery stores in this town.
Speaking of headlights, they had me install a new pair of halogen bulbs in the Escape last week. Then yesterday, I had to go to the Ford dealership to get the new turn signal bulbs installed, because it requires body panel removal, and I don't do such complex tasks anymore because things go "wrong" far too often. So I sat there for 30 minutes and waited in the customer waiting area, among a constant flux of gangstalkers. The friendly service counter woman of past visits was decidedly distracted this time; no chatting and no broad hints, e.g. "I don't have a boyfriend". She did pass by and wave at one point, so it wasn't quite a full "pretend not to know me" stunt, but she was decidedly made too busy for casual banter while I was there. And so what is about the perps that they engage people who later go emotionally AWOL, or otherwise pretend no to know me, time and time again? I don't know or care; just leave me the fuck alone.
The vineyard boss man was exceptionally terse and uncommunicative today, and as it turned out, in a rather bad mood. I learned from the woman crew member that his girlfriend left him a few weeks ago because he was hiding his drinking problem. He told me via text that his girlfriend "broke it off" a few weeks ago, but I didn't know about the latter drinking issue.
Which might explain his sudden behavior change today. He grumpily stated we were missing shoots in tucking, so we had to do vine rows individually, not doing two at a time by walking the aisle and going back and forth between two rows. Like WTF; we weren't missing shoots as I was looking at the others' (two) work all the time. Anyhow, we just spent two weeks doing it the way he prescribed, (two rows from a single aisle) and now he invokes this ersatz BS as a reason to change the tucking method. Well, if we were missing shoots for the past two weeks, why didn't he mention it for crissakes? I don't buy it, and see this as an exercise in berational fuckery. Back to walking on eggshells again, as in heightened anxiety, a situation the perps just love to create.
Regular readers will recall one behaviorally errant and unpredictable co-worker who had this same effect last year, and after the fourth such unprovoked stunt (July 06, 2017), I quit to join the place I currently work. And now within a day of a year later, we are back to walking on eggshells again with another co-worker, the boss man this time. Woo-hoo, haven't we had enough of this? The ex was also good at "charging the home climate" with her behavioral variances, to put it mildly, and now we get to do this again, and again. And Ms.C, the perp plant who was taken to be a girlfriend at the time, 2000-2003, was also known for her senseless confrontational drama queen tactics.
And on the re-tread trail, this long standing fuckery over income tax deductions. After working at the above mentioned outfit for a year, they finally get it together to issue pay stubs. Not issuing them is illegal, as there is no statement of earnings, but hey, even with a certified accountant in the role of vineyard owner, these things can be arranged. The deal is simple: I pay an extra $50/check in tax so I won't get screwed for more when it comes to the following year at tax time, so I have a refund, instead of tax payable. Because if I don't, I will end up having to pay some $600-800 in taxes, and usually don't have the cash on hand. It has worked for the last four years, but this year I find, after getting a pay stub for the first time, it turns out that this isn't been done. I ask the accountant to increase my tax payable each check, as he says he never got the instructions. Like WTF; why is it that someone has to screw me over this for? Just paying tax like a prudent law abiding citizen isn't allowed in Fuckover Land.
Back in around 2006 I also had to pay US taxes on US income, and had an accountant to handle the US tax matters. So what "happens"? Why, he "forgets" to make the quarterly payments (which I didn't know was required in the first place) and I had to pay a fine of some $400US or so. This constant fuckery over paying tax, when is my avowed practice to keep my nose clean and comply with the law and make prudent choices to prepare for taxes is just not allowed by the Fuckover Assholes. It would be interesting to hear from other TI's as to their tax woes. As I said before, and often do out loud; every good (prudent) practice must be sabotaged (from the perps' perspective). A variation on "no good deed goes unpunished", perhaps a perp sponsored agenda theme as well.
07-06-2018
A special birthday today; I am 2**6, that is, 2 to the power of 6, (or, 2x2.. six times), =64. Perhaps a numerological diversion for us IT folks, that is all. The last binary exponent birthday, as I really don't expect (or want) to get to 128 y.o. No cards, and the feckless daughter didn't even deign to call. Nothing too unexpected. My mother did though. The dentist and yoga center sent me emails at least, so I am not totally anonymous.
The boss man settled down to his usual taciturn self today, and was even making conversation by day's end. And as it turns out, the 3 day/week summer student, all of 19 y.o., is going to be laid off after next week. I miss having someone to talk to in English, having worked with E. Indians and the like on past vineyard jobs. He is a good kid, and I try not to sound like a obsessive crank on issues he knows not of. Which is what I do always, but in his case I make the extra effort. (That is, I don't get into the alternity topics, nor do I discuss the Great Capers, like cancer, wars, and other Deep State subterfuges). Not too much conversational ground with him, but at least he is keen to learn about vineyard work and I tell him what I know relevant to his questions.
As for my other co-worker, Ms K, she can be conversationally avoidant at times, and prefers to flake out on the grass at lunch time, should our lunch times coincide. She did fill me in on the aforementioned boss man's drinking issues, and later told me he was trying to date her last year, even if she had a boyfriend at the time. And she said the boss man's evening time texts (in profusion) were "inappropriate", and that he was getting shit-faced (drunk) every evening. She also said she wasn't trying to lead the boss man on, which I can believe. Being cute and female can bring on a lot of woe I am beginning to understand.
07-07-2018
Saturday, and I worked for 6 hours, just to get more hours in for the two week pay period. I met the vineyard owner and chatted briefly. He seems like a good head, and offers appreciation for my vineyard work efforts. None of the typical "treat me like a freak" vibe I get from most folks.
Perhaps the gangstalking is becoming selectively applied of late. Today's after-work visit (always a high stalking event) to the alterations shop brought on the obvious gangstalking. A "couple" of sorts, was on duty, leading ahead of me and then following me out, and neither of them had any particular dealings with the woman at the counter. The woman was inside the alterations shop when I arrived outside, the dude was exiting his vehicle to lead-ahead stalk me inside. I followed, and I thought the dude, (and the woman I saw for the first time) would be served ahead of me, but no. I got my repaired coveralls, paid the $10.50, while this couple just stood around. Only a minute later at my vehicle, they exit without any alterations in hand, and the woman had a bag of nectarines. Like WTF; here they were ahead of me, and didn't get served in some kind of pre-arranged dodge, and then virtually follow me out, without any apparent purpose of being there. The "couple" thing was also fudged; she seemed to be old enough to be his mother, but wasn't, so what was that all about in putting two disparate individuals together? And do the perps put on selected Fuckwits just to loiter around while I engage in a financial transaction? Yes, and they have consistently done this since all this shit came down, 04-2002.
Which wasn't unlike a visit to the bank the day before; I wait in line for US$, and the massive fat guy ahead of me moves to the next available teller. Meanwhile, this agitated woman of 30 y.o or so, was ahead of him, but stays behind. She is now in front of me, leaning on the teller counter, and is twisting and turning, lifting her foot so I get to see the sole of her boot, and acting agitated. Then when the next teller calls out, she moves ahead of me, leaving her sweater at the counter where she was. So she hung back for some reason, acted like a drug addict, while the teller staff ignored her, and her leaving her garments temporarily behind. Like WTF; surely the tellers are trained on security issues and yet they do squat.
I am off to the USA tomorrow, hoping for a better crossing than the last time. A two day trip to Bellevue WA if all goes well, but we shall see.
Enough for a posting and I will catch up on the subsequent news next week.
Sunday, June 03, 2018
Headlight Hell
05-28-2018
And why the intense headlight coverage now? Also known as pit-lamping in this here blog. (One develops a new vocabulary to deal this highly consistent and peculiar behavior that erupts everywhere I go). Every time I get out of my vehicle, turn a corner, or am around it in parking lots. And they even bounce headlight reflections off the glass doors off the mall as I am walking toward them. Next, we will have Fuckwits wandering around with headlamps on in the day time.
And too, extra coverage of stake-out gangstalkers around me when I am at my vehicle, especially in parking lots. These Fuckwits pull in around my vehicle while I am inside at the store and then just sit there in their vehicle, headlights on of course. Like there is a permanent drug deal going down wherever I park, save for the headlights. Another stunt is to have the stalking bicycle bum "happen" to cruise by my parked vehicle as I open the hatch to put my groceries inside. How convenient, and how obvious. A whole big empty parking lot and the bicycle bum "happens" to cruise 2' from my vehicle. Uh-huh.
A new vineyard worker today; a high school kid who will be attending university in the fall. As it "happens", he does part time for my former employer of 2015-2016.
Somehow I "missed" yoga tonight, Monday being my usual time. Only a one hour nap attack tonight, but no reminder about my schedule. Well done.
05-29-2018
A two hour nap attack following reading tonight. I finished reading a more recent but shorter book on Igor Gouzenko, the spy case that began the Cold War in earnest. (And snapped the then Canadian Prime Minister out of his infatuation with Stalin, and wanting to be friends). Then back to "Comrade J", about a KGB defector to the US in 2001, one who brought with him lots of information as to the perfidious travails of his masters. And too, an expose of the corruption of Russian political players, especially Boris Yeltsin and company. A nation of thugs, and some details on the present Thug-in-Chief as well.
05-30-2018
Finished "Comrade J", and what a tale, though the details of the revelations aren't in full. And no nap attack tonight. So what is it about me reading of Soviet or Russian spying, or spying in general that so interests the perps that they have plied me with this lore for at least 40 years? I don't know, but there is a Russian focus to all this harassment and what I am exposed to, though I haven't been there and have no interest in doing so. (Also, I have never worked in these circles, not even remotely). I do suspect that the whole spying game is rigged to some extent, given the endemic and intransigent incompetence of the UK secret services of 1940-70 and how they were penetrated for so long and didn't seem to get it. Perhaps it relates to information being passed around, something the perps have an inordinate interest in I have come to learn. And you thought all those school shootings were random?
I "forgot" my tool belt today, only 1' from my tool bag which I picked up. That I was utterly furious is an understatement, as it has never occurred before. After weeding for the first 30 min., I drove home to get my tool belt. And what a holy vehicular cluster fuck it was, all in keeping with these arranged congestion events anytime that I return to town at an irregular work day hour.
This was the day that K came back from her 5 day trip to Boston, returning via Montreal. A curious trip in all, but rich with perp connections, which I mentioned in the last blog posting. That she didn't say much about the trip wasn't too surprising, as she is the reticent kind to say the least. Another surrogate travel job perhaps.
No nap attack tonight for some reason. Instead I ended up talking to the landlady about prostate treatment issues, as her husband has some issues. And we also talked about the whacked-out asshole urologist in town, the only one apparently, and one of only 75 in BC. She said the urologist's administrator blocked their attempt to get a referral to a private clinic in Vancouver for crissakes. The medical assistant said she "didn't believe in private clinics". They pulled a workaround and got their private clinic appointment in a week, instead of 6-9 months in the public system. Imagine that; ideological imposition on one's health care, via the medical assistant. I am sure it happens plenty more often than that.
05-31-2018
And who fucked with my alarm clock, such that it rang 45 min. later than usual? I haven't set it for months, as it is regularly set for 0530h, and after I turn it off, I usually slumber for 30 minutes longer and get up, with extreme difficulty often, at about 0600h. This morning it rang at 0645h, so who in the fuck changed the alarm time? This wouldn't be the first of this kind of fuckery, as I get about two of these two per year.
Finished the vineyard work at the R vineyard today, and as K and I walked past the tasting room this guy was standing outside smoking a cigarette for crissakes. K departed and then the butt-sucking guy and two other males exited the tasting room and joined him in the parking lot and got into a vehicle beside mine. A most curious collection of wine tourists to say the least.
