12-03-2012
First weekday at this new residence. And the brown games were on. Not only do have many unpacked cardboard boxes, and the contents out of those that I did unpack, but I also received a brown box from a certain online discount place with the items that I ordered. Of major note was this soft shell jacket, a nice mid-blue in color, and lo, if it didn't have a patterned scarlet red colored liner that I did not expect. This is so much red that I don't think I could wear it, even if it doesn't show. The perps have a way of planting constant nagging ideations to have one change their mind awful quick. And I also see that the same underwear I order in black, is now with a half blue waistband (inside) and with some small red patterns on it too. Otherwise, it is identical in make and cut to my all black underwear. And as the perps have been on a ten year long tear as to my underwear color and all the other related details, this represents the first progress in being allowed to have anything but black underwear. They still won't let me have plain briefs, and insist that I have a high waist and extra (useless) panels on the front.
12-05-2012
A double move as it "happened"; the room next door was to be the one, but lo, if there wasn't a problem with the reservations, so I had to move again last night, one room away. This being a motel room, and cramped it is, unlike the one I had in January thru May. The perps like to alternate keeping me crammed and then having sufficient room. I would posit that there has been two of each for the four places I lived in this year, alternating, and starting with sufficient room.
Then too, this motel has more of the shiftless males loitering around with no seeming day job; sitting outside their rooms, sucking on cigarettes, and their telltale perp coughing and hacking. Every so often they do a soliloquy on the cell phone to ensure I hear enough background "dude banter", as has been the long running perp stunt.
And true to form, a resumption of the toilet blocking games within 2 minutes of finishing the move-in for this residence. Regular readers will recall this identical stunt/event got pulled on me the last residence within a minute of the last box being hauled from the vehicle. And then that wasn't enough, because the put me through the same exercise this morning. I recall this same back-to-back blocked toilet stunt was pulled in the first week of the last place too.
They gave me a week off from toilet games last week, and now are back at it. At least they didn't block it as I was departing the last place as these events can go for three or more days before they are "resolved" with Liquid Plumber. Or should that be dissolved? And just when I wanted more ammunition in the form of bleach to deal with this problem, why, it disappeared from the shelves of the regular gangstalker big box store. (And the red staff shirts give me the heebie-jeebies). Regular readers will recall that the One Minute Plumber gas cartridges also disappeared from the same shelves when I was to replenish the three expended cartridges at my employer's toilet hassles this past summer.
And plenty more hassle today, the first morning in this room; re-directed finger control, objects flipping or turning on their own, soap bubbles from nowhere and all the other juvenile pranks that I have come to loathe all day long.
12-07-2012
I got whacked for a 45 min. "nap attack" after tea and chocolate some 15
minutes into a new book; and has this not repeated in recent months?
Yes it has, and it would seem they want me more psychically accessible
following beginning a book.
The former landlady had to be re-visited yesterday for me to collect my damage deposit. What a freak; 250lb, dressed entirely in red, and a thick neck like a frog. Then she regales me with her Air Miles card woes (again), as if I gave a shit, as I loathe those customer loyalty cards, unless store specific.
The landlady paid me in cash, the new Canadian $50 bills with polymer "paper" and even a see-through panel. The bills ended up in my wallet for longer than planned as she kept me until my tanning appointment time (clothes off, note), which then backed into store closure time and a big perp stakeout at the LD store. Then to the ATM where oddly, two of the six $50 bills went missing, though I wasn't allowed to know that then. Only afterwards did they run the logic of how much there should of been from a damage deposit, reimbursement and labor work I did for her. I was $100 short, and yet I put all the $50 bills into the envelope. [Post script; I see the bank ATM staff logged a "Error" and a $100 addition to my account, now one day later. So it would seem the perps needed to steal two new polymer bills from my wallet, have me deposit the remainder after jerking me around to other errands when I intended to deposit them right away, and then give them back by either re-inserting them into the sealed deposit envelope or directly transacting with the banking system. This would not be the first time contents of my wallet have disappeared by themselves outside of the conventional physical reality of most every one else.
They finally let me finish out the week with vineyard work, the wine all put to bed for the month I am to be away. I also moved the fruit tree prunings from yesterday; a tree service person came yesterday while I was inside, putzing with the wine making. The perps like to arrange someone cutting plant material near me, if not having me do it. Last year, when helping the boss' son move house, the cable installer was cutting a nearby shrub with his pliers as one of the more absurd cases of cutlery severing plant material. Just to think we now have combine harvesters cutting swaths of wheat, corn or whatever, and here are the perps grinding me on pruning vines or fruit trees. Back in 1996 I had a small hobby farm with an acre of kiwi fruit, which needed pruning each year. Now 18 years later, they put me through the same routine, just on someone else's farm.
12-08-2012
A Saturday, and a full leg wax appointment. They pulled snow in the night, though only one or two inches, and it warmed up during the daytime to melt some of the ice that was crusted on my vehicle. No driving hijinks either with some ice on the road. The perps can use anything as an excuse to create hassle or adversity.
I went shopping after the leg wax, and the perps do like to swarm me then, and I had my posse in LD store again, though no loitering dude where I needed to go this time. Then to vacuum my vehicle for the second time in a week, as the pink gravel at the vineyard seems to find its way on my shoes and then into the foot well.
The yapping dudes has set up outside my door, just voices right now, though when closer one of them mentioned a "roster". Hmm, as in organized shiftless males. Kind of a gimme on their part.
Another parcel has gone AWOL. A watchband to replace the one where the keeper self-ripped and for the last three weeks this infernal watchband sticks out 3" and contacts anything and everything at my L. hand. In the past, during key Fuckover moments, the watch band would flip out from its keeper loop all by itself, and now, I have the watchband snagging games going 24x7. Said letter parcel is traceable, and it took six days to send it from Bethel CT to Bethpage NY making it there Nov. 26. It left Bethpage NY Nov. 29 with three departure scans in three days and hasn't been scanned anywhere else since. And have I not mentioned the strange goings on with parcel deliveries? Many times.
Meanwhile, a book was ordered a few days later and it arrived inside a week. Largely because it is a two hour drive away, though I didn't know that at the time I ordered it. It seems that Amazon doesn't want me to know where the seller is physically located, and only the province, state and country is mentioned. Just more coincidence games it would seem.
Speaking of which, for the past two mornings, a vehicle at the next motel, 100' to my right, has been copying my R turn identically as I pull out from the motel to the street. I had this same deal for at least three mornings in succession at the last place I lived at. Though it is nothing new, as this copy-cat driving, emulating my turns and lane changes, was evident as soon as the assholes went berserk/overt in 04-2002.
12-09-2012
I am due to drive out to Kelowna, 1.5hr northbound, and I see the perps pulled another snow job. Only an hour ago I checked the forecast and no snow was mentioned.
Am back from yoga; only 9 others this snowy morning, though not deep. Much less than the elbow to elbow classes with 25 or more. The cycling dude got close today, he and his grunting for crissakes, and he cannot get the poses right, only going partway. Said dude managed to park himself over my boots after class, and after putting his dumbshit dayglo coat next to mine for the entire class as I discovered afterward. Then while changing he stepped into my view, so fuck that, I cross to the other side of the lobby where a couch is, which was the signal for two women to suddenly file out the door. All these choreographed exits, entrances and obstructions.
They put on the blonde, young and proportional but-large woman instructor this morning, and making sure I saw her oversized ass more than once. This time she was in all black, having alternated from black and white in past classes. And it seemed to be bra-straps-on-show today, nearly half the women with some kind of visible undergarment straps. This is nothing new in the perp arrangements anywhere I go, but to have an undue emphasis on it in one yoga class is most curious. And one tattoo woman who put herself directly behind me by 8', and it seemed to be the arrangement that I would only occasionally see the tattoo in the mirror. Bad enough, but she was the one that came beside me two weeks ago when I was last there, and with plenty of more tattoo exposure then. And if I don't like the sight of tattoos, why is it that a secret organization needs me to see them in glimpses everywhere for over ten years of hounding me out of work and a normal existence?
The yapping dudes outside my door have clustered and keeping up the male banter, post tea and chocolate. Double the usual 100g no less, to make sure I have more brown signature I suppose.
Calling this one done before I travel to the First Feral Family home for four weeks. There should be a carol for TI's, maybe to the tune of 12 Days of Christmas- Four Fuckwits, Three Belligerent Drivers, Two Split Couples and a Brain in Research. You get the idea. In fact, the perps let me have a number of versions in prior years before they cut that from me.
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Sunday, December 09, 2012
Monday, April 30, 2012
Employment Jerkarounds
04-23-2012
On and off loud mufflered vehicles as I type this, which somehow get through at the same volume with my hearing protection off or on, it doesn't matter.
A day of tying down canes in the vineyard, and decent weather as well. That is, the pruned vines are tied to the horizontal trellis wire. The weather was good enough that I might wear my shorts tomorrow, that is, above the thigh, and not those absurd baggy ones below the knee that the gangstalker assholes favor, and like to present as Unfavored. They even put a baggy shorted male 200' away, hand digging his farm's water pipes to install yet more PVC pipes. At least one of the crew was also wearing a mid-calf pair of shorts, in plaid no less, and he was a native Indian. Go figure.
And why is so freaking difficult to get a vineyard job in wine country, when I have a viticulture certificate and four years of farm work experience? The jobs suddenly dried up, and only five or so in the last five weeks. Other sites seem to be similarly compromised, not having vineyard jobs. But as I have said many times, every facet of my existence is arranged for maximum adversity, and this is only one example. In 1989-90 I spent ten months full time training on GIS (Geographic Information Systems) and couldn't get a GIS gig. My employer promised it, but it never came in the nine years I worked there. In other words, that training was essentially wasted by the perps, and they are full value in pulling the same vile stunt again, this time in viticulture.
04-25-2012
Tying down vine canes all day, and as well, attempting to not knock off the delicate leafy florets that are emerging from the buds. And much frustration with the perps pulling the things from my hands, I am sick fed up of being sabotaged while applying the viticulture training I have taken for the past three months.
A new worker today, a beehive hairdo girl, but with dreads making up the beehive, and green tinges too. Someone must know I cannot stand the sight of dreadlocks, so they put them on a girl for me to encounter at various points in the day.
She is the third sub-30 yo. woman on the crew to have an extra ample ass. This cannot be a coincidence. The fourth woman is extra ample everywhere. And on the visual scene, baggy shorts predominate, especially with plaid; absurd.
I fourth job advert at this one vineyard, the latest posted was yesterday. So I stop in as they are not far away from this temporary worksite, and I got the reply "we don't need anyone" (E. Indian of course). Prior job ads were pulled, saying must speak Punjabi. The next day at the employment center with a physical job board, I mention my experience in person, and she pulls the ads from the board, and mentioning this might be an immigration scam, though she did not want to say anything more.
04-26-2012
Rain, even a rain warning... new wiper blades put into use, purchase five days ago and installed, and RainX was beading off water on the windshield, though not its usual excellent effectiveness. And we do know about the perp's obsession over wiper blades, even nicking new ones to leave a streak at every occilation cycle.
Wearing my Blue Storm rain gear, only two other workers, one being the beehive dreadlocks girl, now wearing her dreads down instead of upcalled off at 1100h. The rain got worse and then the wind started up, making it considerably colder. Lots of new perp things today; rain pants (worn once since last year when I bought them), rain coat/shell, never used for over six years, and then I use it today.
And in my usual parking stall when I get back early, why a LH drive Toyota Landcruiser with a big winch on its front. (The perps like to arrange braided cable around me when they have half an excuse; odd that there was drums of cable next to the location of the 9/11 attack on the Pentagon). (I have a 1997 Toyota Camry, as of two weeks ago, my first allowed vehicle ownership since 2006). And two stalls over, why, a Toyota Camry identical to mine save the fugly grey-purple paint color, though likely the same greytone as mine, a mid metallic grey.
04-27-2012
I am using Notepad notes for blog, once it gets online. The wifi internet has been very sluggish or not availible for three days now. It impedes essential job searching and banking, and I am getting mighty pissed that this motel isn't getting on with fixing it.
Another day of cane tying in the vineyard. I putz away, getting my finger motor control dithered and messed with by an undeclared malevolant force; extremely frustrating when one depends on one's motor skill to make a pittance of a living.
A vision attack while driving back, just as I made the corner at OK Falls; thankfully only one eye. The game might be all about making my eye red, and then use that as some kind of reference for the endless red vehicles that are arranged around me.
I wore shorts today; even if sunny, not much of a tan and no sunblock on. Unlike last week when they reddened my face even if using SPF 60 on it from 0800h on, and re-applied every 2 to 2.5 hours. Which suggests that skin color reaction to sunlight is arranged too.
04-29-2012
Sunday, a day off from work, though never for harassment, ever.
Internet access is still obstructed at this motel, one more month to stay before I must move. and no movement on getting a longer term working gig. Income tax returns are due tomorrow, and I haven't started due to this internet access obstruction. Just when I need the internet the most, why, poof, the motel is putatively putzing with the network, now in its third incarnation in two weeks in terms of login protocol. Though, that should end today if all goes according to plan, getting a cellular network device and plan, so I can move around with it. That and a new cell phone service too, so I have telephone number portability. (I use the motel's phone service for local calls). And of course, they could mess with the customer situation at the network provider, as I was in the store three days ago to do just that, and lo, if there wasn't a customer swarm to tie up all the store personnel and create a too-to-wait obstruction. One can be sure the perps like to arrange dry runs, partial completion to cause task resumption and all manner of means to protract anything I do, especially if a rarity, e.g. new phone service, new residence, new vehicle (three interuptions to conclude the deal that day, including a dental cleaning appointment).
Plenty of extra-conventional jerkarounds and forced recall lapses to get me riled up this morning, per usual. One's fingers are not even my control, with plenty of extra jabbings and brushing sensations from nowhere. Plus, the assholes make sure I know about all my unhealed cuts and nicks on my fingers, as they too often "happen" to get nudged and touched to create extra pain jabs. The recent paid work of vine cane tying precludes the use of gloves as they always (somehow) get pinched between the horizontal trellis wire and the vine, creating more difficulty in getting the job done. That is on top of the assholes pulling my hands off the tieing ribbon or wire, the cane, breaking the ribbon, the unexpected sudden release of the cane when being held and tensioned to the trellis wire and countless other physical perturbations of getting the job done. If you ever encountered a string of misfortune, and ask "why does this happen to me?", well guess what, there are malevolent entities that can remotely influence thoughts and one's entire physicality in realtime (aka targeting), and just love to create duress, exasperation and annoyance, if not worse. Strange and as over-guarded as that seems, and ten years ago before this abusive, relentless, tyrannical and psychopathic ordeal began, I would of never believed such a statement either. Add this blog, and others of similar kind, and read the It Happened To Me oddities that other much less harassed (even "normal") persons have written, and one could objectively come to the same conclusion.
Laundry day today, always a subject of much extra abuse and perp attention. Having the washing machine stop in mid-run "from" a putative load balance problem was running for three or more weeks straight, and now today, that problem has suddenly stopped, for the first load so far, one to go. These were even small loads, one quarter full at most, and were balanced when I loaded them and "somehow" the normally reliable washing machine had a problem running for at least three weeks. And more color games too, with two same model/color washing machines available, side by side, and one with a black plastic vane, and one with a white plastic vane. And lo, if they didn't force me to switch between the two, first having me start on the latter. Exciting times in perpland, pissing around for ten fucking years and counting as to what color the vanes of the washing machines I use. I say "force me" due to various reasons; the only one available, the white one became unreliable (per above) and the white one was scuzzed up much more than the black vaned one. Just another example of the perp's attention to detail that goes on every mortal instant of my existence.
Not so fast; the second load of laundry "somehow" stopped in mid-load with an apparent load balance problem. This was the load that wasn't one quarter full, and somehow it stopped the washing machine? And when I looked inside there was no imbalance at all. The usual routine is to shift some soggy garments around and then close the lid, and why, it completes normally. And this was the machine with the black plastic vane set, and it somehow pulls this off the same as the the white vaned washing machine beside it. I say laundry obstruction. I suspect the washing machine stoppage games are all about having me touch my chosen soggy garment for color interaction testing. If true, there will be years of this freaking nonsense to come, any washing machine, any site.
I tried to connect this PC to the laptop I was given two weeks ago, and no go; not recognized at all, on either side. Surely one can connect two PC's with RS232 cable and have them show up in Windows 7 and XP? I don't know for sure, but it is freaking ridiculous in any event. Sometimes I wonder if Windows wasn't meant to try the patience of everyone and to raise angst and duress all the more. And that ergonomic efficiency (Apple mainly) might sneak in as the marketplace winner after all.
04-30-2012
Much to be busy about yesterday, culminating in getting my income tax return done and sent electronically. Payment will be by snail mail, putting the envelope in the mail box, having me done the same thing at the same time last week, applying for a job. The once-per-year login and password for income tax return filing became a flaming hassle, no doubt perp managed. As I did not have the 2010 tax return on hand, I couldn't update my address online, and consequently was to send in the paper version. Screw that, and I hand wrote the new address on the remittance coupon. No doubt I will get it in the ear from the tax authorities, the same ones who requested the same information about my divorce agreement for four successive years, pretending they didn't have it on file after the first time. Can we say directed harassment from the tax authorities too? (On top of police, military, ambulance and border patrol personnel)
And it was also the day of acquiring a new cell phone which can also act as a modem and serve as this (very heavy) desktop internet access. After the shenanigans over the last two weeks of this motel (where I reside until May end) and the up and down shared wireless access, it was long overdue to get the latest and greatest cell phone. And as it seems to be imposed itinerance in chasing vineyard jobs, it is high time that I had my own phone number, not to be revealed here.
But of course setting up the cell phone as a tethered modem wasn't going to work out of the box, and with no Samsung Galaxy Note manual, I was hooped. Event the carrier's tech support was stumped after 20 minutes on the phone. Eventually it appeared there was missing drivers, so back to the store again and get them. Of course he didn't explain it wasn't the drivers per se, but the Samsung desktop portal application that synchronizes with the cell phone, More unneeded perturbations in figuring out what files he gave me. And as part of the FUD game, I wasn't allowed to just run the exe file as it would of been the obvious thing, save for the imposed mindfuck+FUD games.
And having used Ufile tax software for some three years, I attempted to purchase it and lo, if the assholes didn't block the transaction with the game of the wiggly letters which one must authenticate by typing in as text. I even used the audio, and I still got blocked. So instead, Turbo Tax this year; purchasing it was allowed by the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich. But the real question is, what in the fuck does it matter which freaking tax software I use? And of note, this was done over the just-installed cellular data link, not the motel wifi. As mentioned many times in this blog, the perps have an obsession over which networks and wires I use, and wire metal and sheathing colors, and it seems they wanted me to try a new network access with with new software. Next year I swear, they will drop one of those and have me using the old software on the (new) cellular data link. Their habit is to test me on complex things first, and then when it is time, (and I don't know how they determine this), they change some of the key variables, and test it exhaustively. Another recent example is the recent shaving games, detailed below.
After two years of this new "habit" of shaving my front and arms as well as my face as part of the morning routine after showering, the perps are now creating this time pinch then, and having me shave only arms or front in addition to my face. All part of their functional and energetic signature decomposition games it would seem. It only took ten freaking years of their insane abuse to get to this point. Count another ten to cover what else the life rapists have in mind.
I going to call this a wrap, as in posting it, as I need to get on with the next trial, finding a job and place all in the next month before I must move from these wintertime low-rent digs.
On and off loud mufflered vehicles as I type this, which somehow get through at the same volume with my hearing protection off or on, it doesn't matter.
A day of tying down canes in the vineyard, and decent weather as well. That is, the pruned vines are tied to the horizontal trellis wire. The weather was good enough that I might wear my shorts tomorrow, that is, above the thigh, and not those absurd baggy ones below the knee that the gangstalker assholes favor, and like to present as Unfavored. They even put a baggy shorted male 200' away, hand digging his farm's water pipes to install yet more PVC pipes. At least one of the crew was also wearing a mid-calf pair of shorts, in plaid no less, and he was a native Indian. Go figure.
And why is so freaking difficult to get a vineyard job in wine country, when I have a viticulture certificate and four years of farm work experience? The jobs suddenly dried up, and only five or so in the last five weeks. Other sites seem to be similarly compromised, not having vineyard jobs. But as I have said many times, every facet of my existence is arranged for maximum adversity, and this is only one example. In 1989-90 I spent ten months full time training on GIS (Geographic Information Systems) and couldn't get a GIS gig. My employer promised it, but it never came in the nine years I worked there. In other words, that training was essentially wasted by the perps, and they are full value in pulling the same vile stunt again, this time in viticulture.
04-25-2012
Tying down vine canes all day, and as well, attempting to not knock off the delicate leafy florets that are emerging from the buds. And much frustration with the perps pulling the things from my hands, I am sick fed up of being sabotaged while applying the viticulture training I have taken for the past three months.
A new worker today, a beehive hairdo girl, but with dreads making up the beehive, and green tinges too. Someone must know I cannot stand the sight of dreadlocks, so they put them on a girl for me to encounter at various points in the day.
She is the third sub-30 yo. woman on the crew to have an extra ample ass. This cannot be a coincidence. The fourth woman is extra ample everywhere. And on the visual scene, baggy shorts predominate, especially with plaid; absurd.
I fourth job advert at this one vineyard, the latest posted was yesterday. So I stop in as they are not far away from this temporary worksite, and I got the reply "we don't need anyone" (E. Indian of course). Prior job ads were pulled, saying must speak Punjabi. The next day at the employment center with a physical job board, I mention my experience in person, and she pulls the ads from the board, and mentioning this might be an immigration scam, though she did not want to say anything more.
04-26-2012
Rain, even a rain warning... new wiper blades put into use, purchase five days ago and installed, and RainX was beading off water on the windshield, though not its usual excellent effectiveness. And we do know about the perp's obsession over wiper blades, even nicking new ones to leave a streak at every occilation cycle.
Wearing my Blue Storm rain gear, only two other workers, one being the beehive dreadlocks girl, now wearing her dreads down instead of upcalled off at 1100h. The rain got worse and then the wind started up, making it considerably colder. Lots of new perp things today; rain pants (worn once since last year when I bought them), rain coat/shell, never used for over six years, and then I use it today.
And in my usual parking stall when I get back early, why a LH drive Toyota Landcruiser with a big winch on its front. (The perps like to arrange braided cable around me when they have half an excuse; odd that there was drums of cable next to the location of the 9/11 attack on the Pentagon). (I have a 1997 Toyota Camry, as of two weeks ago, my first allowed vehicle ownership since 2006). And two stalls over, why, a Toyota Camry identical to mine save the fugly grey-purple paint color, though likely the same greytone as mine, a mid metallic grey.
04-27-2012
I am using Notepad notes for blog, once it gets online. The wifi internet has been very sluggish or not availible for three days now. It impedes essential job searching and banking, and I am getting mighty pissed that this motel isn't getting on with fixing it.
Another day of cane tying in the vineyard. I putz away, getting my finger motor control dithered and messed with by an undeclared malevolant force; extremely frustrating when one depends on one's motor skill to make a pittance of a living.
A vision attack while driving back, just as I made the corner at OK Falls; thankfully only one eye. The game might be all about making my eye red, and then use that as some kind of reference for the endless red vehicles that are arranged around me.
I wore shorts today; even if sunny, not much of a tan and no sunblock on. Unlike last week when they reddened my face even if using SPF 60 on it from 0800h on, and re-applied every 2 to 2.5 hours. Which suggests that skin color reaction to sunlight is arranged too.
04-29-2012
Sunday, a day off from work, though never for harassment, ever.
Internet access is still obstructed at this motel, one more month to stay before I must move. and no movement on getting a longer term working gig. Income tax returns are due tomorrow, and I haven't started due to this internet access obstruction. Just when I need the internet the most, why, poof, the motel is putatively putzing with the network, now in its third incarnation in two weeks in terms of login protocol. Though, that should end today if all goes according to plan, getting a cellular network device and plan, so I can move around with it. That and a new cell phone service too, so I have telephone number portability. (I use the motel's phone service for local calls). And of course, they could mess with the customer situation at the network provider, as I was in the store three days ago to do just that, and lo, if there wasn't a customer swarm to tie up all the store personnel and create a too-to-wait obstruction. One can be sure the perps like to arrange dry runs, partial completion to cause task resumption and all manner of means to protract anything I do, especially if a rarity, e.g. new phone service, new residence, new vehicle (three interuptions to conclude the deal that day, including a dental cleaning appointment).