The high school kid wasn't here today, as he has another gig, so I it was just me and K today. She departed for a one hour shopping trip in between vineyards, and later showed up at the K vineyard to help tuck vines and take down the next tucking wire.
A 1.5 hour nap attack tonight, starting into a new book, "The Hideen Life of Trees". So, as it turns out, it isn't just spy non-fiction books that bring on nap attacks. Such books have been regular fare for at least three months, and the nap attacks increased with astonishing regularity when I began this reading cycle.
A visit to SOF, and lo, if the nap attack didn't cause me to be too late to procure a cooked chicken, my usual fare. I had to make do with cooked chicken pieces. The usual rotational gangstalking Fuckwit show, one being a couple, and whom attempted the couple split by going on either side of me. I went down another aisle and avoided this time-honored gangstalk stunt. Been there, had it done to me many times. Another stalker was a woman I know from last year's employer, she running the tasting room. I hadn't seen her for nearly a year, and she hung around and pretended to not know I was there. She was curiously dressed in loose baggy clothing, and although slim, her outfit was so out of place from what I had known. And she looked rather grim as well, like some depressive hippy chick. I thought she lived in Kelowna, so I was surprised to see her here. Anyhow, just another of those pretend-not-to-know me stunts again. This public behavior also ramped up considerably since 04-2002 when all this harassment and abuse came down.
Pardon my ignorance, but what is it about the current Roseanne hulabaloo, and then getting her show canned on ABC? I didn't see anything "racist" in her remarks, just bad taste. But given the hyper-extended definition of this term nowadays, amplified by social media and the ever abetting lamestream media, one has to wonder if there is any sanity left in the entertainment business. (The entertainers are sane for the most part, but the knives are out if one crosses this mutable line). Some quotes from this Fox News link, even if I don't in any way agree it was racist.
06-01-2018
Rare, but not unkown; a fake evening time nap attack, and a knock on the door snapped me into action to get up. But no one there. I have had these before, and for the record, there is no street access to this property, it is only through the landlord's property. And nothing left at the door, if it were to be a parcel.
06-03-2018
Sunday, and I was the only person working in the vineyard today, the boss man having sprayed yesterday. Curiously, the vineyard owner family were camping at the end of the row where I was working, tent, chairs and vehicle. Like, they have a nice house some 300m away, and appeared to be awakening around 1000h, even more strange with two children under 10 there too. Go figure.
And I was under significant harassment attack this morning when getting ready for work; the usual abuse of pulling items out of my hand, sending me to the fridge for nothing, and other cognitive impairments that are highly irregular in the "normal" course of these regular activities. And the assholes didn't let up in the vineyard either, with tucking wire games, exploiting the fact that these wretched steel posts don't lock the tucking wire very well, and consequently arranging 3 way tangle ups that looked like wire braiding at first glance.
In the afternoon, they pulled a shit attack, exploiting the presumed radiological damage from the prostate radiotherapy of last fall (2017). Now, seven month's later, it isn't getting any better when off the medication they supply me. And no ordinary shit attack; the outhouse was infested with mice and mice shit, there was only just enough toilet paper (the boss "forgot"), and I lost a pair of underwear out of the deal. I haven't had it this bad since the radiotherapy side effects began in 01-2018, and it pisses me off no end that the perps are ramping this up when I should be getting better. And lo, if the vineyard owner didn't "happen" to pointlessly drive by when I was in the crapper. His red truck was 100m from his house and parked (curiously, in this game of nonstop parking musical chairs), and then he drives by, and then parks 100m from the camping location and then walks the rest with his kid and breaks camp. And he had a vehicle there at the camping spot. More go figure. And it wouldn't be the first time that adjacent vehicle activity erupted when visiting this same crapper.
Another nap attack after work, two hours worth, again without running a sleep deficit, as I went to bed on time last night. More go figure. And always after reading for 10-20 minutes. Back to the theory of being more "psychically accessible" when sleeping. And too, just what is it about information, just read, though not necessarily retained, that they are so interested in? Again, ever wonder if all those awful school shootings, assuming they are real, are really random?
And why the intense headlight coverage now? Also known as pit-lamping in this here blog. (One develops a new vocabulary to deal this highly consistent and peculiar behavior that erupts everywhere I go). Every time I get out of my vehicle, turn a corner, or am around it in parking lots. And they even bounce headlight reflections off the glass doors off the mall as I am walking toward them. Next, we will have Fuckwits wandering around with headlamps on in the day time.
And too, extra coverage of stake-out gangstalkers around me when I am at my vehicle, especially in parking lots. These Fuckwits pull in around my vehicle while I am inside at the store and then just sit there in their vehicle, headlights on of course. Like there is a permanent drug deal going down wherever I park, save for the headlights. Another stunt is to have the stalking bicycle bum "happen" to cruise by my parked vehicle as I open the hatch to put my groceries inside. How convenient, and how obvious. A whole big empty parking lot and the bicycle bum "happens" to cruise 2' from my vehicle. Uh-huh.
A new vineyard worker today; a high school kid who will be attending university in the fall. As it "happens", he does part time for my former employer of 2015-2016.
Somehow I "missed" yoga tonight, Monday being my usual time. Only a one hour nap attack tonight, but no reminder about my schedule. Well done.
05-29-2018
A two hour nap attack following reading tonight. I finished reading a more recent but shorter book on Igor Gouzenko, the spy case that began the Cold War in earnest. (And snapped the then Canadian Prime Minister out of his infatuation with Stalin, and wanting to be friends). Then back to "Comrade J", about a KGB defector to the US in 2001, one who brought with him lots of information as to the perfidious travails of his masters. And too, an expose of the corruption of Russian political players, especially Boris Yeltsin and company. A nation of thugs, and some details on the present Thug-in-Chief as well.
05-30-2018
Finished "Comrade J", and what a tale, though the details of the revelations aren't in full. And no nap attack tonight. So what is it about me reading of Soviet or Russian spying, or spying in general that so interests the perps that they have plied me with this lore for at least 40 years? I don't know, but there is a Russian focus to all this harassment and what I am exposed to, though I haven't been there and have no interest in doing so. (Also, I have never worked in these circles, not even remotely). I do suspect that the whole spying game is rigged to some extent, given the endemic and intransigent incompetence of the UK secret services of 1940-70 and how they were penetrated for so long and didn't seem to get it. Perhaps it relates to information being passed around, something the perps have an inordinate interest in I have come to learn. And you thought all those school shootings were random?
I "forgot" my tool belt today, only 1' from my tool bag which I picked up. That I was utterly furious is an understatement, as it has never occurred before. After weeding for the first 30 min., I drove home to get my tool belt. And what a holy vehicular cluster fuck it was, all in keeping with these arranged congestion events anytime that I return to town at an irregular work day hour.
This was the day that K came back from her 5 day trip to Boston, returning via Montreal. A curious trip in all, but rich with perp connections, which I mentioned in the last blog posting. That she didn't say much about the trip wasn't too surprising, as she is the reticent kind to say the least. Another surrogate travel job perhaps.
No nap attack tonight for some reason. Instead I ended up talking to the landlady about prostate treatment issues, as her husband has some issues. And we also talked about the whacked-out asshole urologist in town, the only one apparently, and one of only 75 in BC. She said the urologist's administrator blocked their attempt to get a referral to a private clinic in Vancouver for crissakes. The medical assistant said she "didn't believe in private clinics". They pulled a workaround and got their private clinic appointment in a week, instead of 6-9 months in the public system. Imagine that; ideological imposition on one's health care, via the medical assistant. I am sure it happens plenty more often than that.
05-31-2018
And who fucked with my alarm clock, such that it rang 45 min. later than usual? I haven't set it for months, as it is regularly set for 0530h, and after I turn it off, I usually slumber for 30 minutes longer and get up, with extreme difficulty often, at about 0600h. This morning it rang at 0645h, so who in the fuck changed the alarm time? This wouldn't be the first of this kind of fuckery, as I get about two of these two per year.
Finished the vineyard work at the R vineyard today, and as K and I walked past the tasting room this guy was standing outside smoking a cigarette for crissakes. K departed and then the butt-sucking guy and two other males exited the tasting room and joined him in the parking lot and got into a vehicle beside mine. A most curious collection of wine tourists to say the least.
The high school kid wasn't here today, as he has another gig, so I it was just me and K today. She departed for a one hour shopping trip in between vineyards, and later showed up at the K vineyard to help tuck vines and take down the next tucking wire.
A 1.5 hour nap attack tonight, starting into a new book, "The Hideen Life of Trees". So, as it turns out, it isn't just spy non-fiction books that bring on nap attacks. Such books have been regular fare for at least three months, and the nap attacks increased with astonishing regularity when I began this reading cycle.
A visit to SOF, and lo, if the nap attack didn't cause me to be too late to procure a cooked chicken, my usual fare. I had to make do with cooked chicken pieces. The usual rotational gangstalking Fuckwit show, one being a couple, and whom attempted the couple split by going on either side of me. I went down another aisle and avoided this time-honored gangstalk stunt. Been there, had it done to me many times. Another stalker was a woman I know from last year's employer, she running the tasting room. I hadn't seen her for nearly a year, and she hung around and pretended to not know I was there. She was curiously dressed in loose baggy clothing, and although slim, her outfit was so out of place from what I had known. And she looked rather grim as well, like some depressive hippy chick. I thought she lived in Kelowna, so I was surprised to see her here. Anyhow, just another of those pretend-not-to-know me stunts again. This public behavior also ramped up considerably since 04-2002 when all this harassment and abuse came down.
Pardon my ignorance, but what is it about the current Roseanne hulabaloo, and then getting her show canned on ABC? I didn't see anything "racist" in her remarks, just bad taste. But given the hyper-extended definition of this term nowadays, amplified by social media and the ever abetting lamestream media, one has to wonder if there is any sanity left in the entertainment business. (The entertainers are sane for the most part, but the knives are out if one crosses this mutable line). Some quotes from this Fox News link, even if I don't in any way agree it was racist.
Referring to Valerie Jarrett, who is African-American, by her initials, Barr tweeted Tuesday: “muslim brotherhood & planet of the apes had a baby=vj.” Barr later apologized to Jarrett and the public and deleted her tweet, calling it “a bad joke.”Let's see; we have an effete and politically correct lamestream media outlet that wants to dump a significant number of its viewing base base. It makes sense in a way, as Roseanne doesn't represent the lamestream media political perspective. I sense continuing deep divisions in media-land, and wonder if it will ever recover from this. Trump's disregard of the media is prescient, though I am not a big fan of his, but he has his fundamentals correct. Onward and downward.
Well, that’s what we call Hollywood hypocrisy. It’s permissible for actors and broadcasters to attack conservatives and Christians. And Hollywood especially loves it when celebrities attack Trump supporters.
A few hours after the network pulled the plug on “Roseanne,” MSNBC’s Chris Hayes summed his take on the scandal.... “Roseanne’s problem turned out to be that she far too authentically represented the actual worldview of a significant chunk of the Trump base,” he said.... And that’s why ABC canceled “Roseanne.” Network executives could not stomach the show’s “deplorable” viewers.
06-01-2018
Rare, but not unkown; a fake evening time nap attack, and a knock on the door snapped me into action to get up. But no one there. I have had these before, and for the record, there is no street access to this property, it is only through the landlord's property. And nothing left at the door, if it were to be a parcel.
06-03-2018
Sunday, and I was the only person working in the vineyard today, the boss man having sprayed yesterday. Curiously, the vineyard owner family were camping at the end of the row where I was working, tent, chairs and vehicle. Like, they have a nice house some 300m away, and appeared to be awakening around 1000h, even more strange with two children under 10 there too. Go figure.