Plenty of extra-conventional jerkarounds and forced recall lapses to get me riled up this morning, per usual. One's fingers are not even my control, with plenty of extra jabbings and brushing sensations from nowhere. Plus, the assholes make sure I know about all my unhealed cuts and nicks on my fingers, as they too often "happen" to get nudged and touched to create extra pain jabs. The recent paid work of vine cane tying precludes the use of gloves as they always (somehow) get pinched between the horizontal trellis wire and the vine, creating more difficulty in getting the job done. That is on top of the assholes pulling my hands off the tieing ribbon or wire, the cane, breaking the ribbon, the unexpected sudden release of the cane when being held and tensioned to the trellis wire and countless other physical perturbations of getting the job done. If you ever encountered a string of misfortune, and ask "why does this happen to me?", well guess what, there are malevolent entities that can remotely influence thoughts and one's entire physicality in realtime (aka targeting), and just love to create duress, exasperation and annoyance, if not worse. Strange and as over-guarded as that seems, and ten years ago before this abusive, relentless, tyrannical and psychopathic ordeal began, I would of never believed such a statement either. Add this blog, and others of similar kind, and read the It Happened To Me oddities that other much less harassed (even "normal") persons have written, and one could objectively come to the same conclusion.
Laundry day today, always a subject of much extra abuse and perp attention. Having the washing machine stop in mid-run "from" a putative load balance problem was running for three or more weeks straight, and now today, that problem has suddenly stopped, for the first load so far, one to go. These were even small loads, one quarter full at most, and were balanced when I loaded them and "somehow" the normally reliable washing machine had a problem running for at least three weeks. And more color games too, with two same model/color washing machines available, side by side, and one with a black plastic vane, and one with a white plastic vane. And lo, if they didn't force me to switch between the two, first having me start on the latter. Exciting times in perpland, pissing around for ten fucking years and counting as to what color the vanes of the washing machines I use. I say "force me" due to various reasons; the only one available, the white one became unreliable (per above) and the white one was scuzzed up much more than the black vaned one. Just another example of the perp's attention to detail that goes on every mortal instant of my existence.
Not so fast; the second load of laundry "somehow" stopped in mid-load with an apparent load balance problem. This was the load that wasn't one quarter full, and somehow it stopped the washing machine? And when I looked inside there was no imbalance at all. The usual routine is to shift some soggy garments around and then close the lid, and why, it completes normally. And this was the machine with the black plastic vane set, and it somehow pulls this off the same as the the white vaned washing machine beside it. I say laundry obstruction. I suspect the washing machine stoppage games are all about having me touch my chosen soggy garment for color interaction testing. If true, there will be years of this freaking nonsense to come, any washing machine, any site.
I tried to connect this PC to the laptop I was given two weeks ago, and no go; not recognized at all, on either side. Surely one can connect two PC's with RS232 cable and have them show up in Windows 7 and XP? I don't know for sure, but it is freaking ridiculous in any event. Sometimes I wonder if Windows wasn't meant to try the patience of everyone and to raise angst and duress all the more. And that ergonomic efficiency (Apple mainly) might sneak in as the marketplace winner after all.
04-30-2012
Much to be busy about yesterday, culminating in getting my income tax return done and sent electronically. Payment will be by snail mail, putting the envelope in the mail box, having me done the same thing at the same time last week, applying for a job. The once-per-year login and password for income tax return filing became a flaming hassle, no doubt perp managed. As I did not have the 2010 tax return on hand, I couldn't update my address online, and consequently was to send in the paper version. Screw that, and I hand wrote the new address on the remittance coupon. No doubt I will get it in the ear from the tax authorities, the same ones who requested the same information about my divorce agreement for four successive years, pretending they didn't have it on file after the first time. Can we say directed harassment from the tax authorities too? (On top of police, military, ambulance and border patrol personnel)
And it was also the day of acquiring a new cell phone which can also act as a modem and serve as this (very heavy) desktop internet access. After the shenanigans over the last two weeks of this motel (where I reside until May end) and the up and down shared wireless access, it was long overdue to get the latest and greatest cell phone. And as it seems to be imposed itinerance in chasing vineyard jobs, it is high time that I had my own phone number, not to be revealed here.
But of course setting up the cell phone as a tethered modem wasn't going to work out of the box, and with no Samsung Galaxy Note manual, I was hooped. Event the carrier's tech support was stumped after 20 minutes on the phone. Eventually it appeared there was missing drivers, so back to the store again and get them. Of course he didn't explain it wasn't the drivers per se, but the Samsung desktop portal application that synchronizes with the cell phone, More unneeded perturbations in figuring out what files he gave me. And as part of the FUD game, I wasn't allowed to just run the exe file as it would of been the obvious thing, save for the imposed mindfuck+FUD games.
And having used Ufile tax software for some three years, I attempted to purchase it and lo, if the assholes didn't block the transaction with the game of the wiggly letters which one must authenticate by typing in as text. I even used the audio, and I still got blocked. So instead, Turbo Tax this year; purchasing it was allowed by the Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich. But the real question is, what in the fuck does it matter which freaking tax software I use? And of note, this was done over the just-installed cellular data link, not the motel wifi. As mentioned many times in this blog, the perps have an obsession over which networks and wires I use, and wire metal and sheathing colors, and it seems they wanted me to try a new network access with with new software. Next year I swear, they will drop one of those and have me using the old software on the (new) cellular data link. Their habit is to test me on complex things first, and then when it is time, (and I don't know how they determine this), they change some of the key variables, and test it exhaustively. Another recent example is the recent shaving games, detailed below.
After two years of this new "habit" of shaving my front and arms as well as my face as part of the morning routine after showering, the perps are now creating this time pinch then, and having me shave only arms or front in addition to my face. All part of their functional and energetic signature decomposition games it would seem. It only took ten freaking years of their insane abuse to get to this point. Count another ten to cover what else the life rapists have in mind.
I going to call this a wrap, as in posting it, as I need to get on with the next trial, finding a job and place all in the next month before I must move from these wintertime low-rent digs.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Interview Games
04-10-2012
Interview games again; this time the prospective employer makes a near-impossible (to me, temporarily residing elsewhere) demand to interview me "tonight" or "tomorrow" when I am 400 miles away. Then when I reply that it could be the day after tomorrow, (to give me driving time to return), why, the prospective employer doesn't reply. This is at least the fifth such stunt, as I am going to call it, in the past two years, where they have an unerring knack for taking advantage when I am out of email contact or else cannot immediately respond because I needed to take the city bus. This time, I have a vehicle, and lo, if this bullshit doesn't erupt when I am out of town, but in email contact, and even with my USB drive with my resume at the ready.
The perps have rendered me flat broke yet again, and they still persist in screwing me around over getting a job. I got four years of farm work, I have three full-time months of viticulture training, so why is this so fucking difficult to get a vineyard job except by arranged adverse circumstances? Needless to say, the concept of employment, having it or not, and getting a job and the rest of it, is of intense perp interest. And recall last year's ridiculous group interview at a certain vineyard, and when hanging with the other prospective candidates afterward, I find I have the most farm work experience of all of them and I don't get hired.
And, the interview for the tractor operator I had two weeks ago, the first since 2000, I learn after the fact was even more bogus than I knew. My farm-worker "pal" told me they must mention the pay and the start date for it to be a serious consideration, and this was not mentioned. Add that on top of the owner's dismissal of an inexperienced candidate, and the interviewer arranging a locked tractor so I couldn't be tested on it, counts as another extremely perverse job hiring experience. Perhaps the perps are getting more nuanced about employment obstruction; from flat-out email obstruction so there is no interview, and now to constructive interview obstruction where it is a scripted, feigned and perverse (in hindsight, not being allowed to perceive such at the moment), jerk-around event.
I check my email, and the prospective employer (per above) says the job has been filled. In other words, the job was filled before the first suggested interview appointment time. (I asked for a day later). Never have I experienced so many unusual or bizarre behaviors around getting a job. From the past almost non-interview, just "when do you want to start" over the phone, (again, no mention of pay rate), to this bullshit when they filled the job before their suggested interview time. I have eliminated the jerk-around excuses by having a vehicle, and now the assholes are exploiting the fact that I don't have a cell phone for instant contact. That still doesn't cover the fact that the prospective employer didn't get back to me for 18 hours to confirm an interview time. He replied to my initial application in an hour though.
04-10-2012
Busy digging weeds, sowing grass seed, and transplanting; big neighborhood noise eruptions and even helicopters for the latter two activities. This at the First Feral Family (FFF) house, those perp abetting quisling family members who make no bones about where their loyalties lie.
My perp-abetting mother was doing her level best to criss-cross my path, or get in the way to where I wanted to go, arriving seconds ahead of me. Same deal in the kitchen these past 10 years, but now she is doing it in the backyard. Normally she takes off in the vehicle when I do landscape garden maintenance, but for some strange reason she was directed to dog me outside today.
04-11-2012
A persistent light rain, continuing on my way into downtown, while the vehicle was at the tire shop, and on the way back, and into the afternoon. And for me, a sign that the perps are putting extra resources to aid their human experimentation games. That they had me swimming on a fitness swim team for 13 years wasn't any fluke, and here they are, playing water games again.
New tires for my new-to-me vehicle, giving me 45 min. downtown. One stop was the bank, and getting my online credit card access resumed, and part of which involved this loopy phone conversation with an E. Indian; "Not logged out" means "logged in" to me, and when I asked what he meant, he comes up with a diversionary response, changing the topic altogether. Twice this occurred in the conversation at the bank counter, also revealing my personal information to all within earshot, (which included the brown overcoated vagrant act that tailed me inside). Afterward, the customer service person said "sorry for putting you through this ordeal". No private office with the cute babe this time, when they last screwed me out of having online credit card account access, and then again, by making me "forget" to use the 24hr password to reset it. Fucking bizarre.
I got a tank of gasoline for the vehicle on the way back, and only a moderate gangstalking posse around me, as it is the first time I have filled it up. Given the perp's obsessive use of petroleum tankers in the vehicular gangstalking milieu, and all other things of petroleum origin, I expected a full-on ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking, but it wasn't the case.
Then in-town brother arrives 10 seconds in the FFF house driveway after I do, in his silver grey truck with brown cardboard boxes in the box. Then he has be outside to look at the brown canvas tarps to the pile of weeds under them, that I want him to haul away. I call this "brown calibration".
In the afternoon, I was power washing the driveway, including where the vehicle sat with its new tires for a an hour or so, and then I parked on the grass boulevard to get it out of the way. All very exciting for the perps, shuffling vehicles around, and they do like to put a good power-washing show every so often.
Later, the vehicular gangstalking ramped up while I was under the front yard 8' wide pine hedge doing weeding, then helicopters too, and more aircraft noise from float-planes, and not more than a half dozen STRATCOM B-52's for a half day.
After that, four recycle garbage trucks lined up opposite the FFF house, end to end in front of a neighbor's house, some 100' away. They were buzzing around here all morning as it was pick-up day for the recycling, with one navy blue recycle truck doing five pass-bys for no seeming purpose after they first emptied the curbside bins. Later, a white recycle garbage truck of the same size with the assistant riding on the passenger side running board, the white garbage truck going at full-tilt in these suburban streets for no seeming purpose. Then in the four strong street-side line up, the first navy blue one departs, then the white one in position three, then the navy blue one in position two, and finally the last-most navy blue one. Who is the choreographer, and what is the purpose of this bizarre nonsense over arranging garbage trucks? (I have long pondered why garbage trucks are often used for vehicular gangstalking, which occur more than the redi-mix concrete trucks and petroleum tankers. Only the brown cardboard box packing parcel delivery trucks outnumber the garbage truck gangstalking).
04-12-2012
Leaf raking, tree pruning, some soil slinging, and some weeding today, all at the FFF house, and in plain view of my "new" vehicle, as it seems the perps like to have it sit there for days on end, unused, save going out for the above new tire set, and getting the front wheels aligned tomorrow.
The lawn cutters came today, adroitly timing their noise and activity when I was under the pine hedge in the front yard, getting the leaves out from under it, and cutting off branches that would trap the leaves, or else jab me in the back. And some weeding there too. The perps cannot get enough of me being under foliage, trees in particular. Regular readers will know that I worked in forestry for many years, and this too might of been perp managed to further their foliage/tree canopy fixation/human experimentation objectives. The perps also liked to have me take the red handled loppers with me as I went under the pine hedge, and then came out to re-enter between the next pair of pines to get the leaves out from under their boughs.
04-13-2012
A morning time attendance to administrative things, until in-town brother arrives to gawp at this very LCD display, seeming on a mission for the perps. I had just supplied my perp-abetting mother with the financial details of the next few months, as I am looking broke with a full year's income tax to pay by April 30. I give her the total needed for financial relief, and then she says she will give me a check, and that is exactly when in-town brother arrives "needing" to use the PC, and LCD display. Some kind of color/energy interaction and calibration it would seem, as this PC was only 8' away from where I finished up the prior financial discussions. Then he sits at this PC for at least 20 minutes, thereby squandering his opportunity to get my help to take away the large amount of weeding and gardening debris that has accumulated over the past week or so, all my weeding and landscape maintenance output, save that which is compostable.