And I was under significant harassment attack this morning when getting ready for work; the usual abuse of pulling items out of my hand, sending me to the fridge for nothing, and other cognitive impairments that are highly irregular in the "normal" course of these regular activities. And the assholes didn't let up in the vineyard either, with tucking wire games, exploiting the fact that these wretched steel posts don't lock the tucking wire very well, and consequently arranging 3 way tangle ups that looked like wire braiding at first glance.
In the afternoon, they pulled a shit attack, exploiting the presumed radiological damage from the prostate radiotherapy of last fall (2017). Now, seven month's later, it isn't getting any better when off the medication they supply me. And no ordinary shit attack; the outhouse was infested with mice and mice shit, there was only just enough toilet paper (the boss "forgot"), and I lost a pair of underwear out of the deal. I haven't had it this bad since the radiotherapy side effects began in 01-2018, and it pisses me off no end that the perps are ramping this up when I should be getting better. And lo, if the vineyard owner didn't "happen" to pointlessly drive by when I was in the crapper. His red truck was 100m from his house and parked (curiously, in this game of nonstop parking musical chairs), and then he drives by, and then parks 100m from the camping location and then walks the rest with his kid and breaks camp. And he had a vehicle there at the camping spot. More go figure. And it wouldn't be the first time that adjacent vehicle activity erupted when visiting this same crapper.
Another nap attack after work, two hours worth, again without running a sleep deficit, as I went to bed on time last night. More go figure. And always after reading for 10-20 minutes. Back to the theory of being more "psychically accessible" when sleeping. And too, just what is it about information, just read, though not necessarily retained, that they are so interested in? Again, ever wonder if all those awful school shootings, assuming they are real, are really random?
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Tiresome Tie-downs
03-20-2018
Somehow I cut my finger with the pruner blade (another forced fumble) just after they had been sharpened, and then they pulled a phlegm emitting cough, then pulled another bowel sensation, related to the post radio-therapy side effect issue now four months long. I find it fascinating they can script all these bodily sensations/events within a minute. This has happened in the past, again, phlegm related as it seems it can arrive in one's through without benefit of cold or any lung congestion sensation.
I then got a band-aid from my vehicle to then slow me up and the other guy caught up and then passed me when his row was shorter, so he went to the adjacent row, instead of us alternating rows. All these games over who starts what row, and the relative timing with respect to co-workers has been going on for over a decade of farm work now.
As for vineyard work and tying down; every year it is the same; this activity requiring lots of fine motor coordination gets dithered and fumbled to piss me off. In 2015 and 2016, the boss lady was a productivity maven and was on my ass both years as I wasn't fast enough. In fact it is the perp assholes who are misdirecting the tool, pulling my hand off the cane (and having it hit me in the face), moving the cane so it isn't held down, breaking the tie down wire etc., so of course it takes longer. I average about 4-6 mis-directed events per vine; sometimes the delay is minimal, sometimes longer, but it adds up when one is doing this all day long. No wonder no one gets a tying machine that would be faster, then there would be considerably less opportunity to harass the victim.
The vine on the right is pruned, but not tied down to the trellis wire, but the others are, except those of the yellowish color in the background which have not yet been pruned.
03-21-2018
Tying down, not nearly beset with forced finger fumbling as yesterday. But instead, an increase of an extant problem; the bowel damage from last fall's radiotherapy is still a problem, and was made worse today. Am I ever fed up with pissing and poo-ing problems, something the perps have hammered me with since they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, nearly 16 years ago. And of course, they exploit the side effects of the radiotherapy treatment, just as I predicted. Its just that it was four months ago and should be getting better. Had I a spare $85k USD sitting around, I would of got proton beam therapy and avoided this latest exacerbation of the ongoing shit show.
03-22-2018
Can we have enough pit-lamping the victim when in his vehicle having lunch? Apparently not, as the assholes laid on two pickup trucks who offloaded insulation from a delivery truck that ferried the smaller loads to the house being built, 200m away on a muddy road. As if that wasn't obvious, one pickup was white, the other red, all in keeping with popular gangstalking vehicle color combinations. (And emulated by backup lights and brake lights on together). And to make it more obvious, one pick up truck had some items in it, and the driver placed them 6" from my parked vehicle while I was inside having lunch. One item being a ladder, an exceeding popular gangstalking accessory.
A rainy day today, on and off, and then it got serious at 1630h, just when we were about to finish up at 1700h. The boss man joined us, and we then finished tying down this block of vines. I did not have rain gear on, though a ski coat which is breaking up (somehow) held up for the most part. The driving rain of the last half hour ran through my pants, long johns, and into my boots. Well done; any earlier and I would of got my serious rain gear.
Some strange emanations are coming off this LCD display tonight, and last night. Back in 2005-2006 this was especially noticeable when I returned from a hike, usually 5 hours. They would just hammer my eyes with some kind of emanations off the LCD display to the point that I could not read it at times. Though this time, in keeping with the latest BS stream of ceasing hostilities "soon" (they say), they are winding me down, as in diminishing my level of being charged. I don't know of course, and couldn't give a shit, with the usual rejoinder of; leave me the fuck alone and everything will be just fine. Though with a lifetime of covert harassment, these assholes don't have a concept of that in the least. They keep using the word "soon" in all of this, and I keep telling them that "soon" means tomorrow to me, so quit using this ridiculous generality. After nearly 16 years of this intense abuse, aka, abuse-athon, another day of it is too much. So if they are telling me they are dialing down the irradiation (of whatever kind it is), it probably means they are really increasing it again, just like in the days of 2005-6 for increased rounds of whatever nonconsensual research they are doing. The increase in pit-lamping since early 2018 seems to support this. But as always, this is one big poker game, and the deception plan is as important as the real plan, even if I don't know the difference.
And onto the long game prediction; I see that the black colored ski jacket I purchased for winter time vineyard work is breaking up; that is, the seams are somehow wearing out and the whole thing is going to literally fall apart at the seams. So... after extensive looking at my usual sources and coming up with nothing, I go to a reputable manufacturer and find a suitable ski jacket on sale. And in three colors, and lo, if the all black version, my preferred color as the work scuzz won't show, isn't available in my size, but blue and black combination is. And lo, if it isn't the same blue as the solid color ski jacket I have for street wear. (Which was purchased for vineyard work, but I liked the color and realized that it would get scuzzed up). So it would seem they are preparing me for next year's vineyard work in the winter time by wearing a jacket that is the color combination of two of my former solid color ski jackets. All in keeping with their infernal and relentless games over which color of clothing I wear.
This jet black ski jacket has the sleeves folded together to show the wear, (imposed wear IMHO) on the sleeve seams and cuffs. The fabric is worn through where it is light colored, yet nowhere else on the garment. Can we have enough ski jacket fuckery?
03-24-2018
Can we not have enough interruption games in the morning. I am one minute into vineyard work when the boss man comes to chat about nothing much. I just get going again, with the headphones on, and my co-worker comes to work on the tying down, to then interrupt me again. So I wore my headphones at my neck, and chatted while we worked near each other as we were starting a new block. All in keeping with the perps' long running habit of interrupting me when I start a new clone or varietal block at every vineyard I have worked in the past 6 years. After a half hour of working and chatting with my co-worker, the assholes then grind me to need to take a shit, so off to the crapper I go. This is highly uncharacteristic for me to need to go then, especially of late with the 3x/evening games that have gone on since 01-2018. Two more pit lampings from traffic passing by on their way to the house construction, then I go to my vehicle after my crap to get Immodium, and lo, if there isn't the vineyard owner there putzing with the garbage cans she somehow "forgot" to attend to when she has been absolutely on top of it every time before, as the garbage cans are out when I get there every Friday morning. Then she decides to putz with the adjacent landscape plant and prunes the part that is passing through the fence. Does this intense victim coverage ever fucking end?
03-25-2018
Sunday, and I did 6 hours of work on tie-downs in the vineyard. Only because it was nice weather, unlike two days ago when the snow was flying, and the day before that, when the rain came down sideways. A relatively calm day from the gangstalking coverage, though someone next door saw fit to pit lamp me as I was leaving and was momentarily held up when finding a vine that wasn't tied down, and then attending to it for all of a minute or less. The perps' timing is impeccably precise, every time. And if they go off time, say I speed up, they will dither my fingers to then slow me down again.
A calm day in the vineyard, but the vehicular gangstalking was on in streams of black vehicles, then white ones, then black ones. They were all over my ass two nights ago when I set off to the grocery store, so it seems that vehicular gangstalking is playing big. (And exposures to headlights are inevitable).
Last night when in bed they were keeping me awake and agitated (turning over and over) and I told them out loud to let me get to sleep and leave me the fuck alone. It was most astonishing, because within two minutes they let me fall into sleep. I cannot count the number of times they have kept me up for hours, and I tell them, and scream at them, that I want to get to sleep, all to no avail. And sometimes they have me stay awake all night for whatever reason. (And I routinely don't suffer a sleep deficit either). This would be the first time EVER that they have respected my request to let me sleep.
Back in the high disruption days of 06-2003, it was very noticeable that I was being kept awake and it occurred after swimming at the pool with the swim club. I was staying at my perp abetting parents then, (somehow couldn't find a place) and after an hour of thrashing around in bed, my father would go downstairs to the half basement and putz there for a minute, and come up the stairs with someone else, either following or beside him. The configuration of the stairwell was that it passed by my bedroom (other side of the wall), turned on the main floor, and then passed underneath my bedroom. Within five minutes of these peculiar excursions, with outside "help" (gangstalking by an external operative/shill- maybe someone I would of known), I would routinely fall asleep for the night. There were at least ten of these events and they were exactly consistent. It was only in 09-2003 when the new swim club season started, and after they took my fees for the year, that it was apparent that the swim club members were gangstalking too, that is, closing in on me uncharacteristically. So I gave up that. My discussions with the treasurer of the swim club were such that I indicated that I was getting gangstalked (like I had been in Seattle), and he said "hang in there, its worth it". Not that he returned my fees of course, all in keeping with the financial screw-over component of this senseless and relentless abuse-athon.
As mentioned in prior blog postings of late, and above, I am consistently getting the "vibe" (aka, planted notions, even momentary and passing ones) that all the perp hostilities are going to cease, "soon". (Perhaps 150x/day, rather high.) Again, it is a notion that I routinely reject as I have been through many of these imposed scenarios, and all have come to naught.
Given the mouse sabotage of late on this PC, even after I cleaned it out of gobs of debris, it is time to call this posting done for the week.
Somehow I cut my finger with the pruner blade (another forced fumble) just after they had been sharpened, and then they pulled a phlegm emitting cough, then pulled another bowel sensation, related to the post radio-therapy side effect issue now four months long. I find it fascinating they can script all these bodily sensations/events within a minute. This has happened in the past, again, phlegm related as it seems it can arrive in one's through without benefit of cold or any lung congestion sensation.
I then got a band-aid from my vehicle to then slow me up and the other guy caught up and then passed me when his row was shorter, so he went to the adjacent row, instead of us alternating rows. All these games over who starts what row, and the relative timing with respect to co-workers has been going on for over a decade of farm work now.
As for vineyard work and tying down; every year it is the same; this activity requiring lots of fine motor coordination gets dithered and fumbled to piss me off. In 2015 and 2016, the boss lady was a productivity maven and was on my ass both years as I wasn't fast enough. In fact it is the perp assholes who are misdirecting the tool, pulling my hand off the cane (and having it hit me in the face), moving the cane so it isn't held down, breaking the tie down wire etc., so of course it takes longer. I average about 4-6 mis-directed events per vine; sometimes the delay is minimal, sometimes longer, but it adds up when one is doing this all day long. No wonder no one gets a tying machine that would be faster, then there would be considerably less opportunity to harass the victim.
03-21-2018
Tying down, not nearly beset with forced finger fumbling as yesterday. But instead, an increase of an extant problem; the bowel damage from last fall's radiotherapy is still a problem, and was made worse today. Am I ever fed up with pissing and poo-ing problems, something the perps have hammered me with since they first went berserk/overt in 04-2002, nearly 16 years ago. And of course, they exploit the side effects of the radiotherapy treatment, just as I predicted. Its just that it was four months ago and should be getting better. Had I a spare $85k USD sitting around, I would of got proton beam therapy and avoided this latest exacerbation of the ongoing shit show.
03-22-2018
Can we have enough pit-lamping the victim when in his vehicle having lunch? Apparently not, as the assholes laid on two pickup trucks who offloaded insulation from a delivery truck that ferried the smaller loads to the house being built, 200m away on a muddy road. As if that wasn't obvious, one pickup was white, the other red, all in keeping with popular gangstalking vehicle color combinations. (And emulated by backup lights and brake lights on together). And to make it more obvious, one pick up truck had some items in it, and the driver placed them 6" from my parked vehicle while I was inside having lunch. One item being a ladder, an exceeding popular gangstalking accessory.
A rainy day today, on and off, and then it got serious at 1630h, just when we were about to finish up at 1700h. The boss man joined us, and we then finished tying down this block of vines. I did not have rain gear on, though a ski coat which is breaking up (somehow) held up for the most part. The driving rain of the last half hour ran through my pants, long johns, and into my boots. Well done; any earlier and I would of got my serious rain gear.
Some strange emanations are coming off this LCD display tonight, and last night. Back in 2005-2006 this was especially noticeable when I returned from a hike, usually 5 hours. They would just hammer my eyes with some kind of emanations off the LCD display to the point that I could not read it at times. Though this time, in keeping with the latest BS stream of ceasing hostilities "soon" (they say), they are winding me down, as in diminishing my level of being charged. I don't know of course, and couldn't give a shit, with the usual rejoinder of; leave me the fuck alone and everything will be just fine. Though with a lifetime of covert harassment, these assholes don't have a concept of that in the least. They keep using the word "soon" in all of this, and I keep telling them that "soon" means tomorrow to me, so quit using this ridiculous generality. After nearly 16 years of this intense abuse, aka, abuse-athon, another day of it is too much. So if they are telling me they are dialing down the irradiation (of whatever kind it is), it probably means they are really increasing it again, just like in the days of 2005-6 for increased rounds of whatever nonconsensual research they are doing. The increase in pit-lamping since early 2018 seems to support this. But as always, this is one big poker game, and the deception plan is as important as the real plan, even if I don't know the difference.
And onto the long game prediction; I see that the black colored ski jacket I purchased for winter time vineyard work is breaking up; that is, the seams are somehow wearing out and the whole thing is going to literally fall apart at the seams. So... after extensive looking at my usual sources and coming up with nothing, I go to a reputable manufacturer and find a suitable ski jacket on sale. And in three colors, and lo, if the all black version, my preferred color as the work scuzz won't show, isn't available in my size, but blue and black combination is. And lo, if it isn't the same blue as the solid color ski jacket I have for street wear. (Which was purchased for vineyard work, but I liked the color and realized that it would get scuzzed up). So it would seem they are preparing me for next year's vineyard work in the winter time by wearing a jacket that is the color combination of two of my former solid color ski jackets. All in keeping with their infernal and relentless games over which color of clothing I wear.
03-24-2018
Can we not have enough interruption games in the morning. I am one minute into vineyard work when the boss man comes to chat about nothing much. I just get going again, with the headphones on, and my co-worker comes to work on the tying down, to then interrupt me again. So I wore my headphones at my neck, and chatted while we worked near each other as we were starting a new block. All in keeping with the perps' long running habit of interrupting me when I start a new clone or varietal block at every vineyard I have worked in the past 6 years. After a half hour of working and chatting with my co-worker, the assholes then grind me to need to take a shit, so off to the crapper I go. This is highly uncharacteristic for me to need to go then, especially of late with the 3x/evening games that have gone on since 01-2018. Two more pit lampings from traffic passing by on their way to the house construction, then I go to my vehicle after my crap to get Immodium, and lo, if there isn't the vineyard owner there putzing with the garbage cans she somehow "forgot" to attend to when she has been absolutely on top of it every time before, as the garbage cans are out when I get there every Friday morning. Then she decides to putz with the adjacent landscape plant and prunes the part that is passing through the fence. Does this intense victim coverage ever fucking end?
03-25-2018
Sunday, and I did 6 hours of work on tie-downs in the vineyard. Only because it was nice weather, unlike two days ago when the snow was flying, and the day before that, when the rain came down sideways. A relatively calm day from the gangstalking coverage, though someone next door saw fit to pit lamp me as I was leaving and was momentarily held up when finding a vine that wasn't tied down, and then attending to it for all of a minute or less. The perps' timing is impeccably precise, every time. And if they go off time, say I speed up, they will dither my fingers to then slow me down again.
A calm day in the vineyard, but the vehicular gangstalking was on in streams of black vehicles, then white ones, then black ones. They were all over my ass two nights ago when I set off to the grocery store, so it seems that vehicular gangstalking is playing big. (And exposures to headlights are inevitable).
Last night when in bed they were keeping me awake and agitated (turning over and over) and I told them out loud to let me get to sleep and leave me the fuck alone. It was most astonishing, because within two minutes they let me fall into sleep. I cannot count the number of times they have kept me up for hours, and I tell them, and scream at them, that I want to get to sleep, all to no avail. And sometimes they have me stay awake all night for whatever reason. (And I routinely don't suffer a sleep deficit either). This would be the first time EVER that they have respected my request to let me sleep.
Back in the high disruption days of 06-2003, it was very noticeable that I was being kept awake and it occurred after swimming at the pool with the swim club. I was staying at my perp abetting parents then, (somehow couldn't find a place) and after an hour of thrashing around in bed, my father would go downstairs to the half basement and putz there for a minute, and come up the stairs with someone else, either following or beside him. The configuration of the stairwell was that it passed by my bedroom (other side of the wall), turned on the main floor, and then passed underneath my bedroom. Within five minutes of these peculiar excursions, with outside "help" (gangstalking by an external operative/shill- maybe someone I would of known), I would routinely fall asleep for the night. There were at least ten of these events and they were exactly consistent. It was only in 09-2003 when the new swim club season started, and after they took my fees for the year, that it was apparent that the swim club members were gangstalking too, that is, closing in on me uncharacteristically. So I gave up that. My discussions with the treasurer of the swim club were such that I indicated that I was getting gangstalked (like I had been in Seattle), and he said "hang in there, its worth it". Not that he returned my fees of course, all in keeping with the financial screw-over component of this senseless and relentless abuse-athon.
As mentioned in prior blog postings of late, and above, I am consistently getting the "vibe" (aka, planted notions, even momentary and passing ones) that all the perp hostilities are going to cease, "soon". (Perhaps 150x/day, rather high.) Again, it is a notion that I routinely reject as I have been through many of these imposed scenarios, and all have come to naught.
Given the mouse sabotage of late on this PC, even after I cleaned it out of gobs of debris, it is time to call this posting done for the week.
Sunday, February 25, 2018
Same Job, Different Vineyard
02-19-2018
The assholes kept me up all night for some reason. And true to form, per external interference, I wasn't a bit tired at all for the entire day.
I swapped vineyards today, and started with 6" snow on ground. Even if a 10 min. commute, getting there was eventful due to a pair of dudes who seemed unusually coordinated for pedestrians. I was E bound, 60' from the intersection and the light was green. An oncoming vehicle was 20' from the intersection, proceeding W bound. Most of the road surface was bare, but there was plenty of snow and ice on the sidewalks and street gutters. And this pair of Fuckwit males at the corner step out as if to cross the street (No Walk for them) in front of the oncoming white vehicle, but it didn't stop or brake any, and together the dudes backed off and retreated to the snowy sidewalk. Not perfectly choreographed, but close to it. The oncoming vehicle passed through without incident and I went through still on the green light, and the dudes stepped out into the street as I was passing through. Talk about a need for a Pedestrian's License; had the oncoming vehicle braked hard for the Fuckwits it could of hit an icy patch and gone anywhere. I cannot believe how two dudes could coordinate this street crossing stupidity with such adroitness without any regard to the snowy and icy conditions unless it was orchestrated. Good for getting my trauma reaction going in any event.
Yoga tonight, and the perverse "visit the victim" choreography again. A never-seen-before dude in a beard just needed to move his mat too close to me, and after I moved mine away, he moves his mat closer again. Like WTF; can we make it more obvious or what. Later after the class, he does a "just stand there" pose, the typical need to be seen stalk, while doing nothing.
Sunny, though cold all day for vineyard pruning using my new loppers. A new tool, especially a cutting tool, is always a big deal for the perp assholes.
02-20-2018
Another perishing cold day working in the vineyard.
After the previous night of no sleep, I though I would get left alone, but no... I was cold that night, so I got a sleeping bag and added that to my bedding. Big mistake; the perps woke me up twice with excruciating cramps in my leg to have me walk around to work it off, 10 min. each time. I suppose this was all about removing me from my bedding for a while, given that I have a new set up.
Then they screwed me out of getting up with the alarm, so I had to abbreviate my morning routine and not shave any, and even at that I started work a half hour late.
And so it seems a lot more disruption, particularly with clothing of late; forcing me to take a piss, having my hat come off, having me take my gloves off etc. I came home at lunch to get the charger for the electric pruners, and then they wouldn't let my boot go back on properly. Another screaming session over that, which is what they pulled this morning, as they had me "forget" there was paper wadded in the boots to draw out the moisture in them. As to how it gets there I have no idea as my feet aren't sweating any, and I have foot warmers in them too.
The electric pruners worked, then didn't, for a second day when they had worked fine before for the owners. Again, more disruption over this, and replacing them with the manual loppers
I saw "Who Stole Johnny" (Gosch) on Netflix. Interesting that the FBI and Des Moines police didn't' want to do much, determinedly so. As the story unfolded, the boy's mother, Noreen Gosch did meet her son for an hour, but he didn't want publicity. And from this she learned that they, the pedophiles, apply mind control to them (the kept kids). As to what form this takes she didn't say, or more likely, didn't know. Even the Discovery Channel spiked a story on this case. A very high up cover up for sure, and related to child trafficking. This story never played up here in Canada at the time, so forgive me that I am catching up on this one.
02-21-2018
A blood test this morning; following two interesting changes in my circumstances; I started sleeping on the floor, somewhat jaded by my camp cot of four years. The duvet kept falling off, all the more noticeable as it is so perishing cold inside. Even with the heater set at 22C, it is 18C across the room, some 15' away. The other coincidence is that the assholes screwed me out of taking my medications this morning, something I faithfully take; selegiline and tamsulosin. Not a big deal, just an oddity, but of significance for one being hounded all the time and controlled to the microsecond.
A perishing cold day working in the vineyard today, getting at later start at 0900h, and finishing at 1700h, one hour offset from my usual time there.
02-22-2018
Cold outside again, with a 1/2" skiff of snow that arrived overnight, and thereby causing me to be cleaning it up from the paths and driveways, again, doing the landlord's duties who are still away in Mexico.