I had to get to the Toyota dealer to get a wheel alignment after the new tires were installed two days ago, and was treated to large numbers of red gangstalking vehicles, sometimes 6 at a glance, and covering all four directions of travel, plus a few doing turns. Then they make me wait for no seeming reason at the Toyota dealership, busying themselves with their LCD displays, aka, color calibration games. And maybe to divert me from the the Fat Man who became my counter person. The appointment was for 1200h, just when they take a lunch break, the regular wheel alignment guy wasn't in for "some reason", and they would have to squeeze me in sometime in the afternoon. I was offered a postponement, and they can do it on Monday morning first thing, before I head off to a short term vineyard gig. And to top it off, they have a negro walk along the perimeter of the building I had just exited, doing some kind of negro-energy sweep immediately outside after my exit. I cannot count the times the perps arrange events to be repeated again, setting up these stunts to have me return; e.g., moldy yogurt last week, and a few others.
I phoned a potential employer this morning, having got an email from the college, and this was at the same winery where I had the strange interview for a tractor driver three weeks ago. (No mention of pay, or other compensation, and the tractor was locked so he couldn't test me out, and the interviewer talked most of the time, even subsequently after giving me airtime). It was a different person on the phone, and as they have a small crew, and their Mexican laborers haven't yet arrived, so they need some temporary help. I was promoting myself and the recent connection I had to this winery on the phone, and he was beating around the bush, not stating if he wanted me or not. Finally he said "when can you come", after I mentioned I was out of town at the moment, and that seemed to be his entree into hiring me. Still no mention of pay for crissakes, so the event of being hired is still under intense perp purview, as in adding FUD into the process. And as this is a short term job, it doesn't fulfill my need to get a longer term gig, so I can re-locate my residence near the job site, which I must do by the end of May. One step forward, and two back it would seem.
My return to weeding in the afternoon got me the black helicopter treatment, doing a few turns overhead; a Robinson 22 it would seem, one of my regular stalking helicopters in this region. The usual barrage of lawnmower noise followed, this time appropriate for the sunny weather, unlike yesterday when they put it on during the rain.
This landscaping at the FFF house for the past two weeks has had me often using a wheelbarrow. And a piss poor one at that, with the tire deflating and staying that way. I have been looking for a flat-free tire of the appropriate size, and I am close to ordering one. But I did find it most odd that the perps have arranged plenty of wheelbarrows for me to see en-route when out driving for the futile vehicle maintenance as mentioned above. Yet again, the perps are going extra berserk over tires, rubber and wheels. The tire ads have been cranked up for the limited TV I see. That and the W*t airlines ads, as I "happened" to take one of their flights Mar. 31, almost two weeks ago. What are the perps on about, in repeatedly showing me reminders of what I am involved in or recently traveled by? And if the world is governed by the perps as much as I am coming to think, why, they pulled a nice stunt, hitting a Victoria-bound W*t flight with a bolt of lightning, thankfully to no adverse affect besides scaring all passengers and crew momentarily witless. The Fourth Reich is run by juveniles, didn't you know?
A phone interruption by the bleating in-town brother and his tired lines about not having enough time to get the pile of weeds pulled etc. and me reminding him that he had me available today, except he was online, and wouldn't even give me his van keys so I could get his vehicle positioned for pulling the load of weeds into the van's cargo bay. Same prattle, and in keeping with the perp's insane obsession over the word "time" and all that it may suggest, or mean.
On that tiresome note, I will post this and call it done for the week, even if two more full days at the FFF house doing more landscaping maintenance work. (I also got extra noise attention when I fertilized some of the plants, and even the neighbors got chatty, he in a shock of white hair, with a white bandage across his forehead. And how many times have the perps put brown band-aids on their shills and operatives? I have lost track).
Interview games again; this time the prospective employer makes a near-impossible (to me, temporarily residing elsewhere) demand to interview me "tonight" or "tomorrow" when I am 400 miles away. Then when I reply that it could be the day after tomorrow, (to give me driving time to return), why, the prospective employer doesn't reply. This is at least the fifth such stunt, as I am going to call it, in the past two years, where they have an unerring knack for taking advantage when I am out of email contact or else cannot immediately respond because I needed to take the city bus. This time, I have a vehicle, and lo, if this bullshit doesn't erupt when I am out of town, but in email contact, and even with my USB drive with my resume at the ready.
The perps have rendered me flat broke yet again, and they still persist in screwing me around over getting a job. I got four years of farm work, I have three full-time months of viticulture training, so why is this so fucking difficult to get a vineyard job except by arranged adverse circumstances? Needless to say, the concept of employment, having it or not, and getting a job and the rest of it, is of intense perp interest. And recall last year's ridiculous group interview at a certain vineyard, and when hanging with the other prospective candidates afterward, I find I have the most farm work experience of all of them and I don't get hired.
And, the interview for the tractor operator I had two weeks ago, the first since 2000, I learn after the fact was even more bogus than I knew. My farm-worker "pal" told me they must mention the pay and the start date for it to be a serious consideration, and this was not mentioned. Add that on top of the owner's dismissal of an inexperienced candidate, and the interviewer arranging a locked tractor so I couldn't be tested on it, counts as another extremely perverse job hiring experience. Perhaps the perps are getting more nuanced about employment obstruction; from flat-out email obstruction so there is no interview, and now to constructive interview obstruction where it is a scripted, feigned and perverse (in hindsight, not being allowed to perceive such at the moment), jerk-around event.
I check my email, and the prospective employer (per above) says the job has been filled. In other words, the job was filled before the first suggested interview appointment time. (I asked for a day later). Never have I experienced so many unusual or bizarre behaviors around getting a job. From the past almost non-interview, just "when do you want to start" over the phone, (again, no mention of pay rate), to this bullshit when they filled the job before their suggested interview time. I have eliminated the jerk-around excuses by having a vehicle, and now the assholes are exploiting the fact that I don't have a cell phone for instant contact. That still doesn't cover the fact that the prospective employer didn't get back to me for 18 hours to confirm an interview time. He replied to my initial application in an hour though.
04-10-2012
Busy digging weeds, sowing grass seed, and transplanting; big neighborhood noise eruptions and even helicopters for the latter two activities. This at the First Feral Family (FFF) house, those perp abetting quisling family members who make no bones about where their loyalties lie.
My perp-abetting mother was doing her level best to criss-cross my path, or get in the way to where I wanted to go, arriving seconds ahead of me. Same deal in the kitchen these past 10 years, but now she is doing it in the backyard. Normally she takes off in the vehicle when I do landscape garden maintenance, but for some strange reason she was directed to dog me outside today.
04-11-2012
A persistent light rain, continuing on my way into downtown, while the vehicle was at the tire shop, and on the way back, and into the afternoon. And for me, a sign that the perps are putting extra resources to aid their human experimentation games. That they had me swimming on a fitness swim team for 13 years wasn't any fluke, and here they are, playing water games again.
New tires for my new-to-me vehicle, giving me 45 min. downtown. One stop was the bank, and getting my online credit card access resumed, and part of which involved this loopy phone conversation with an E. Indian; "Not logged out" means "logged in" to me, and when I asked what he meant, he comes up with a diversionary response, changing the topic altogether. Twice this occurred in the conversation at the bank counter, also revealing my personal information to all within earshot, (which included the brown overcoated vagrant act that tailed me inside). Afterward, the customer service person said "sorry for putting you through this ordeal". No private office with the cute babe this time, when they last screwed me out of having online credit card account access, and then again, by making me "forget" to use the 24hr password to reset it. Fucking bizarre.
I got a tank of gasoline for the vehicle on the way back, and only a moderate gangstalking posse around me, as it is the first time I have filled it up. Given the perp's obsessive use of petroleum tankers in the vehicular gangstalking milieu, and all other things of petroleum origin, I expected a full-on ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking, but it wasn't the case.
Then in-town brother arrives 10 seconds in the FFF house driveway after I do, in his silver grey truck with brown cardboard boxes in the box. Then he has be outside to look at the brown canvas tarps to the pile of weeds under them, that I want him to haul away. I call this "brown calibration".
In the afternoon, I was power washing the driveway, including where the vehicle sat with its new tires for a an hour or so, and then I parked on the grass boulevard to get it out of the way. All very exciting for the perps, shuffling vehicles around, and they do like to put a good power-washing show every so often.
Later, the vehicular gangstalking ramped up while I was under the front yard 8' wide pine hedge doing weeding, then helicopters too, and more aircraft noise from float-planes, and not more than a half dozen STRATCOM B-52's for a half day.
After that, four recycle garbage trucks lined up opposite the FFF house, end to end in front of a neighbor's house, some 100' away. They were buzzing around here all morning as it was pick-up day for the recycling, with one navy blue recycle truck doing five pass-bys for no seeming purpose after they first emptied the curbside bins. Later, a white recycle garbage truck of the same size with the assistant riding on the passenger side running board, the white garbage truck going at full-tilt in these suburban streets for no seeming purpose. Then in the four strong street-side line up, the first navy blue one departs, then the white one in position three, then the navy blue one in position two, and finally the last-most navy blue one. Who is the choreographer, and what is the purpose of this bizarre nonsense over arranging garbage trucks? (I have long pondered why garbage trucks are often used for vehicular gangstalking, which occur more than the redi-mix concrete trucks and petroleum tankers. Only the brown cardboard box packing parcel delivery trucks outnumber the garbage truck gangstalking).
04-12-2012
Leaf raking, tree pruning, some soil slinging, and some weeding today, all at the FFF house, and in plain view of my "new" vehicle, as it seems the perps like to have it sit there for days on end, unused, save going out for the above new tire set, and getting the front wheels aligned tomorrow.
The lawn cutters came today, adroitly timing their noise and activity when I was under the pine hedge in the front yard, getting the leaves out from under it, and cutting off branches that would trap the leaves, or else jab me in the back. And some weeding there too. The perps cannot get enough of me being under foliage, trees in particular. Regular readers will know that I worked in forestry for many years, and this too might of been perp managed to further their foliage/tree canopy fixation/human experimentation objectives. The perps also liked to have me take the red handled loppers with me as I went under the pine hedge, and then came out to re-enter between the next pair of pines to get the leaves out from under their boughs.
04-13-2012
A morning time attendance to administrative things, until in-town brother arrives to gawp at this very LCD display, seeming on a mission for the perps. I had just supplied my perp-abetting mother with the financial details of the next few months, as I am looking broke with a full year's income tax to pay by April 30. I give her the total needed for financial relief, and then she says she will give me a check, and that is exactly when in-town brother arrives "needing" to use the PC, and LCD display. Some kind of color/energy interaction and calibration it would seem, as this PC was only 8' away from where I finished up the prior financial discussions. Then he sits at this PC for at least 20 minutes, thereby squandering his opportunity to get my help to take away the large amount of weeding and gardening debris that has accumulated over the past week or so, all my weeding and landscape maintenance output, save that which is compostable.
I had to get to the Toyota dealer to get a wheel alignment after the new tires were installed two days ago, and was treated to large numbers of red gangstalking vehicles, sometimes 6 at a glance, and covering all four directions of travel, plus a few doing turns. Then they make me wait for no seeming reason at the Toyota dealership, busying themselves with their LCD displays, aka, color calibration games. And maybe to divert me from the the Fat Man who became my counter person. The appointment was for 1200h, just when they take a lunch break, the regular wheel alignment guy wasn't in for "some reason", and they would have to squeeze me in sometime in the afternoon. I was offered a postponement, and they can do it on Monday morning first thing, before I head off to a short term vineyard gig. And to top it off, they have a negro walk along the perimeter of the building I had just exited, doing some kind of negro-energy sweep immediately outside after my exit. I cannot count the times the perps arrange events to be repeated again, setting up these stunts to have me return; e.g., moldy yogurt last week, and a few others.
I phoned a potential employer this morning, having got an email from the college, and this was at the same winery where I had the strange interview for a tractor driver three weeks ago. (No mention of pay, or other compensation, and the tractor was locked so he couldn't test me out, and the interviewer talked most of the time, even subsequently after giving me airtime). It was a different person on the phone, and as they have a small crew, and their Mexican laborers haven't yet arrived, so they need some temporary help. I was promoting myself and the recent connection I had to this winery on the phone, and he was beating around the bush, not stating if he wanted me or not. Finally he said "when can you come", after I mentioned I was out of town at the moment, and that seemed to be his entree into hiring me. Still no mention of pay for crissakes, so the event of being hired is still under intense perp purview, as in adding FUD into the process. And as this is a short term job, it doesn't fulfill my need to get a longer term gig, so I can re-locate my residence near the job site, which I must do by the end of May. One step forward, and two back it would seem.
My return to weeding in the afternoon got me the black helicopter treatment, doing a few turns overhead; a Robinson 22 it would seem, one of my regular stalking helicopters in this region. The usual barrage of lawnmower noise followed, this time appropriate for the sunny weather, unlike yesterday when they put it on during the rain.
This landscaping at the FFF house for the past two weeks has had me often using a wheelbarrow. And a piss poor one at that, with the tire deflating and staying that way. I have been looking for a flat-free tire of the appropriate size, and I am close to ordering one. But I did find it most odd that the perps have arranged plenty of wheelbarrows for me to see en-route when out driving for the futile vehicle maintenance as mentioned above. Yet again, the perps are going extra berserk over tires, rubber and wheels. The tire ads have been cranked up for the limited TV I see. That and the W*t airlines ads, as I "happened" to take one of their flights Mar. 31, almost two weeks ago. What are the perps on about, in repeatedly showing me reminders of what I am involved in or recently traveled by? And if the world is governed by the perps as much as I am coming to think, why, they pulled a nice stunt, hitting a Victoria-bound W*t flight with a bolt of lightning, thankfully to no adverse affect besides scaring all passengers and crew momentarily witless. The Fourth Reich is run by juveniles, didn't you know?
A phone interruption by the bleating in-town brother and his tired lines about not having enough time to get the pile of weeds pulled etc. and me reminding him that he had me available today, except he was online, and wouldn't even give me his van keys so I could get his vehicle positioned for pulling the load of weeds into the van's cargo bay. Same prattle, and in keeping with the perp's insane obsession over the word "time" and all that it may suggest, or mean.
On that tiresome note, I will post this and call it done for the week, even if two more full days at the FFF house doing more landscaping maintenance work. (I also got extra noise attention when I fertilized some of the plants, and even the neighbors got chatty, he in a shock of white hair, with a white bandage across his forehead. And how many times have the perps put brown band-aids on their shills and operatives? I have lost track).
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Digging With the Noise Force
1910h
I spent the day digging a 6'x20' bed at my in-town brother's place today. It was covered in invasive periwinkle which needed to be removed to give any successor plants any hope to grow. As always, I attract extra noise attention when I pull and rive on plants, and any other kind of treatments such as pruning, planting, digging and of course, composting. I am sure this is all connected in some way, and for now, I will speculate that there are life force energies that must be in play, and they are screwing me over to better assay their interaction with me by remote means. I know that is a stretch, but can anyone else offer any plausible explanation as to why I am hounded over gardening activities.
And for a diversion, here is an interesting book I came across last night, "The four ethers: Contributions to Rudolf Steiner's science of the ethers" by Ernst Marti. I read there are warmth, chemical, light and life force ethers, which is where I got the above inspiration from. Which also brings in why the perps are so obsessed over colors, and especially presenting unpleasant ones or combinations to me.
My brother lives in suburbia, but that didn't make it noise free by any means; a near constant noise train of aircraft noise from helicopters, fixed wing float planes and all the way up to high altitude SAC aircraft. As if that weren't enough, I then get loud mufflered vehicle noise in the form of hot rods and badly maintained mufflers along with the odd Harley Davidson motorbike noise. Then I get to hear much of it when I get back to my apartment after a city bus freakshow, though muted. The bus has been travelling a route that is dug up with new sidewalks poured and only two lanes, both shifted one lane northward to allow room for the equipment to dig, compact, pour concrete and other road work activities. And have I mentioned how often the perps like me to be in the proximity of foundation digging, earth removal, rock blasting and the like? At least once per week, and all the better when there are dayglo plastic lane markers to pass by.
I got "duded" on the outbound bus; at least eight of them in front of me as I sat in the very last row of seats, four of them communicating in sign language, all to legitimize the waving of hands nearby. And at least ten vagrant acts at the bus stop, making me wonder what in the fuck is going on at 0940h downtown, before the stores open at 1000h (most of them), that attracts so many vagrant acts. Anyhow, it could of been payday for the welfare types, or could of been another orchestration focus, seeing that the shiftless dude show got so much attention on the bus. And only a month after the Winter Solstice at 0940h in the morning on a cloudy day, and what is with all the Fuckwits wearing sunglasses? Especially the fucker in a red jacket that tailed me into the convenience store and then onto the bus, and only became apparent when he got off and I see the asshole through the window.
And I suppose I was extra gangstalking bait as well, because I wore my mid-blue fleece vest for the first time, having it under my black jacket. The fleece vest is handy for working outside, and I had been using my in-town brother's black fleece vest with brown leather shoulder patches. Talk about a red rag to a bull. And they also go beserk the day after a nut shave in the bath last night, along with the extra noise while in progress. It seems like a long haul yet, and I don't even know the significance of all these seeming disparate obsessions they have, never mind the integrated picture. Not my problem, so why am I getting hounded everywhere, and why the extra adversity at every move?
Another managed coincidence when outbound this morning was meeting two members of my yoga class on the street. One was at the crosswalk that was highly swarmed (Blanshard and Yates for locals), and then after I got off, the Montreal born woman "happened" to be jogging by. Give me a break; how many coincidences do I need in a day?
2030h
Major bummer news from yesterday; no more Anna and Kate McGarrigle, just Anna now. One of my very favorite music groups going back over 25 years, and I have seen them twice. Not heavy metal or even rock music by many standards, but poetic and current day folk. So it won't cut it in the meavy metal or punk scene, but I have long defined my own bounds to the music I like, and they were central.
2200h
My Amazon.ca parcel arrived by unusual means tonight; the assistant manager came by to give it to me, first I had to answer a skill testing question as to what my last name was. He had an Asian woman sidekick with him for whatever reason, and maybe she was the brown skin reference to the brown cardboard envelope object as it passed from one Caucasian male's hand to another. It is all very odd how the perps have been so bent out of shape over the color brown for 7.5 years of this depraved abuse, and they would rather noisestalk me when filling my face with chocolate 3x/day rather than show up in person and cooperatively expedite this insane life rape. I am sure there is much more than just the color brown to their objectives, but it does cut across many categories/materials; skin tone, soil color, excrement color, wood color and a few others that are prevalent. They tell me even petroleum products too, as crude oil has a brown cast to it as well. Maybe it does, but I don't particularly give a shit, I want to be left alone instead of being mind invaded for someone else's fucking sick games.
A nap earlier tonight; a sudden demotivation and tiredness came on after I launched a test of my hard drive, estimated to run for 50 minutes exclusively on this PC. So while the blue lights of the PC, and the green and yellow lights of the router and modems were flickering, I was rendered snoozing some 6' away. I am sure there is some kind of energetic correlations they are seeking with the light sources and me, especially noted by the plethora of outdoor lights that are being left on all over downtown and even in suburbia. This is supposed to be an energy conscious city, and yet a parkade will leave its night time illumination on the entire day. Invariably there is testing where some are turned off in rotation with others, but it smacks of being yet another putz job by the sickos.
2225h
I am attempting to do some reading tonight and am getting roundly dithered; Conversion of Gravity Field Energy - Revolution in Technology, Medicine and Society (1985) by Hans Neiper and I am not allowed to read more than a few paragraphs before this foreign restlessness and jumpy vision behavior starts up. Maybe my readers will fare better if they are of the inclination to follow the history of scientific energy research, and how this coal and oil centric civilization has been defrauded by malevolent interests that would rather pollute the planet than allow the incredible benefits to develop from this knowledge that is constantly being hacked from public purview. Hard not to be a conspiracist when dealing with the imposed alternate reality of the sickos every minute.
This is done for the day, and off to bed for another day of putzing, though I do start my Oracle 11g DBA class tomorrow night.
I spent the day digging a 6'x20' bed at my in-town brother's place today. It was covered in invasive periwinkle which needed to be removed to give any successor plants any hope to grow. As always, I attract extra noise attention when I pull and rive on plants, and any other kind of treatments such as pruning, planting, digging and of course, composting. I am sure this is all connected in some way, and for now, I will speculate that there are life force energies that must be in play, and they are screwing me over to better assay their interaction with me by remote means. I know that is a stretch, but can anyone else offer any plausible explanation as to why I am hounded over gardening activities.
And for a diversion, here is an interesting book I came across last night, "The four ethers: Contributions to Rudolf Steiner's science of the ethers" by Ernst Marti. I read there are warmth, chemical, light and life force ethers, which is where I got the above inspiration from. Which also brings in why the perps are so obsessed over colors, and especially presenting unpleasant ones or combinations to me.
My brother lives in suburbia, but that didn't make it noise free by any means; a near constant noise train of aircraft noise from helicopters, fixed wing float planes and all the way up to high altitude SAC aircraft. As if that weren't enough, I then get loud mufflered vehicle noise in the form of hot rods and badly maintained mufflers along with the odd Harley Davidson motorbike noise. Then I get to hear much of it when I get back to my apartment after a city bus freakshow, though muted. The bus has been travelling a route that is dug up with new sidewalks poured and only two lanes, both shifted one lane northward to allow room for the equipment to dig, compact, pour concrete and other road work activities. And have I mentioned how often the perps like me to be in the proximity of foundation digging, earth removal, rock blasting and the like? At least once per week, and all the better when there are dayglo plastic lane markers to pass by.
I got "duded" on the outbound bus; at least eight of them in front of me as I sat in the very last row of seats, four of them communicating in sign language, all to legitimize the waving of hands nearby. And at least ten vagrant acts at the bus stop, making me wonder what in the fuck is going on at 0940h downtown, before the stores open at 1000h (most of them), that attracts so many vagrant acts. Anyhow, it could of been payday for the welfare types, or could of been another orchestration focus, seeing that the shiftless dude show got so much attention on the bus. And only a month after the Winter Solstice at 0940h in the morning on a cloudy day, and what is with all the Fuckwits wearing sunglasses? Especially the fucker in a red jacket that tailed me into the convenience store and then onto the bus, and only became apparent when he got off and I see the asshole through the window.
And I suppose I was extra gangstalking bait as well, because I wore my mid-blue fleece vest for the first time, having it under my black jacket. The fleece vest is handy for working outside, and I had been using my in-town brother's black fleece vest with brown leather shoulder patches. Talk about a red rag to a bull. And they also go beserk the day after a nut shave in the bath last night, along with the extra noise while in progress. It seems like a long haul yet, and I don't even know the significance of all these seeming disparate obsessions they have, never mind the integrated picture. Not my problem, so why am I getting hounded everywhere, and why the extra adversity at every move?
Another managed coincidence when outbound this morning was meeting two members of my yoga class on the street. One was at the crosswalk that was highly swarmed (Blanshard and Yates for locals), and then after I got off, the Montreal born woman "happened" to be jogging by. Give me a break; how many coincidences do I need in a day?
2030h
Major bummer news from yesterday; no more Anna and Kate McGarrigle, just Anna now. One of my very favorite music groups going back over 25 years, and I have seen them twice. Not heavy metal or even rock music by many standards, but poetic and current day folk. So it won't cut it in the meavy metal or punk scene, but I have long defined my own bounds to the music I like, and they were central.
2200h
My Amazon.ca parcel arrived by unusual means tonight; the assistant manager came by to give it to me, first I had to answer a skill testing question as to what my last name was. He had an Asian woman sidekick with him for whatever reason, and maybe she was the brown skin reference to the brown cardboard envelope object as it passed from one Caucasian male's hand to another. It is all very odd how the perps have been so bent out of shape over the color brown for 7.5 years of this depraved abuse, and they would rather noisestalk me when filling my face with chocolate 3x/day rather than show up in person and cooperatively expedite this insane life rape. I am sure there is much more than just the color brown to their objectives, but it does cut across many categories/materials; skin tone, soil color, excrement color, wood color and a few others that are prevalent. They tell me even petroleum products too, as crude oil has a brown cast to it as well. Maybe it does, but I don't particularly give a shit, I want to be left alone instead of being mind invaded for someone else's fucking sick games.
A nap earlier tonight; a sudden demotivation and tiredness came on after I launched a test of my hard drive, estimated to run for 50 minutes exclusively on this PC. So while the blue lights of the PC, and the green and yellow lights of the router and modems were flickering, I was rendered snoozing some 6' away. I am sure there is some kind of energetic correlations they are seeking with the light sources and me, especially noted by the plethora of outdoor lights that are being left on all over downtown and even in suburbia. This is supposed to be an energy conscious city, and yet a parkade will leave its night time illumination on the entire day. Invariably there is testing where some are turned off in rotation with others, but it smacks of being yet another putz job by the sickos.