What is it about picking up a parcel that so interests the perps? Is it the brown cardboard, or that the item is from elsewhere, that I am taking possession or what? They even put on the brown people too, about five E. Indian women clustered together looking at the cosmetics, just in stock still mode, not even talking. It is highly unlikely that they would be there looking at white folk's cosmetics, and since they are singularly thrifty, why anyhow. And this peculiar "don't talk flock", just stand there some 40' from me in the aisle that axially faced the line for the PO. And too, four customers lined up in front of me, a high number given my usual experience, which includes last week when I picked up the landlord's parcel. And too, one blonde dude in the line just departs drifts out from the line from the PO and then looks at the adjacent post cards for crissakes. And if that weren't ridiculous enough, he then browses over to the adjacent rack of shipping envelopes. For someone who was in line for the PO? Hilarious.
Then when I was traversing the store to depart with parcel in hand, this Fuckwit steps in front of me without so much as a look or an apology, coming from an aisle end. Then he turns into another aisle, and then waits for me to pass and then follows me out the store for crissakes, not having made a purchase. He of some scarred face, possibly a burn victim. So what was that about? Then when outside a cluster of vehicles on me when waiting to turn to exit, and then a "just standing there" cell phoning Fuckwit woman sentry, in the typical pose I have come to know since all this shit came down 04-2002. And no end of pit lamping, that is, headlights pointed at me on store entry, making turns etc. And an unusual pit lamping; this guy and his wife get out of their vehicle in front of the PO entrance, and he is locking it up, and the backup lights alone are on. I have never seen this before, but nothing much surprises me when getting pit lamped.
And what is with the yellow plasma splotching games when I exit my vehicle at the end of the day, over the background of snow? They assault me with yellow plasma splotches, 6-10" or so, some half dozen at a time in my visual field, and keep hounding me with this anywhere I look at the snow, which I am bound to be doing, watching where I walk. I worked some 8 hours today in the snow, and had none of this horseshit, but when I get home, and out of my vehicle, this starts up until I go inside. No pissing in the snow today, so I don't know why this is going on.
02-23-2018
Perishing cold all day, around -8C with some falling snow, about 10kph breeze and no sun. This while vineyard pruning, my gig at this time of year. Later in the summer it will be 35C, and I don't mind that at all. I have dual layer gloves with toe warmers dropped in them, plus a glove liner, Minus 100 boots with toe warmers in them, three layers of tops, plus ski jacket, running tights for long johns and windproof hiking pants on, plus a balaclava, neck warmer, toque covered with the hood of the ski jacket, plus oversized safely glasses (similar to goggles), and I am barely warm enough. I swear the ski jacket is letting me down, though I am loathe to fork out another one because they are expensive and tend to get beat up in this job. I will have to up the ante and get out my ski pants and then get my fleece tights underneath next week to see if I can do better, though of course, the temperature may rise. I wondered why I had these ski pants all these 6 years and never used them, not being a skier in the first place. So it would seem the perps had this one planned too, that far back. Enough I figured, so I ordered some ski goggles with an integral fitting balaclava that fits tight to the goggle frame. Hope springs eternal that I will stay warm outside all day in this weather. I suppose the next step is heated garments, so who knows where this is all going with these electromagnetic devices attached to me.
Speaking of which, walking around with a battery pack for electric pruners might have served this purpose, (and added some warmth by pulling my ski jacket in close and preventing it from moving and puffing the warm air to the outside, but no such luck. In keeping with the problems I have had with these devices, the vineyard owners have a Chinese model, and the battery crapped out after three tries. I suppose the ideal would be to have the electric pruner battery not only run the pruners, but electrically heated garments as well, though I think we are a long way from that. But its in the wind I suspect; all those power tool manufacturers are now making job site radios (for crissakes), so one day maybe they will extend their product line to have battery heated garments as well. More spring eternalizing again. And part of this whole scenario is that my body temperature is consistently 36.4C, (normal is 37.0C), so it does make me wonder if I am losing the battle just by adding on more clothing. Onto electrically heated wardrobes, hopefully starting with one's feet, fingers and then perhaps one's face with a electrically heated toque. Who knows, but this snow and cold aren't abating anytime soon.
And three major cramp attacks in the night, one leg or the other, causing me to wake up in considerable pain and then walk it off for 10 minutes. I swear it is imposed by external means, and initiated to get me out of bed now that I have added a sleeping bag into my night time sleeping arrangements. And too, all this is on the floor on my yoga mat, ditching my 4 year long camping cot in the mean time. (A mentioned, I got plain fed up with the duvet dropping off the cot, so I decided that by sleeping on the floor it had no place to go, and I might stay warmer.) I am now sleeping warmer, but I am now interrupted by the leg cramp attacks, now for the third night straight. Woo hoo, it is so nice to be under someone's heel in these adverse weather conditions....
02-24-2018
Saturday, like last Saturday, snow fell in the night, this time only 2" of the most fluffiest snow I have seen. Given my expanded duties while the landlord is in Mexico for a month, it was up to me to clean the driveway, sidewalk, walking paths etc. Not such a big deal as last Saturday when it started/stopped 3x over the day. This time, only one dump.
Later, I took the vehicle to get the tailgate support struts installed at the Ford dealership. I purchased them online, had them delivered, and they installed them. The bill indicated 18 minutes of shop time, but I waited 90 minutes total in the waiting room of the dealership for some reason. And they didn't even clean the vehicle or any of those usual perks one gets there. Again, the parade of males trotted through, as the coffee machine is there. For the last 20 minutes an attractive blonde woman was there too sitting in the waiting area, and none of the turbans and freaks like there was two weeks ago. The Olympic hockey game kept me interested for most of the time there. I had interleaved my laundromat activities while there, so while my towels were tumbling one kilometer away, I was kept at the Ford dealership for this extended duration.
Interference on to-do lists; missing items, shutting down a certain pharmacy at 1500h, as I wanted to get something for my verruca on my L foot that has been pissing me off for two weeks now. And each week day I seem to be running late after work to get to this particular pharmacy. As to why they need to interfere on this I don't know, but it is the same verruca that magically appeared the day after they first went berserk/overt in their apartment invasion in 04-2002. One came up on my R foot two years ago and I managed to treat it and get rid of it last year.
02-25-2018
Sunday, and I decided to get going on organizing my 2017 papers, as it seems that such isn't allowed until year end. Then a need to go do some vineyard week, as I will need to make up some hours due to an upcoming doctor appointment. The boss man had his farm truck blocking the driveway, so I parked beside it. Just when I was about to head to the vineyard, after getting my toque, gloves, goggles, tool belt etc. on, the boss man arrives in his L hand drive vehicle. He said he was going to plow the place, so I could park elsewhere, so no problem, I did. I just find it such an amazing coincidence he would arrive at the same time, as this Sunday work was not planned on my part. So more disruption, in taking off the gloves tool belt etc., then moving the vehicle and then getting set up again. The perps just love this shit; getting dressed up in so many clothes for the cold weather and then disrupting me so I have to take some off or else open them up. Last year while pruning, and the snow was on the ground, they kept hitting me with pissing attacks so that I needed to piss every 30 minutes. Which meant of course, lots of clothing disruption, including to open my ski coat to deal with this issue.
On my way out of the vineyard at 1700h, just as I was about to turn out from the driveway onto Naramata Rd, why, a pit lamping vehicle sitting beside the road, headlights aimed at me. Like WTF; can't the assholes get enough light on me in the day, when they seem to be farting around with the clouds and bringing on the sunlight while working? No; pit lamping is getting a higher profile of late. Said pit lampers were a vehicle full of E. Indians, making out that they were lost for crissakes.
The perps were on my ass all day long with pruning cuttings "just happening" to be falling back to place after I cut them. The usual expectation is that they flip out of the way so one can see one is making progress, but no, they wanted to piss me off.
Also on the piss off theme was the loppers; I sharpened them for the first time last night using a diamond stone, and within 5 seconds of using them today, a trellis wire end "just happened" to be in the cut and the blade got dulled for 1/2" of its length. Was I pissed or what. I spent 30 minutes sharpening them, and the assholes had them dulled in 5 seconds. Normally, if there is such a thing, I don't cut the wires, but this was a wire end, and somehow escaped my notice. Well done assholes.
Something I got via email; I haven't checked it out yet. I am not big on the talk lines etc. but for those who are, there maybe something of interest.
Anyhow, enough for a post for this week.
The assholes kept me up all night for some reason. And true to form, per external interference, I wasn't a bit tired at all for the entire day.
I swapped vineyards today, and started with 6" snow on ground. Even if a 10 min. commute, getting there was eventful due to a pair of dudes who seemed unusually coordinated for pedestrians. I was E bound, 60' from the intersection and the light was green. An oncoming vehicle was 20' from the intersection, proceeding W bound. Most of the road surface was bare, but there was plenty of snow and ice on the sidewalks and street gutters. And this pair of Fuckwit males at the corner step out as if to cross the street (No Walk for them) in front of the oncoming white vehicle, but it didn't stop or brake any, and together the dudes backed off and retreated to the snowy sidewalk. Not perfectly choreographed, but close to it. The oncoming vehicle passed through without incident and I went through still on the green light, and the dudes stepped out into the street as I was passing through. Talk about a need for a Pedestrian's License; had the oncoming vehicle braked hard for the Fuckwits it could of hit an icy patch and gone anywhere. I cannot believe how two dudes could coordinate this street crossing stupidity with such adroitness without any regard to the snowy and icy conditions unless it was orchestrated. Good for getting my trauma reaction going in any event.
Yoga tonight, and the perverse "visit the victim" choreography again. A never-seen-before dude in a beard just needed to move his mat too close to me, and after I moved mine away, he moves his mat closer again. Like WTF; can we make it more obvious or what. Later after the class, he does a "just stand there" pose, the typical need to be seen stalk, while doing nothing.
Sunny, though cold all day for vineyard pruning using my new loppers. A new tool, especially a cutting tool, is always a big deal for the perp assholes.
02-20-2018
Another perishing cold day working in the vineyard.
After the previous night of no sleep, I though I would get left alone, but no... I was cold that night, so I got a sleeping bag and added that to my bedding. Big mistake; the perps woke me up twice with excruciating cramps in my leg to have me walk around to work it off, 10 min. each time. I suppose this was all about removing me from my bedding for a while, given that I have a new set up.
Then they screwed me out of getting up with the alarm, so I had to abbreviate my morning routine and not shave any, and even at that I started work a half hour late.
And so it seems a lot more disruption, particularly with clothing of late; forcing me to take a piss, having my hat come off, having me take my gloves off etc. I came home at lunch to get the charger for the electric pruners, and then they wouldn't let my boot go back on properly. Another screaming session over that, which is what they pulled this morning, as they had me "forget" there was paper wadded in the boots to draw out the moisture in them. As to how it gets there I have no idea as my feet aren't sweating any, and I have foot warmers in them too.
The electric pruners worked, then didn't, for a second day when they had worked fine before for the owners. Again, more disruption over this, and replacing them with the manual loppers
I saw "Who Stole Johnny" (Gosch) on Netflix. Interesting that the FBI and Des Moines police didn't' want to do much, determinedly so. As the story unfolded, the boy's mother, Noreen Gosch did meet her son for an hour, but he didn't want publicity. And from this she learned that they, the pedophiles, apply mind control to them (the kept kids). As to what form this takes she didn't say, or more likely, didn't know. Even the Discovery Channel spiked a story on this case. A very high up cover up for sure, and related to child trafficking. This story never played up here in Canada at the time, so forgive me that I am catching up on this one.
02-21-2018
A blood test this morning; following two interesting changes in my circumstances; I started sleeping on the floor, somewhat jaded by my camp cot of four years. The duvet kept falling off, all the more noticeable as it is so perishing cold inside. Even with the heater set at 22C, it is 18C across the room, some 15' away. The other coincidence is that the assholes screwed me out of taking my medications this morning, something I faithfully take; selegiline and tamsulosin. Not a big deal, just an oddity, but of significance for one being hounded all the time and controlled to the microsecond.