2225h
I am attempting to do some reading tonight and am getting roundly dithered; Conversion of Gravity Field Energy - Revolution in Technology, Medicine and Society (1985) by Hans Neiper and I am not allowed to read more than a few paragraphs before this foreign restlessness and jumpy vision behavior starts up. Maybe my readers will fare better if they are of the inclination to follow the history of scientific energy research, and how this coal and oil centric civilization has been defrauded by malevolent interests that would rather pollute the planet than allow the incredible benefits to develop from this knowledge that is constantly being hacked from public purview. Hard not to be a conspiracist when dealing with the imposed alternate reality of the sickos every minute.
This is done for the day, and off to bed for another day of putzing, though I do start my Oracle 11g DBA class tomorrow night.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Doldrums Day Then Gardening Day + 01-17-2010 Update
Jan 15-2010
1945h
A shut-in day, where the deal is to go online and web surf, including launching into pointless searches that have already been done some months ago and not be allowed to recall that until most of the way through. An internet radio as an 5.25" bay insert on a PC was the latest product to look for, but wasn't to be found, just like last time. An Antec Multimedia Elite player comes with a remote control, and looks to be the same as a Soundgraph/iMON bay insert. Not quite an internet radio, though the assholes tell me that it could be converted to one in addition to its other features. Whatever. The number of things that are planted in mind and yet don't come to fruition probably number some 100 to 1. All manner of excuses "come to mind" (are planted), and not to mention the newer capabilities of not recalling at all. And even with having a list, somehow my vision just skips over the item I wanted to find.
Jan 16-2010
2025h
A resounding rage-ified breakfast time, as I was using the peanut butter from the fridge for the first time in some six weeks, returning to my long standing staple at breakfast for the past 7 years. Yesterday I opened the peanut butter jar as it had been stored in the cupboard with the coconut butter that ran out two days ago. (Coconut butter gets stored at room temperature as it is hard, and therefore there is no point in putting it in the fridge, unlike peanut butter). The six week run with coconut butter was nice, as it is sweet and has pleasant mouth feel and flavors. Now, back to peanut butter at breakfast, the affordable protein source that so interests the sickos, especially this morning. And when putting the deep red jam on top, why even more jerking around with the knife to piss me off all the more. As the perps just love to arrange the food in my mouth for their color games, getting back to the usual breakfast diet was interesting for them. For me; just leave me the fuck alone, I don't need to be anyone's slave or subject. Nor do I care for the extra noise whenever I take in a mouthful of peanut butter and jam on my gluten free bread. Go rape your own stooges and feed them every fucking permutation and combination of nut butters, jam and bread.
Another major Fuck up the perps tell me about is that they don't have any other subjects that lived in the same places and times that I did. That goes back to being born in Victoria in 1954, then visiting the UK in 1956, living in Montreal for a year, then back across Canada to Victoria for a year, then back to Montreal for a year, then back to Victoria on a permanent basis. And as one's bone mineralization changes according to the local water supply in their formative years, why, I have a unique combination (apparently) that no end of Montreal born individuals don't have (entirely), and nor that of Victoria born and raised individuals. Hence, getting Montreal born and raised gangstalkers (one woman at yoga for sure), and then those long term residents of this city, Victoria.
One of my former next door neighbors was born within five days of me in the same hospital in this city, and she was a hair stylist who ran her business from her house. She cut my hair for all the 8 years we lived at the house, so I suppose this must of been arranged as well. Anyhow, I have fond memories of the neighbor, and it was long before this harassment came to bear.
I was at my in-town brother's place today, a break in the weather encouraged me to get outside and continue the garden maintenance tasks that he seems to be so disinterested in. On with plum tree pruning today, and using the telescopic pruner to get at the high branches. And lo, if I didn't have some back luck such that it got hung up in the tree, and the telescopic feature came loose and it could not be pulled down. So, up the tree to get it down, and while up there, take on the pruning with secateurs, and getting it done a whole lot faster than a pole pruner. Given the sicko's interest in me when engaging in plant cutting and pruning, I am sure that being up in the tree and standing on the branches was doubly interesting. And it was at that point my brother took on pruning/removing large branches from his oversized pine tree that is pushing out the retaining walls that contain its root system. Call it "dual pruning", both brothers up in trees at the same time undertaking branch loping activities. I suppose this was all in the cause of whatever they are after by way of hounding my ass all the time. Concurrently, there was plenty of dog barking noise, hot rod noise, overhead aircraft noise, neighbor door closing noise, seagull noise and a few others that I missed at the time.
2345h
More web surfing of the Antec Veris Multimedia Station Elite/Premier home theater 5.25" bay insert devices. I even emailed the Soundgraph OEM people to see if they will also add an internet radio station feed. Why the perps have me send emails to busineses all to get some standardized blow-off response is beyond me, but it won't be the first time, as this "habit" goes back decades. Related to this, is having those whom I converse with do the same thing; I raise a legitimate concern/issue/arguement and I get blown off. I don't get it.
Enough for a posting as the sirens start up.
Jan. 17, 2010
1200h
An add-on update; another rousing rage-ification arranged before, during and after the breakfast time event, Day 2 of Eating Peanut Butter After a Six Week Hiatus of Coconut Butter Substitution. They started with a forced "forget" of turning on the burner after the filled kettle was put on, something I do everytime, 3x per day, and any other time I need to boil water, and somehow I "forgot". That was a piss-off enough, but they had to follow it with faked touches, crumb inundation, pulling the bread from my fingers while reaching in the plastic bag, flicking boiled water around and on the stove top, pissing with the knife to thwart me cleaning it off before putting it in the jam after it being used in the peanut butter (something they fuck with nearly every time), and extra noises to get me further annoyed.
Then more games in the bathroom; extra noise, bloody lesions from no ostensible cause while shaving (not nicks, but ovoid skin removals), faked touches, extra noise and extra water splattering mess.
And for a third round, they went and disrupted the internet connection, forced a pee in mid diagnosis, and then with a new window up, I get a phone call from my mother about today's plans around visiting the First Feral Family. Still no resolution with the router power being pulled temporarily to force a reset, and finally I give up and shut the PC down and have an early lunch.
And as you can tell, the internet connection is working again, just another of the myriad of "glitches" that continues to plague me on a orchestrated and coordinated basis.
As before, the significance of the phone calls seems to be that a live person talking on a EMF device (microphone and earpiece) next to one's head offers great remote mind control research opportunity for the the perps, as they also keep me in a densified magnetic field, measured at 1600 Gauss in 2009, as well as the constant swirling of masers and plasma beam flashes to remind me, should I "forget".
1945h
A shut-in day, where the deal is to go online and web surf, including launching into pointless searches that have already been done some months ago and not be allowed to recall that until most of the way through. An internet radio as an 5.25" bay insert on a PC was the latest product to look for, but wasn't to be found, just like last time. An Antec Multimedia Elite player comes with a remote control, and looks to be the same as a Soundgraph/iMON bay insert. Not quite an internet radio, though the assholes tell me that it could be converted to one in addition to its other features. Whatever. The number of things that are planted in mind and yet don't come to fruition probably number some 100 to 1. All manner of excuses "come to mind" (are planted), and not to mention the newer capabilities of not recalling at all. And even with having a list, somehow my vision just skips over the item I wanted to find.
Jan 16-2010
2025h
A resounding rage-ified breakfast time, as I was using the peanut butter from the fridge for the first time in some six weeks, returning to my long standing staple at breakfast for the past 7 years. Yesterday I opened the peanut butter jar as it had been stored in the cupboard with the coconut butter that ran out two days ago. (Coconut butter gets stored at room temperature as it is hard, and therefore there is no point in putting it in the fridge, unlike peanut butter). The six week run with coconut butter was nice, as it is sweet and has pleasant mouth feel and flavors. Now, back to peanut butter at breakfast, the affordable protein source that so interests the sickos, especially this morning. And when putting the deep red jam on top, why even more jerking around with the knife to piss me off all the more. As the perps just love to arrange the food in my mouth for their color games, getting back to the usual breakfast diet was interesting for them. For me; just leave me the fuck alone, I don't need to be anyone's slave or subject. Nor do I care for the extra noise whenever I take in a mouthful of peanut butter and jam on my gluten free bread. Go rape your own stooges and feed them every fucking permutation and combination of nut butters, jam and bread.
Another major Fuck up the perps tell me about is that they don't have any other subjects that lived in the same places and times that I did. That goes back to being born in Victoria in 1954, then visiting the UK in 1956, living in Montreal for a year, then back across Canada to Victoria for a year, then back to Montreal for a year, then back to Victoria on a permanent basis. And as one's bone mineralization changes according to the local water supply in their formative years, why, I have a unique combination (apparently) that no end of Montreal born individuals don't have (entirely), and nor that of Victoria born and raised individuals. Hence, getting Montreal born and raised gangstalkers (one woman at yoga for sure), and then those long term residents of this city, Victoria.
One of my former next door neighbors was born within five days of me in the same hospital in this city, and she was a hair stylist who ran her business from her house. She cut my hair for all the 8 years we lived at the house, so I suppose this must of been arranged as well. Anyhow, I have fond memories of the neighbor, and it was long before this harassment came to bear.
I was at my in-town brother's place today, a break in the weather encouraged me to get outside and continue the garden maintenance tasks that he seems to be so disinterested in. On with plum tree pruning today, and using the telescopic pruner to get at the high branches. And lo, if I didn't have some back luck such that it got hung up in the tree, and the telescopic feature came loose and it could not be pulled down. So, up the tree to get it down, and while up there, take on the pruning with secateurs, and getting it done a whole lot faster than a pole pruner. Given the sicko's interest in me when engaging in plant cutting and pruning, I am sure that being up in the tree and standing on the branches was doubly interesting. And it was at that point my brother took on pruning/removing large branches from his oversized pine tree that is pushing out the retaining walls that contain its root system. Call it "dual pruning", both brothers up in trees at the same time undertaking branch loping activities. I suppose this was all in the cause of whatever they are after by way of hounding my ass all the time. Concurrently, there was plenty of dog barking noise, hot rod noise, overhead aircraft noise, neighbor door closing noise, seagull noise and a few others that I missed at the time.
2345h
More web surfing of the Antec Veris Multimedia Station Elite/Premier home theater 5.25" bay insert devices. I even emailed the Soundgraph OEM people to see if they will also add an internet radio station feed. Why the perps have me send emails to busineses all to get some standardized blow-off response is beyond me, but it won't be the first time, as this "habit" goes back decades. Related to this, is having those whom I converse with do the same thing; I raise a legitimate concern/issue/arguement and I get blown off. I don't get it.
Enough for a posting as the sirens start up.
Jan. 17, 2010
1200h
An add-on update; another rousing rage-ification arranged before, during and after the breakfast time event, Day 2 of Eating Peanut Butter After a Six Week Hiatus of Coconut Butter Substitution. They started with a forced "forget" of turning on the burner after the filled kettle was put on, something I do everytime, 3x per day, and any other time I need to boil water, and somehow I "forgot". That was a piss-off enough, but they had to follow it with faked touches, crumb inundation, pulling the bread from my fingers while reaching in the plastic bag, flicking boiled water around and on the stove top, pissing with the knife to thwart me cleaning it off before putting it in the jam after it being used in the peanut butter (something they fuck with nearly every time), and extra noises to get me further annoyed.
Then more games in the bathroom; extra noise, bloody lesions from no ostensible cause while shaving (not nicks, but ovoid skin removals), faked touches, extra noise and extra water splattering mess.
And for a third round, they went and disrupted the internet connection, forced a pee in mid diagnosis, and then with a new window up, I get a phone call from my mother about today's plans around visiting the First Feral Family. Still no resolution with the router power being pulled temporarily to force a reset, and finally I give up and shut the PC down and have an early lunch.
And as you can tell, the internet connection is working again, just another of the myriad of "glitches" that continues to plague me on a orchestrated and coordinated basis.
As before, the significance of the phone calls seems to be that a live person talking on a EMF device (microphone and earpiece) next to one's head offers great remote mind control research opportunity for the the perps, as they also keep me in a densified magnetic field, measured at 1600 Gauss in 2009, as well as the constant swirling of masers and plasma beam flashes to remind me, should I "forget".
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Shut the Supermarket Down
2015h
The assholes have been prematurely souring the mik, and just the evening I wanted to get more goat milk, why a power transformer blew and the powerline dudes were on the job along with the huge cable drums nearby. This shut down the supermarket for the rest of the evening, and hopefully didn't cause any other damage with the hot weather and their need for cooling or freezing food. And it is hot, but as always, this is exploited to as the deemed "cause" of profuse sweating even at 0900h this morning. Same for the car dealership cleaning job; I was drenched in sweat and the big deal for the perps seemed to be about me moping my face with the paper towels. Not to mention having sweat beads doing laterals and flying off me to be on the surface I am about to clean.
Other prior excitement for the assholes was to have me begin the first stool samples, and all the fuckery that attended it. I will spare the details, but the big plan to drain the toilet in advance didn't work, as the testing calls for the sample to not be under water. Well too bad, as it didnt' work out that way, and I am sure that is exactly how the perps wanted it. Only two more crappings to go, and if this week is like any other, I only shit twice a week; on Mondays (yesterday) and either the day before or after (today). That is usually it for the week and I never feel backed up or constipated, and I suspect the perps scoop it out by some teleportation means as a number of septic service tankers "erupt" (drive by, turn the corner) in my proximity when I am outside in public.
Other fuckery was keeping me awake for 1.5 hours last night head flipping in bed. An obnoxious outside noise would erupt, I would plug my ears, and then be forced to turn on my opposite side immediately following. This test/harassment protocol was so consistent that it was beyond any happenchance, and occured at least 50 times before I was allowed to sleep. There was some disruptive dreams in the morning, but I wasn't allowed any specific recall.
2050h
Some pics for some diversion.
Today, 07-28-2009, 0900h, soaked through the shirt from the Pseudosweats. Yes, this is an E. facing apartment with direct sun but is just not that hot then. Later at 1000h, the streets were pleasantly cooler due to a breeze that "somehow" didn't enter this 6th floor apartment when there should of been greater breezes at that elevation. And I left the sliding glass door open some 2', and "somehow" the noise came in but not any cool air. I didn't shave yesterday, hence being prime gangstalker bait with over 3,000 gangstalking vehicles arranged while driving with my mother, and this is after breakfast but before I shower, shave and the rest of the regular bathroom routine.
More plasma/maser markings "arrive" on my jeans, but these do wash off in the laundry. If one is lucky, one can seen some light (plasma) beam or else some blackish beam (maser) come off these black markings the perps "need" to install on the victim's clothes. Presumably this gives a direct read on one's pocket contents at any given moment the fuckers decide.
The brown streaks "arrive" on the pillow cases after being laundered. A nice split section in the center and variable brightness of the streak.
And lo, if the same brown streaks don't arrive on my olive green shirt from from laundering to render it unwearable by my standards. It wasn't enough to suck the dye out in some places over a year ago and add a slight brown tinge to it, shown in past photos on this blog. No sir, one is NOT ALLOWED TWO SHIRTS THE SAME or SIMILAR COLOR, therefore this olive/sage green shirt had to go, with the top most picture above showing the permitted sage green shirt, soaked as it is.
Other action today was taking the car cleaning items I purchased from the car dealership yesterday to my mother's place. The yellow plastic bag was just so exciting for the perps, putting on extra yellow dressed gangstalkers and gangstalking vehicles. Just wait, as the wax, wheel cleaner and interior cleaner are all differing colors (white, purple, amber respectively), and once I clean the car I will become serious color bait for the perps based on past experiences. I had the usual gangstalking Fuckwit standing behind me while making the purchase, the open mouthed dude with the two tone black/grey ballcap and the red hair. (The latter being especially loathed as an Unfavored hair color). Today, at her behest, I tried out my mother's just acquired dandelion corer, yellow painted steel.
The outbound bus trip was relatively calm; only four Fuckwits "with me" at the bus stop, and only three boarded. Later on the bus trip, three Asians of differing ages were clustered together but seemed to be acting independently as they all took their own seats around me. Then after some 10 minutes, they all got off together, still putting on the independent act. Fucking bizarre.
The return inbound bus trip was a zoo. I got screwed out of taking the bus I wanted as it was two minutes early, and then the alternate one on the other side of the road was three minutes late, stretching my wait time in the shade of an adjacent tree from the expected 7 minutes to 12 minutes. The city bus freakshow started in earnest with a green headscarfed woman on board, and any kind of head adornments that hide one's head or face are decidedly Unfavored. Now, was she wearing a rather un-summer-like dark green headscarf because I was under a green tree while waiting, or was it because I had a fresh green zucchini in my back pack? Who knows, as there were plenty of green color gangstalking vehicles while enduring the extra wait in the sweltering heat.
More silliness on the city bus freakshow was a woman with a two-wide stroller with two children in them, one of whom pulled on a seat prematurely while the stroller was in motion and the mother totally spaced out (on purpose I suspect), and the child was dumped out onto the floor of the bus to great wails and grief. Yessir, we have done this one before where they even bring the wailing child closer to me for whatever reason. By missing the first bus, it was some six minutes ahead of the bus I was on once they reached the same arterial street, (Shelbourne for locals), but lo, if there wasn't 19 passengers waiting at the bus stop on one of the hottest days of the summer. Unbelievable for a mid weekday, but there they were. My seatmate put on the bonhomie act with the driver for one bus stop's distance, and then had me lined up to sit beside with his red pack and his red juice in a plastic pop bottle. Near the end of the journey he even ventured to drink some of the red juice that he was keeping on his lap, presumably to test the red "reading" with the juice in him to me versus the on-lap version. Then when attempting to get off, some Fuckwit who just boarded and sat down in front of me then got up so to be in my way when I was waiting in the aisle while the bus was held up at the traffic control. In other words, the Fuckwit expressly got up to stand in my way, when he had no normal need to do so. That he was on the step below me also served the perp cause, as they seem to like changing respective elevations of the Fuckwits to the victim, hence the bend over games and the partial seated lift up and then sit down stunts I get to see everywhere in public, but especially on buses. And at the bus stop I see they have also relocated the traffic control, porting the power from the the original lamp standard to a temporary one some 2' away. I believe I have covered this senseless piece of civic works, but it seems the perps wanted to have the electrical wires exposed and a 200lb chunk of steet as the temporary pole anchor. If I don't get my recall fucked I will show a picture of this nonsense in the next week or so as I work through the latest set.
I was on installation duty at my mother's place; many of the purchases for the garden were still on the dining room table so it was up to me to assemble them, install them, and even put on the training as to how easy it was to operate the new hose nozzle for instance. We shall see. The perps are still beating on their interest in water and its properties as it comes from hoses and pipes of varying colors and sizes metals and plastics, as well as through irrigation pipes and nozzle heads. This too seems to be a huge area of research interest for them, and they aren't quitting anytime soon, and seem to be sucking wind on figuring it out, whatever the fuck it his they are hounding me over.
I also did more plant pruning at my mother's place, and that brought on the neighbor's lawnmower noise, same as yesterday while there. The perps have got a total fixation anytime I do pruning, plant cutting, plant pulling, plant digging up or any kind of plant injurious activity. The noise level goes up, and that would include the ones they plant in my mouth so it is heard through my head and not my ears. The freaking motorcycle noises were increased as were commercial trucks that ordinarily don't transit the adjacent streets with such frequency. The perps also set up some rock games; one was a red and grey color that I picked out of the back of a garden bed as I was raking up the pruned branches, thinking it to be an off-round rubber ball at first. Then after I assembled the ceramic bird bath that was purchased yesterday, my mother mentioned I could put in a piece of slate in the bird bath. She virtually admitted that it "just arrived" having no idea how it recently ended up in one of her garden pots. It was Thomas Townsend Brown that worked on petrovoltaics (rock electromagnetics, or energetics), so I imagine this too is just so exciting for the perps, to lay a chunk of supplied rock in the water of the just-assembled ceramic dish bird bath, filled from the just-aquired hose nozzle. (For the honey bees to land on and a low ramp for them to drink the water). Needless to say, there isn't anything exciting in it for me, as I have been through these various events when being a houseowner for many decades. As always, the perps have their reasons, and it doesn't matter one whit if it has been done before, even decades ago.
2205h
Time to call this a wrap and get something to drink as the open kitchen window has been rendered incapable of delivering cool evening air. Just extra vehicle noise to be heard through the earmuffs.
The assholes have been prematurely souring the mik, and just the evening I wanted to get more goat milk, why a power transformer blew and the powerline dudes were on the job along with the huge cable drums nearby. This shut down the supermarket for the rest of the evening, and hopefully didn't cause any other damage with the hot weather and their need for cooling or freezing food. And it is hot, but as always, this is exploited to as the deemed "cause" of profuse sweating even at 0900h this morning. Same for the car dealership cleaning job; I was drenched in sweat and the big deal for the perps seemed to be about me moping my face with the paper towels. Not to mention having sweat beads doing laterals and flying off me to be on the surface I am about to clean.
Other prior excitement for the assholes was to have me begin the first stool samples, and all the fuckery that attended it. I will spare the details, but the big plan to drain the toilet in advance didn't work, as the testing calls for the sample to not be under water. Well too bad, as it didnt' work out that way, and I am sure that is exactly how the perps wanted it. Only two more crappings to go, and if this week is like any other, I only shit twice a week; on Mondays (yesterday) and either the day before or after (today). That is usually it for the week and I never feel backed up or constipated, and I suspect the perps scoop it out by some teleportation means as a number of septic service tankers "erupt" (drive by, turn the corner) in my proximity when I am outside in public.
Other fuckery was keeping me awake for 1.5 hours last night head flipping in bed. An obnoxious outside noise would erupt, I would plug my ears, and then be forced to turn on my opposite side immediately following. This test/harassment protocol was so consistent that it was beyond any happenchance, and occured at least 50 times before I was allowed to sleep. There was some disruptive dreams in the morning, but I wasn't allowed any specific recall.
2050h
Some pics for some diversion.
Today, 07-28-2009, 0900h, soaked through the shirt from the Pseudosweats. Yes, this is an E. facing apartment with direct sun but is just not that hot then. Later at 1000h, the streets were pleasantly cooler due to a breeze that "somehow" didn't enter this 6th floor apartment when there should of been greater breezes at that elevation. And I left the sliding glass door open some 2', and "somehow" the noise came in but not any cool air. I didn't shave yesterday, hence being prime gangstalker bait with over 3,000 gangstalking vehicles arranged while driving with my mother, and this is after breakfast but before I shower, shave and the rest of the regular bathroom routine.
More plasma/maser markings "arrive" on my jeans, but these do wash off in the laundry. If one is lucky, one can seen some light (plasma) beam or else some blackish beam (maser) come off these black markings the perps "need" to install on the victim's clothes. Presumably this gives a direct read on one's pocket contents at any given moment the fuckers decide.
The brown streaks "arrive" on the pillow cases after being laundered. A nice split section in the center and variable brightness of the streak.
And lo, if the same brown streaks don't arrive on my olive green shirt from from laundering to render it unwearable by my standards. It wasn't enough to suck the dye out in some places over a year ago and add a slight brown tinge to it, shown in past photos on this blog. No sir, one is NOT ALLOWED TWO SHIRTS THE SAME or SIMILAR COLOR, therefore this olive/sage green shirt had to go, with the top most picture above showing the permitted sage green shirt, soaked as it is.
Other action today was taking the car cleaning items I purchased from the car dealership yesterday to my mother's place. The yellow plastic bag was just so exciting for the perps, putting on extra yellow dressed gangstalkers and gangstalking vehicles. Just wait, as the wax, wheel cleaner and interior cleaner are all differing colors (white, purple, amber respectively), and once I clean the car I will become serious color bait for the perps based on past experiences. I had the usual gangstalking Fuckwit standing behind me while making the purchase, the open mouthed dude with the two tone black/grey ballcap and the red hair. (The latter being especially loathed as an Unfavored hair color). Today, at her behest, I tried out my mother's just acquired dandelion corer, yellow painted steel.
The outbound bus trip was relatively calm; only four Fuckwits "with me" at the bus stop, and only three boarded. Later on the bus trip, three Asians of differing ages were clustered together but seemed to be acting independently as they all took their own seats around me. Then after some 10 minutes, they all got off together, still putting on the independent act. Fucking bizarre.
The return inbound bus trip was a zoo. I got screwed out of taking the bus I wanted as it was two minutes early, and then the alternate one on the other side of the road was three minutes late, stretching my wait time in the shade of an adjacent tree from the expected 7 minutes to 12 minutes. The city bus freakshow started in earnest with a green headscarfed woman on board, and any kind of head adornments that hide one's head or face are decidedly Unfavored. Now, was she wearing a rather un-summer-like dark green headscarf because I was under a green tree while waiting, or was it because I had a fresh green zucchini in my back pack? Who knows, as there were plenty of green color gangstalking vehicles while enduring the extra wait in the sweltering heat.