A perishing cold day working in the vineyard today, getting at later start at 0900h, and finishing at 1700h, one hour offset from my usual time there.
02-22-2018
Cold outside again, with a 1/2" skiff of snow that arrived overnight, and thereby causing me to be cleaning it up from the paths and driveways, again, doing the landlord's duties who are still away in Mexico.
What is it about picking up a parcel that so interests the perps? Is it the brown cardboard, or that the item is from elsewhere, that I am taking possession or what? They even put on the brown people too, about five E. Indian women clustered together looking at the cosmetics, just in stock still mode, not even talking. It is highly unlikely that they would be there looking at white folk's cosmetics, and since they are singularly thrifty, why anyhow. And this peculiar "don't talk flock", just stand there some 40' from me in the aisle that axially faced the line for the PO. And too, four customers lined up in front of me, a high number given my usual experience, which includes last week when I picked up the landlord's parcel. And too, one blonde dude in the line just departs drifts out from the line from the PO and then looks at the adjacent post cards for crissakes. And if that weren't ridiculous enough, he then browses over to the adjacent rack of shipping envelopes. For someone who was in line for the PO? Hilarious.
Then when I was traversing the store to depart with parcel in hand, this Fuckwit steps in front of me without so much as a look or an apology, coming from an aisle end. Then he turns into another aisle, and then waits for me to pass and then follows me out the store for crissakes, not having made a purchase. He of some scarred face, possibly a burn victim. So what was that about? Then when outside a cluster of vehicles on me when waiting to turn to exit, and then a "just standing there" cell phoning Fuckwit woman sentry, in the typical pose I have come to know since all this shit came down 04-2002. And no end of pit lamping, that is, headlights pointed at me on store entry, making turns etc. And an unusual pit lamping; this guy and his wife get out of their vehicle in front of the PO entrance, and he is locking it up, and the backup lights alone are on. I have never seen this before, but nothing much surprises me when getting pit lamped.
And what is with the yellow plasma splotching games when I exit my vehicle at the end of the day, over the background of snow? They assault me with yellow plasma splotches, 6-10" or so, some half dozen at a time in my visual field, and keep hounding me with this anywhere I look at the snow, which I am bound to be doing, watching where I walk. I worked some 8 hours today in the snow, and had none of this horseshit, but when I get home, and out of my vehicle, this starts up until I go inside. No pissing in the snow today, so I don't know why this is going on.
02-23-2018
Perishing cold all day, around -8C with some falling snow, about 10kph breeze and no sun. This while vineyard pruning, my gig at this time of year. Later in the summer it will be 35C, and I don't mind that at all. I have dual layer gloves with toe warmers dropped in them, plus a glove liner, Minus 100 boots with toe warmers in them, three layers of tops, plus ski jacket, running tights for long johns and windproof hiking pants on, plus a balaclava, neck warmer, toque covered with the hood of the ski jacket, plus oversized safely glasses (similar to goggles), and I am barely warm enough. I swear the ski jacket is letting me down, though I am loathe to fork out another one because they are expensive and tend to get beat up in this job. I will have to up the ante and get out my ski pants and then get my fleece tights underneath next week to see if I can do better, though of course, the temperature may rise. I wondered why I had these ski pants all these 6 years and never used them, not being a skier in the first place. So it would seem the perps had this one planned too, that far back. Enough I figured, so I ordered some ski goggles with an integral fitting balaclava that fits tight to the goggle frame. Hope springs eternal that I will stay warm outside all day in this weather. I suppose the next step is heated garments, so who knows where this is all going with these electromagnetic devices attached to me.
Speaking of which, walking around with a battery pack for electric pruners might have served this purpose, (and added some warmth by pulling my ski jacket in close and preventing it from moving and puffing the warm air to the outside, but no such luck. In keeping with the problems I have had with these devices, the vineyard owners have a Chinese model, and the battery crapped out after three tries. I suppose the ideal would be to have the electric pruner battery not only run the pruners, but electrically heated garments as well, though I think we are a long way from that. But its in the wind I suspect; all those power tool manufacturers are now making job site radios (for crissakes), so one day maybe they will extend their product line to have battery heated garments as well. More spring eternalizing again. And part of this whole scenario is that my body temperature is consistently 36.4C, (normal is 37.0C), so it does make me wonder if I am losing the battle just by adding on more clothing. Onto electrically heated wardrobes, hopefully starting with one's feet, fingers and then perhaps one's face with a electrically heated toque. Who knows, but this snow and cold aren't abating anytime soon.
And three major cramp attacks in the night, one leg or the other, causing me to wake up in considerable pain and then walk it off for 10 minutes. I swear it is imposed by external means, and initiated to get me out of bed now that I have added a sleeping bag into my night time sleeping arrangements. And too, all this is on the floor on my yoga mat, ditching my 4 year long camping cot in the mean time. (A mentioned, I got plain fed up with the duvet dropping off the cot, so I decided that by sleeping on the floor it had no place to go, and I might stay warmer.) I am now sleeping warmer, but I am now interrupted by the leg cramp attacks, now for the third night straight. Woo hoo, it is so nice to be under someone's heel in these adverse weather conditions....
02-24-2018
Saturday, like last Saturday, snow fell in the night, this time only 2" of the most fluffiest snow I have seen. Given my expanded duties while the landlord is in Mexico for a month, it was up to me to clean the driveway, sidewalk, walking paths etc. Not such a big deal as last Saturday when it started/stopped 3x over the day. This time, only one dump.
Later, I took the vehicle to get the tailgate support struts installed at the Ford dealership. I purchased them online, had them delivered, and they installed them. The bill indicated 18 minutes of shop time, but I waited 90 minutes total in the waiting room of the dealership for some reason. And they didn't even clean the vehicle or any of those usual perks one gets there. Again, the parade of males trotted through, as the coffee machine is there. For the last 20 minutes an attractive blonde woman was there too sitting in the waiting area, and none of the turbans and freaks like there was two weeks ago. The Olympic hockey game kept me interested for most of the time there. I had interleaved my laundromat activities while there, so while my towels were tumbling one kilometer away, I was kept at the Ford dealership for this extended duration.
Interference on to-do lists; missing items, shutting down a certain pharmacy at 1500h, as I wanted to get something for my verruca on my L foot that has been pissing me off for two weeks now. And each week day I seem to be running late after work to get to this particular pharmacy. As to why they need to interfere on this I don't know, but it is the same verruca that magically appeared the day after they first went berserk/overt in their apartment invasion in 04-2002. One came up on my R foot two years ago and I managed to treat it and get rid of it last year.
02-25-2018
Sunday, and I decided to get going on organizing my 2017 papers, as it seems that such isn't allowed until year end. Then a need to go do some vineyard week, as I will need to make up some hours due to an upcoming doctor appointment. The boss man had his farm truck blocking the driveway, so I parked beside it. Just when I was about to head to the vineyard, after getting my toque, gloves, goggles, tool belt etc. on, the boss man arrives in his L hand drive vehicle. He said he was going to plow the place, so I could park elsewhere, so no problem, I did. I just find it such an amazing coincidence he would arrive at the same time, as this Sunday work was not planned on my part. So more disruption, in taking off the gloves tool belt etc., then moving the vehicle and then getting set up again. The perps just love this shit; getting dressed up in so many clothes for the cold weather and then disrupting me so I have to take some off or else open them up. Last year while pruning, and the snow was on the ground, they kept hitting me with pissing attacks so that I needed to piss every 30 minutes. Which meant of course, lots of clothing disruption, including to open my ski coat to deal with this issue.
On my way out of the vineyard at 1700h, just as I was about to turn out from the driveway onto Naramata Rd, why, a pit lamping vehicle sitting beside the road, headlights aimed at me. Like WTF; can't the assholes get enough light on me in the day, when they seem to be farting around with the clouds and bringing on the sunlight while working? No; pit lamping is getting a higher profile of late. Said pit lampers were a vehicle full of E. Indians, making out that they were lost for crissakes.
The perps were on my ass all day long with pruning cuttings "just happening" to be falling back to place after I cut them. The usual expectation is that they flip out of the way so one can see one is making progress, but no, they wanted to piss me off.
Also on the piss off theme was the loppers; I sharpened them for the first time last night using a diamond stone, and within 5 seconds of using them today, a trellis wire end "just happened" to be in the cut and the blade got dulled for 1/2" of its length. Was I pissed or what. I spent 30 minutes sharpening them, and the assholes had them dulled in 5 seconds. Normally, if there is such a thing, I don't cut the wires, but this was a wire end, and somehow escaped my notice. Well done assholes.
Something I got via email; I haven't checked it out yet. I am not big on the talk lines etc. but for those who are, there maybe something of interest.
www.stopgangstalkingcrimes.com
Talkshoe call (724)-444-7444 Tuesday 3pm pst to 6pm pst
Other websites to check out or you tube:
Anyhow, enough for a post for this week.
Sunday, November 26, 2017
Enforced Delays
11-21-2017
More of the forced delays in getting on with things of late. I don't know why the perps like to cause delays when needing to attend to something, but they do. As if it wasn't enough to have my father as a constant dithering dipshit all his days. Me, I am the opposite; if it needs to get done, get on with it. Even this long running disposition is getting hacked more of late. The prematurely worn clutch in the vehicle "needed" to be inspected by the dealership which was a 10 day delay, and they hacked me into waiting for this determination before they let me get the parts online at substantially cheaper than locally. Then, with some overlap before the parts came, they let me check out an independent mechanic who is $335 cheaper on labor, but had a two week wait. And lo, two days before the appointment, the vehicle's clutch is getting too worn for the 180km round trips I make each week day for radiotherapy, so I am going to rent a vehicle for two days to tide me over. And I have had worn clutches before, and I know exactly what they are like, and know that they need attending to. That will be $108; so thanks a bunch assholes; just when I thought I could save $335, I get screwed for $108 less.
But as the perps are so besotted with my vehicle color, and all those around me, it does not surprise me that they need to pull this shit every so often and have me use a different colored vehicle, along with all the other energetic properties of its manufacture; seat materials (and color), steering wheel, wheel rubber composition, steel source and factory location. I am sure there are a few hundred other variables the perps also evaluate with my contact with vehicles, and those around me, but with this radiotherapy going on each weekday, it does not surprise me that they want to change some things up. This is week 5 of 6, so I would assume it represents the nadir (high point) of what they hope to gain from this latest intrusion/treatment.
Then as if the above wasn't enough, there are a pair of winter gloves that I purchased from a reputable BC outdoor gear supplier. The first year of winter vineyard work taxed the gloves and the palm material shredded up on the L glove. These guys back their equipment, so what did I do? Nothing, as in the mind controlled "I". And for two years they sat around, and for that long I meant to get on with them and didn't. (Bought a different pair). And now that I am getting ready for some winter time pruning work, I finally get it together and email the warranty department, and they made an exception for me as the wear would be considered normal "wear and tear". I can see their point. And so why did it take two years to get on with this? I have no idea and it is entirely out of character. Which spells perp mind fuck meddling, as if I don't get enough of this shit.
There have been a few other exasperating fuck-ups of late, nothing major, but seemingly a series of incremental take downs. Some would call it old age, but I say, as long as those assholes are terrorizing me, its them.
Yesterday's radiotherapy had two male technicians unusually. (The technicians push, prod and otherwise position me accurately on the bed and align my markings with the lasers on the top and side). It was usual until two treatments ago that all the technicians were female. Then they inserted one dude with a female, and he was there yesterday with the new dude. Fine, no big deal for me, but as the perps just love to vary male and female interactions, especially when in physical contact with me, why would I be surprised, especially over a 6 week duration? I don't know how they manage all this or what inference to make, but today, it was one female and one male, the second one remaining, the first one was rotated out. Perhaps they sensed I didn't like the look of the first one.
I have no idea why the perps like to mix up the male and female interaction, but they constantly do. Even having a male cashier at the grocery store was rare until a year ago, now into 15.5 years of this abuse-athon and their slow motion nonconsensual human research agenda. And of course, noticed when this first began, they have the cashiers touch me when handing over the till tape reciept. Whatever.
Then the dentist appointment request was also delayed recently. I could of got onto it a week ago as the tooth next to the extraction void bled, no doubt a root break. It wasn't until yesterday in a sudden fit of getting on with things, (above mentioned glove warranty problem too), that I phoned the dentist. I got their answering machine, and lo, a day later they phone back and I have an appointment in two days. Not a huge deal, though the tooth is getting looser by they day, but yet again, another contradiction of my own disposition just to screw me around some me. Just leave me the fuck alone. I will do fine by own thanks.
And what is with the sudden increase of masers in my visual field as of yesterday, noted at the radiotherapy gamma ray device when they were positioning me on the table? More of these wispy black filamentous floaters, along with the round ones that dart about and have the unerring knack of tracking my visual field. And more of them as I type this out in front of my regular LCD display.
Ditto for the pit-lamping games of late. (Pit-lamping is the term I use to describe aiming headlights, (or other) at me. A term used for illegal night time hunting to attract game). It wasn't enough to have me in someone's headlights from a half block away in the lane when I was about to enter my vehicle. Then they decided to pit lamp me from the W, the direction when I drove off to radiotherapy, at least twice in two successive days at differing times. This from a parked vehicle in mid block on the opposite side of the street. "Not enough pit lamping" said the abuser-in-chief, so they added another pit-lamping vehicle from the W side, this one on the same side of the street as I made the turn out of the lane. And of course, some 80 km (each way) of highway traffic (99% with headlight on) to follow. So yes, the number of Fuckwits sitting at the curb or in parking lots with their headlights aimed at me has gone up at least 30% in the last 4 weeks.
The post radiotherapy treatment stalking has resumed its idiocy. After yesterday's appointment (after the weekend), there was the wall-leaning/lounging security guard outside the change room (four Unfavoreds; military look, gut, male, bearded) and then some hallway obstructing dithering dipshits. Today, another hallway obstructing stalker. Plus, I get the "round the corner" exiting stalker from the change room when just about to enter. I tell you, the perps have every hall, door, entrance and exit covered for maximum "pop out" utility, especially when a change in direction is necessary. (The anisotropic properties of the ether, or whatever interests them so much about my direction changes).
And a post-irradiative therapy vehicular confluence of tow trucks, a long common perp habit to populate unpowered and unoccupied vehicles past me. In a residential area, with one two lane throroughfare, they put on two flat bed tow trucks, each headed in opposite directions, inside of a block. Then a third flat bed tow truck preceded me through the intersection where I turned L. Then four blocks along, a fourth tow truck on Hwy 97 to precede me S bound. Three weeks ago they even put a city bus on a flat bed tow truck in the adjacent lane. I suppose it is also a way of elevating the vehicle too.
Yesterday's yoga was a little different. I go 15 minute early to avoid getting squeezed out, and usually I am the one of the first four yogis in the practice room. Not this time; I was 10th or so, and was relegated to the far SE corner, a location I sometimes end up in. Apart from a two regulars, and no males, it was all new female yogis. I haven't known of such a high turnover, as mentioned in past blogs. One of the sometimes regulars was Ms. Midriff, in her two piece outfit that maximizes her glam figure. Save the fugly tattoos up her arm though, but thankfully they put her in the front row, where she was placed to be in my sight line of the instructor. And so it goes; it is always some kind of Unfavored feature to be on display at yoga, sometimes singly, other times in quantity.
11-22-2017
I picked up the white Nissan Versa rental vehicle this morning, and headed off to Kelowna. I wasn't too surpised to see more white vehicles around me, and too, more Ford Escapes, my usual ride. Some extra coverage when I finished changing; I had to walk between two standees in the path of the exit. In the waiting area the Fuckwit next to me just had to start wave his finger in my peripherial vision. Similarly a week ago, a Fuckwit next to me did the same thing. I just move on my chair and attempt to keep these distractions out of my view. But after doing that, why, today's Fuckwit "needs" to get up and cross in front of me and get a kleenex which he didn't need for more than two seconds and then takes it to the garbage at the other side of the room. All these endless feints and dodges around me, often about having a Fuckwit act up.
The weekly post-treatment meeting with the oncologist was an hour later than scheduled. Normally he is on time, I was told today he was on time, and he takes an hour while I sit in this room waiting. What was that all about; anytime something new erupts, like driving a Nissan for the first time in 40 years, things go silly.
Then onto the tool shop to get nitrile gloves as they have a good deal on them. No ordinary visit, as the sign shop repair guy was nearly backed into the front door, and had the red colored 12' long store sign panel dropped down and just missing the front door clearance. Said repair Fuckwit was up the ladder and on his phone when I entered the store, and when looking for a particular tool, why, he was inside too, pacing around while still on his cell phone. (Like shopping for tools while on the job? Give me a break). Then when I exited after my purchase, there he was again. Like WTF; the perps will stop at nothing to put on some extra stupid activity stunt just to stalk my ass, especially when exiting vehicle, and building egress.
Then onto the outdoor store to get my gloves exchanged. I had to go find them in the back corner to get a new exchange pair, and after some looking, with another Fuckwit there, no luck. I got some help, but he couldn't find them. Then a trip to the ski department where more gloves were there. Then another staff and another customer were added into the mix, also looking for gloves. Then the second staff guy informed my staff helper that there was a third location of winter gloves in the store for crissakes. Then him and the extra customer also "happened" to be there, seeming to be looking for the same thing for crissakes. Maybe 20 customers in the store total, and here we have all this senseless crisscrossing, stalking and extra attention over a particular make of winter gloves. All this over an exchange, me taking the beat-up pair in, and getting a new pair. And when filling out my name and address on the return, two pens fucked up, so the cashier puts some backing paper underneath, and finally on the fourth attempt with the two pens, it works. Perps love to pull these kinds of financial transactions and go silly when an item is returned. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, they pull out all the stops.
11-23-2017
Thursday, and the last of the radiotherapy treatments for the week. One more day with the white rental car today, and plenty of accompanying action around me on the way there and back. Extra pit-lamping too; when getting in, and when getting out in Kelowna; in the latter instance two vehicles came to sweep or sit there with their headlights aimed at me.
Then back to town (Penticton) to swap back into my clutch impaired Escape, and take it to the repair shop where they have the afternoon and tomorrow to pull it apart, get the flywheel machined (if needed) and can put it together tomorrow. Which leaves me without the vehicle, meaning a 20 min. walk with all kinds of extra road traffic buzzing around me. I have done this walk before, and I even had a few lounging Fuckwits standing around for no seeming reason. I even had a Fat Fuckwit standing at the corner in mid-block when I made the final leg of my 15 min. walk from the auto mechanic to the dentist. Why this woman had to stand there looking at her cell phone when there wasn't even a plausible reason to do so seems like gangstalking to me, as I have come to know in the 15 years of this.
After dropping off the vehicle I went to the dentist for another tooth extraction, as the next-door root canal and crowned tooth failed, and the remnants needed pulling. At times she needed to lean on me for leverage, but with the right extract tools, she prevailed. Some $250 later I was done for my walk back. Same deal as last time; the dentist just screws off back into her office once completed. No follow through or at least, nominal professional interest to ensure the next steps are understood and/or farewell greetings. (All the more perverse as I don't get to see her face, for the mask and loup pair glasses she has on. And there was no other patients there.)
But there were dental care matters that needed attending to; after the tooth extract of 3 months ago, and by way of the dental assistant acting as an intermediary, I was to see a specialist by way of referral. I didn't hear anything, so today I asked what was going on and they said it went through, but they would send it again. Like WTF; why are medical referrals getting sabotaged now? This is the third time this year a referral has "disappeared", and I have had to go back and remind them that it didn't happen. And why is this vague hand-off referral system so wretched, now done electronically? A doctor says they will refer, and then they never bother to check into it that it has happened. In this day and age with email and electronic calendars, why don't they send the patient an email (or on paper) referral receipt that a has a note in bold saying something like, "if you don't hear by xxx date, then call this number". But no, that would be too efficient, remove more possibilities of error, and put the patient in charge to catch the missing hand-off. I have had three medical referrals this year; one failed and I never heard back, and a further two have failed, and had to be inquired about (by me) and re-sent. Three of three medical referrals fucked up this year. Hardly a coincidence. I wish I wasn't getting so pummeled health wise and wouldn't need to deal with this arms-length "throw it over the wall and see who catches it" system. Constant and relentless sabotage over every fucking thing I do. And normally I don't need medical referrals too often, so maybe the perps decided to go nuts on this item this year.
11-25-2017
A shut-in day yesterday, even if it wasn't the plan. My vehicle was in for repair, and should of been ready, but lo, a head pipe gasket blew, or else was unusable, and they couldn't get one late Friday. They aren't open today (Saturday), so my vehicle is sitting in the shop all weekend. Well done, and I half expected a fuck up when coming up against the weekend. The perps do like to move the vehicle on me, not being parked outside, as if it were some kind of color/object change up. It is parked 20' away from my residence on the other side of the fence, so they must be doing some kind of energetic testing. Recall, that the assholes put me through this shit back in February when they took out the power steering pump and its sensor, and the vehicle was parked in the shop for an overnight stay.
My local fickle friend came by in the evening to take me shopping for groceries as I didn't expect to be without a vehicle for the weekend. So he got to accompany me on my grocery shopping trip. In the spring, the roles were reversed as he had a knee injury and I accompanied him on his grocery shopping. Eventually, he did physical therapy in Kelowna for three weeks, just next door to the cancer clinic that I attend, now for the 5th of 6 weeks. Call it proximal stalking perhaps.
More too much wine again, something that seems to "happen" when he is here. Anyhow, he crashed on the floor for the night, and left in the morning. So one can assume he was to not only drive me, but to stalk me with my groceries home, and even even helped me unpack them. Unpacking groceries as well as food preparation seems to be a big thing for the perps.
Anyhow, enough of the boring details, and call this week done.
More of the forced delays in getting on with things of late. I don't know why the perps like to cause delays when needing to attend to something, but they do. As if it wasn't enough to have my father as a constant dithering dipshit all his days. Me, I am the opposite; if it needs to get done, get on with it. Even this long running disposition is getting hacked more of late. The prematurely worn clutch in the vehicle "needed" to be inspected by the dealership which was a 10 day delay, and they hacked me into waiting for this determination before they let me get the parts online at substantially cheaper than locally. Then, with some overlap before the parts came, they let me check out an independent mechanic who is $335 cheaper on labor, but had a two week wait. And lo, two days before the appointment, the vehicle's clutch is getting too worn for the 180km round trips I make each week day for radiotherapy, so I am going to rent a vehicle for two days to tide me over. And I have had worn clutches before, and I know exactly what they are like, and know that they need attending to. That will be $108; so thanks a bunch assholes; just when I thought I could save $335, I get screwed for $108 less.
But as the perps are so besotted with my vehicle color, and all those around me, it does not surprise me that they need to pull this shit every so often and have me use a different colored vehicle, along with all the other energetic properties of its manufacture; seat materials (and color), steering wheel, wheel rubber composition, steel source and factory location. I am sure there are a few hundred other variables the perps also evaluate with my contact with vehicles, and those around me, but with this radiotherapy going on each weekday, it does not surprise me that they want to change some things up. This is week 5 of 6, so I would assume it represents the nadir (high point) of what they hope to gain from this latest intrusion/treatment.