More silliness on the city bus freakshow was a woman with a two-wide stroller with two children in them, one of whom pulled on a seat prematurely while the stroller was in motion and the mother totally spaced out (on purpose I suspect), and the child was dumped out onto the floor of the bus to great wails and grief. Yessir, we have done this one before where they even bring the wailing child closer to me for whatever reason. By missing the first bus, it was some six minutes ahead of the bus I was on once they reached the same arterial street, (Shelbourne for locals), but lo, if there wasn't 19 passengers waiting at the bus stop on one of the hottest days of the summer. Unbelievable for a mid weekday, but there they were. My seatmate put on the bonhomie act with the driver for one bus stop's distance, and then had me lined up to sit beside with his red pack and his red juice in a plastic pop bottle. Near the end of the journey he even ventured to drink some of the red juice that he was keeping on his lap, presumably to test the red "reading" with the juice in him to me versus the on-lap version. Then when attempting to get off, some Fuckwit who just boarded and sat down in front of me then got up so to be in my way when I was waiting in the aisle while the bus was held up at the traffic control. In other words, the Fuckwit expressly got up to stand in my way, when he had no normal need to do so. That he was on the step below me also served the perp cause, as they seem to like changing respective elevations of the Fuckwits to the victim, hence the bend over games and the partial seated lift up and then sit down stunts I get to see everywhere in public, but especially on buses. And at the bus stop I see they have also relocated the traffic control, porting the power from the the original lamp standard to a temporary one some 2' away. I believe I have covered this senseless piece of civic works, but it seems the perps wanted to have the electrical wires exposed and a 200lb chunk of steet as the temporary pole anchor. If I don't get my recall fucked I will show a picture of this nonsense in the next week or so as I work through the latest set.
I was on installation duty at my mother's place; many of the purchases for the garden were still on the dining room table so it was up to me to assemble them, install them, and even put on the training as to how easy it was to operate the new hose nozzle for instance. We shall see. The perps are still beating on their interest in water and its properties as it comes from hoses and pipes of varying colors and sizes metals and plastics, as well as through irrigation pipes and nozzle heads. This too seems to be a huge area of research interest for them, and they aren't quitting anytime soon, and seem to be sucking wind on figuring it out, whatever the fuck it his they are hounding me over.
I also did more plant pruning at my mother's place, and that brought on the neighbor's lawnmower noise, same as yesterday while there. The perps have got a total fixation anytime I do pruning, plant cutting, plant pulling, plant digging up or any kind of plant injurious activity. The noise level goes up, and that would include the ones they plant in my mouth so it is heard through my head and not my ears. The freaking motorcycle noises were increased as were commercial trucks that ordinarily don't transit the adjacent streets with such frequency. The perps also set up some rock games; one was a red and grey color that I picked out of the back of a garden bed as I was raking up the pruned branches, thinking it to be an off-round rubber ball at first. Then after I assembled the ceramic bird bath that was purchased yesterday, my mother mentioned I could put in a piece of slate in the bird bath. She virtually admitted that it "just arrived" having no idea how it recently ended up in one of her garden pots. It was Thomas Townsend Brown that worked on petrovoltaics (rock electromagnetics, or energetics), so I imagine this too is just so exciting for the perps, to lay a chunk of supplied rock in the water of the just-assembled ceramic dish bird bath, filled from the just-aquired hose nozzle. (For the honey bees to land on and a low ramp for them to drink the water). Needless to say, there isn't anything exciting in it for me, as I have been through these various events when being a houseowner for many decades. As always, the perps have their reasons, and it doesn't matter one whit if it has been done before, even decades ago.
2205h
Time to call this a wrap and get something to drink as the open kitchen window has been rendered incapable of delivering cool evening air. Just extra vehicle noise to be heard through the earmuffs.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Continuing Monday's Theme
1025h
If Mondays are all about added noise and rage-ifying me for much of the day, I could always expect a reprieve the next day. Not true any more; the assholes kept jabbing me with unseen force fields, creating extraneous noise of no apparent cause, flicking water around, skunking me from doing the laundry from last night's toilet overflow at 0745h, and a few other fuckarounds to keep me intensely pissed off.
Now that relative calm has been permitted while online, the tapping and drilling noise has started up, just like yesterday's. And all for no seeming cause, except to play noise games. That the tapping noise got slowly fainter and fainter wasn't too surprising, as they like to pull these long noise decay games all the time, the outside traffic noise, artificially created, is another example. For now, it is a continued Monday abuse day. The only major difference is that I will be doing more gardening work for my brother later, given the good weather of late. Other hijinx are also unfolding; the three weeks of impaired hot water supply are to be "fixed" today and tomorrow, with an expected overnight shutdown of the hotwater. As the water supply in all my past five residence locations has been jerked with, this is no surprise, but it does take the cake as the most intrusive yet.
2050h
A throught-the-earmuffs overhead rumbling arrived while I was looking at interior design, and casting an opinion on it. Anytime I make decisons or judgements, the perp noisestalking starts up, if it hasn't already preceded the event.
The hot water system is down in this apartment block; the posted notice suggested that it might be unavailible overnight, before the final "fix" tomorrow, and lo, if it didn't "happen". Onto other things.
I did some pruning at my in-town-brother's place today, and it was the usual walk around the garden introduction, a requirement it seems, to have me tour outside and all the way round his house before going in. And it was also interesting the timing of certain events there. Not only did I have my mandatory noise program while pruning, chain saws, motorcycles, hot rods, helicopters, and like noise sources, but also an interesting adjunct. My brother had trapped a squirrel in his trap, and then while I wasn't looking, drowned it while I was pruning his forsythia bush. Interesting that the perps had two simultaneous activities related to life, and some measure of inflicting some kind of duress upon it (pruning branches, dispatching a squirrel), and that this was going on simultaneously, and proximately, within 12' of each other. There must be a common thread in these two events, and the perps have had each of us do the similar previous activities, though independently. Today, it was a joint plant-animal duress moment. I wonder what the sickos get from that, given the rousing noise and rage-ification fuckery that went on before my brother called and picked me up.
I had the usual city bus freakshow when returning from my brother's place; some seven Fuckwits in place at the shelter, and then one tailing and standing behind me until I went and stood further away from the bus stop. I have no idea why so many weirds are on the bus each time, heading into downtown at 1540h. It just doesn't add up. And today's bus gangstalker action was "dude encroachment"; planting dudes all around me, seven in all, one by one, filling in from the three women, one being particularly large, over 240 lb. As each dude came by and sat down, they each took a piece of availible view, attempting to limit my view down the spread legged fat woman opposite. And a few hold ups waiting for the wheelchair cases to be secured as well to make the trip last longer. And the usual parade of Fuckwits in the way of the rear exit doors of the bus when it was time to depart, and lo, if they didn't plant a negro woman in a bright green outfit for all of us to file by. Fucking insane, the perps and their preoccuplation with planting all these fucking gangstalking assholes in my face, no matter their race or gender.
The glass bottle bashing is going on as I am blogging here; I don't know quite why this would be happening as the garbage chutes are shut down, and it all goes downstairs to the bins on the ground floor. Or at least, nominally, as the dumpsters are locked up and the done thing is to leave the garbage at the doors.
I did the car dealership cleaning job tonight, and the new strategy seems to be having staff member's kids run around in the Service bay, and tonight, one little fucker was tailing me for absolutely no fucking reason but to piss me off. Parents who put their kids into these mindfuck victim abuse games should also be given a couple years of this fucking treatment as penance for being so fucking sick as to involve their children in this ongoing abuse and harassment. And the perps make sure I get truly pissed at this facet of the fuckover scene.
2300h
Listening to an Walter Bowart interview in audio for the past hour or so. A very interesting person, he being the author of "The Mind Controllers", which involved much research into government research, and that this was only the tip of the iceberg. If you have the time, it is worth a listen.
No hot water tomorrow morning at least, so I will have to make the best of it and ponder what perp associations it will bring. The perps have an obsession about soap, water and their respective interactions, and it would seem that jerking with the water supply in my past five residence locations all points in the same direction.
If Mondays are all about added noise and rage-ifying me for much of the day, I could always expect a reprieve the next day. Not true any more; the assholes kept jabbing me with unseen force fields, creating extraneous noise of no apparent cause, flicking water around, skunking me from doing the laundry from last night's toilet overflow at 0745h, and a few other fuckarounds to keep me intensely pissed off.
Now that relative calm has been permitted while online, the tapping and drilling noise has started up, just like yesterday's. And all for no seeming cause, except to play noise games. That the tapping noise got slowly fainter and fainter wasn't too surprising, as they like to pull these long noise decay games all the time, the outside traffic noise, artificially created, is another example. For now, it is a continued Monday abuse day. The only major difference is that I will be doing more gardening work for my brother later, given the good weather of late. Other hijinx are also unfolding; the three weeks of impaired hot water supply are to be "fixed" today and tomorrow, with an expected overnight shutdown of the hotwater. As the water supply in all my past five residence locations has been jerked with, this is no surprise, but it does take the cake as the most intrusive yet.
2050h
A throught-the-earmuffs overhead rumbling arrived while I was looking at interior design, and casting an opinion on it. Anytime I make decisons or judgements, the perp noisestalking starts up, if it hasn't already preceded the event.
The hot water system is down in this apartment block; the posted notice suggested that it might be unavailible overnight, before the final "fix" tomorrow, and lo, if it didn't "happen". Onto other things.
I did some pruning at my in-town-brother's place today, and it was the usual walk around the garden introduction, a requirement it seems, to have me tour outside and all the way round his house before going in. And it was also interesting the timing of certain events there. Not only did I have my mandatory noise program while pruning, chain saws, motorcycles, hot rods, helicopters, and like noise sources, but also an interesting adjunct. My brother had trapped a squirrel in his trap, and then while I wasn't looking, drowned it while I was pruning his forsythia bush. Interesting that the perps had two simultaneous activities related to life, and some measure of inflicting some kind of duress upon it (pruning branches, dispatching a squirrel), and that this was going on simultaneously, and proximately, within 12' of each other. There must be a common thread in these two events, and the perps have had each of us do the similar previous activities, though independently. Today, it was a joint plant-animal duress moment. I wonder what the sickos get from that, given the rousing noise and rage-ification fuckery that went on before my brother called and picked me up.
I had the usual city bus freakshow when returning from my brother's place; some seven Fuckwits in place at the shelter, and then one tailing and standing behind me until I went and stood further away from the bus stop. I have no idea why so many weirds are on the bus each time, heading into downtown at 1540h. It just doesn't add up. And today's bus gangstalker action was "dude encroachment"; planting dudes all around me, seven in all, one by one, filling in from the three women, one being particularly large, over 240 lb. As each dude came by and sat down, they each took a piece of availible view, attempting to limit my view down the spread legged fat woman opposite. And a few hold ups waiting for the wheelchair cases to be secured as well to make the trip last longer. And the usual parade of Fuckwits in the way of the rear exit doors of the bus when it was time to depart, and lo, if they didn't plant a negro woman in a bright green outfit for all of us to file by. Fucking insane, the perps and their preoccuplation with planting all these fucking gangstalking assholes in my face, no matter their race or gender.
The glass bottle bashing is going on as I am blogging here; I don't know quite why this would be happening as the garbage chutes are shut down, and it all goes downstairs to the bins on the ground floor. Or at least, nominally, as the dumpsters are locked up and the done thing is to leave the garbage at the doors.
I did the car dealership cleaning job tonight, and the new strategy seems to be having staff member's kids run around in the Service bay, and tonight, one little fucker was tailing me for absolutely no fucking reason but to piss me off. Parents who put their kids into these mindfuck victim abuse games should also be given a couple years of this fucking treatment as penance for being so fucking sick as to involve their children in this ongoing abuse and harassment. And the perps make sure I get truly pissed at this facet of the fuckover scene.
2300h
Listening to an Walter Bowart interview in audio for the past hour or so. A very interesting person, he being the author of "The Mind Controllers", which involved much research into government research, and that this was only the tip of the iceberg. If you have the time, it is worth a listen.
No hot water tomorrow morning at least, so I will have to make the best of it and ponder what perp associations it will bring. The perps have an obsession about soap, water and their respective interactions, and it would seem that jerking with the water supply in my past five residence locations all points in the same direction.
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