Then as if the above wasn't enough, there are a pair of winter gloves that I purchased from a reputable BC outdoor gear supplier. The first year of winter vineyard work taxed the gloves and the palm material shredded up on the L glove. These guys back their equipment, so what did I do? Nothing, as in the mind controlled "I". And for two years they sat around, and for that long I meant to get on with them and didn't. (Bought a different pair). And now that I am getting ready for some winter time pruning work, I finally get it together and email the warranty department, and they made an exception for me as the wear would be considered normal "wear and tear". I can see their point. And so why did it take two years to get on with this? I have no idea and it is entirely out of character. Which spells perp mind fuck meddling, as if I don't get enough of this shit.
There have been a few other exasperating fuck-ups of late, nothing major, but seemingly a series of incremental take downs. Some would call it old age, but I say, as long as those assholes are terrorizing me, its them.
Yesterday's radiotherapy had two male technicians unusually. (The technicians push, prod and otherwise position me accurately on the bed and align my markings with the lasers on the top and side). It was usual until two treatments ago that all the technicians were female. Then they inserted one dude with a female, and he was there yesterday with the new dude. Fine, no big deal for me, but as the perps just love to vary male and female interactions, especially when in physical contact with me, why would I be surprised, especially over a 6 week duration? I don't know how they manage all this or what inference to make, but today, it was one female and one male, the second one remaining, the first one was rotated out. Perhaps they sensed I didn't like the look of the first one.
I have no idea why the perps like to mix up the male and female interaction, but they constantly do. Even having a male cashier at the grocery store was rare until a year ago, now into 15.5 years of this abuse-athon and their slow motion nonconsensual human research agenda. And of course, noticed when this first began, they have the cashiers touch me when handing over the till tape reciept. Whatever.
Then the dentist appointment request was also delayed recently. I could of got onto it a week ago as the tooth next to the extraction void bled, no doubt a root break. It wasn't until yesterday in a sudden fit of getting on with things, (above mentioned glove warranty problem too), that I phoned the dentist. I got their answering machine, and lo, a day later they phone back and I have an appointment in two days. Not a huge deal, though the tooth is getting looser by they day, but yet again, another contradiction of my own disposition just to screw me around some me. Just leave me the fuck alone. I will do fine by own thanks.
And what is with the sudden increase of masers in my visual field as of yesterday, noted at the radiotherapy gamma ray device when they were positioning me on the table? More of these wispy black filamentous floaters, along with the round ones that dart about and have the unerring knack of tracking my visual field. And more of them as I type this out in front of my regular LCD display.
Ditto for the pit-lamping games of late. (Pit-lamping is the term I use to describe aiming headlights, (or other) at me. A term used for illegal night time hunting to attract game). It wasn't enough to have me in someone's headlights from a half block away in the lane when I was about to enter my vehicle. Then they decided to pit lamp me from the W, the direction when I drove off to radiotherapy, at least twice in two successive days at differing times. This from a parked vehicle in mid block on the opposite side of the street. "Not enough pit lamping" said the abuser-in-chief, so they added another pit-lamping vehicle from the W side, this one on the same side of the street as I made the turn out of the lane. And of course, some 80 km (each way) of highway traffic (99% with headlight on) to follow. So yes, the number of Fuckwits sitting at the curb or in parking lots with their headlights aimed at me has gone up at least 30% in the last 4 weeks.
The post radiotherapy treatment stalking has resumed its idiocy. After yesterday's appointment (after the weekend), there was the wall-leaning/lounging security guard outside the change room (four Unfavoreds; military look, gut, male, bearded) and then some hallway obstructing dithering dipshits. Today, another hallway obstructing stalker. Plus, I get the "round the corner" exiting stalker from the change room when just about to enter. I tell you, the perps have every hall, door, entrance and exit covered for maximum "pop out" utility, especially when a change in direction is necessary. (The anisotropic properties of the ether, or whatever interests them so much about my direction changes).
And a post-irradiative therapy vehicular confluence of tow trucks, a long common perp habit to populate unpowered and unoccupied vehicles past me. In a residential area, with one two lane throroughfare, they put on two flat bed tow trucks, each headed in opposite directions, inside of a block. Then a third flat bed tow truck preceded me through the intersection where I turned L. Then four blocks along, a fourth tow truck on Hwy 97 to precede me S bound. Three weeks ago they even put a city bus on a flat bed tow truck in the adjacent lane. I suppose it is also a way of elevating the vehicle too.
Yesterday's yoga was a little different. I go 15 minute early to avoid getting squeezed out, and usually I am the one of the first four yogis in the practice room. Not this time; I was 10th or so, and was relegated to the far SE corner, a location I sometimes end up in. Apart from a two regulars, and no males, it was all new female yogis. I haven't known of such a high turnover, as mentioned in past blogs. One of the sometimes regulars was Ms. Midriff, in her two piece outfit that maximizes her glam figure. Save the fugly tattoos up her arm though, but thankfully they put her in the front row, where she was placed to be in my sight line of the instructor. And so it goes; it is always some kind of Unfavored feature to be on display at yoga, sometimes singly, other times in quantity.
11-22-2017
I picked up the white Nissan Versa rental vehicle this morning, and headed off to Kelowna. I wasn't too surpised to see more white vehicles around me, and too, more Ford Escapes, my usual ride. Some extra coverage when I finished changing; I had to walk between two standees in the path of the exit. In the waiting area the Fuckwit next to me just had to start wave his finger in my peripherial vision. Similarly a week ago, a Fuckwit next to me did the same thing. I just move on my chair and attempt to keep these distractions out of my view. But after doing that, why, today's Fuckwit "needs" to get up and cross in front of me and get a kleenex which he didn't need for more than two seconds and then takes it to the garbage at the other side of the room. All these endless feints and dodges around me, often about having a Fuckwit act up.
The weekly post-treatment meeting with the oncologist was an hour later than scheduled. Normally he is on time, I was told today he was on time, and he takes an hour while I sit in this room waiting. What was that all about; anytime something new erupts, like driving a Nissan for the first time in 40 years, things go silly.
Then onto the tool shop to get nitrile gloves as they have a good deal on them. No ordinary visit, as the sign shop repair guy was nearly backed into the front door, and had the red colored 12' long store sign panel dropped down and just missing the front door clearance. Said repair Fuckwit was up the ladder and on his phone when I entered the store, and when looking for a particular tool, why, he was inside too, pacing around while still on his cell phone. (Like shopping for tools while on the job? Give me a break). Then when I exited after my purchase, there he was again. Like WTF; the perps will stop at nothing to put on some extra stupid activity stunt just to stalk my ass, especially when exiting vehicle, and building egress.
Then onto the outdoor store to get my gloves exchanged. I had to go find them in the back corner to get a new exchange pair, and after some looking, with another Fuckwit there, no luck. I got some help, but he couldn't find them. Then a trip to the ski department where more gloves were there. Then another staff and another customer were added into the mix, also looking for gloves. Then the second staff guy informed my staff helper that there was a third location of winter gloves in the store for crissakes. Then him and the extra customer also "happened" to be there, seeming to be looking for the same thing for crissakes. Maybe 20 customers in the store total, and here we have all this senseless crisscrossing, stalking and extra attention over a particular make of winter gloves. All this over an exchange, me taking the beat-up pair in, and getting a new pair. And when filling out my name and address on the return, two pens fucked up, so the cashier puts some backing paper underneath, and finally on the fourth attempt with the two pens, it works. Perps love to pull these kinds of financial transactions and go silly when an item is returned. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, they pull out all the stops.
11-23-2017
Thursday, and the last of the radiotherapy treatments for the week. One more day with the white rental car today, and plenty of accompanying action around me on the way there and back. Extra pit-lamping too; when getting in, and when getting out in Kelowna; in the latter instance two vehicles came to sweep or sit there with their headlights aimed at me.
Then back to town (Penticton) to swap back into my clutch impaired Escape, and take it to the repair shop where they have the afternoon and tomorrow to pull it apart, get the flywheel machined (if needed) and can put it together tomorrow. Which leaves me without the vehicle, meaning a 20 min. walk with all kinds of extra road traffic buzzing around me. I have done this walk before, and I even had a few lounging Fuckwits standing around for no seeming reason. I even had a Fat Fuckwit standing at the corner in mid-block when I made the final leg of my 15 min. walk from the auto mechanic to the dentist. Why this woman had to stand there looking at her cell phone when there wasn't even a plausible reason to do so seems like gangstalking to me, as I have come to know in the 15 years of this.
After dropping off the vehicle I went to the dentist for another tooth extraction, as the next-door root canal and crowned tooth failed, and the remnants needed pulling. At times she needed to lean on me for leverage, but with the right extract tools, she prevailed. Some $250 later I was done for my walk back. Same deal as last time; the dentist just screws off back into her office once completed. No follow through or at least, nominal professional interest to ensure the next steps are understood and/or farewell greetings. (All the more perverse as I don't get to see her face, for the mask and loup pair glasses she has on. And there was no other patients there.)
But there were dental care matters that needed attending to; after the tooth extract of 3 months ago, and by way of the dental assistant acting as an intermediary, I was to see a specialist by way of referral. I didn't hear anything, so today I asked what was going on and they said it went through, but they would send it again. Like WTF; why are medical referrals getting sabotaged now? This is the third time this year a referral has "disappeared", and I have had to go back and remind them that it didn't happen. And why is this vague hand-off referral system so wretched, now done electronically? A doctor says they will refer, and then they never bother to check into it that it has happened. In this day and age with email and electronic calendars, why don't they send the patient an email (or on paper) referral receipt that a has a note in bold saying something like, "if you don't hear by xxx date, then call this number". But no, that would be too efficient, remove more possibilities of error, and put the patient in charge to catch the missing hand-off. I have had three medical referrals this year; one failed and I never heard back, and a further two have failed, and had to be inquired about (by me) and re-sent. Three of three medical referrals fucked up this year. Hardly a coincidence. I wish I wasn't getting so pummeled health wise and wouldn't need to deal with this arms-length "throw it over the wall and see who catches it" system. Constant and relentless sabotage over every fucking thing I do. And normally I don't need medical referrals too often, so maybe the perps decided to go nuts on this item this year.
11-25-2017
A shut-in day yesterday, even if it wasn't the plan. My vehicle was in for repair, and should of been ready, but lo, a head pipe gasket blew, or else was unusable, and they couldn't get one late Friday. They aren't open today (Saturday), so my vehicle is sitting in the shop all weekend. Well done, and I half expected a fuck up when coming up against the weekend. The perps do like to move the vehicle on me, not being parked outside, as if it were some kind of color/object change up. It is parked 20' away from my residence on the other side of the fence, so they must be doing some kind of energetic testing. Recall, that the assholes put me through this shit back in February when they took out the power steering pump and its sensor, and the vehicle was parked in the shop for an overnight stay.
My local fickle friend came by in the evening to take me shopping for groceries as I didn't expect to be without a vehicle for the weekend. So he got to accompany me on my grocery shopping trip. In the spring, the roles were reversed as he had a knee injury and I accompanied him on his grocery shopping. Eventually, he did physical therapy in Kelowna for three weeks, just next door to the cancer clinic that I attend, now for the 5th of 6 weeks. Call it proximal stalking perhaps.
More too much wine again, something that seems to "happen" when he is here. Anyhow, he crashed on the floor for the night, and left in the morning. So one can assume he was to not only drive me, but to stalk me with my groceries home, and even even helped me unpack them. Unpacking groceries as well as food preparation seems to be a big thing for the perps.
Anyhow, enough of the boring details, and call this week done.
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