10-15-2019
This PC, which seems to be the only one that can access this blog for whatever reason, is back to operational. I appears the BSOD problem was due to Windows updating and imposing its drivers over top of the drivers that were working just fine. Just to think that dear old MS's remedy for like malfunctions is to update the drivers from their website. That is, replicate (and re-impose) the problem-causing issue. Well done boys and girls. It just makes me want to go to Linux all the more rather than be cast deeper into a Kafka-esque circular techno-perversity that has no reason to exist in the first place.
Well I suppose my keepers just might of had this all planned some 17 years ago. Back then, when they first went berserk/overt and continually hacked my home PC, I attempted to go to Linux in an attempt to avoid their intrusions which were so boldly frequent and invasive then. I forget why I gave up Linux then, but they were certainly hacking me and taking it down whenever they wanted. Since then, I came to realize there was hardly a breath I took, or a notion I had, that wasn't orchestrated in advance, so doubtless that short (6 months) Linux episode served some ulterior purpose.
As did other feints and fuckery of the day. Back in 2003, when just out from illegal incarceration, my pal from my teens and 20's "happened" to drop by, all the way from Hamilton ON to Victoria, BC (4,000 miles apart) where we grew up and hung out. That he had no particular reason to be there, as his parents were both deceased, (and had moved to Parksville BC anyhow), seemed to get a blow-off excuse. Anyhow, we chatted at my parent's place for an hour or so, and it was perfectly obvious that he didn't want to talk about recent events, like, the total (berserk/overt) life invasion, the perps and what their agenda might of be, criminal police involvement etc., all extremely topical to me and very much at issue. I had previously assumed, or more like, was planted with the notion, that the harassment onset of 04-2002 was the beginning of this, and that anyone I knew from long beforehand would be trustworthy, as in not involved. Not that I requested him to act on my behalf or anything, but I assumed he had nothing to do with this rain (or reign, as it became, now 17 years into this), of intense and highly coordinated abuse. About six months later other clues became plainly evident that I was in their sights long ago, likely from birth.
So during this above naive phase of understanding the scope of my harassment, as a TI "only" a year or so, (more than a minute is fucking hell on earth IMHO), why, my good pal (per above) just "happens" to drop in from 4,000 miles away to chat. Of course, when I later realized that I had been kept as a TI from the get-go, naturally my pal had to been involved. Then, when recalling many past interactions with him, it all made sense. All those quirky or smirky looks, the inside humor that he wouldn't explain, the peculiar and terse answers I often got as to why did someone do something incomprehensible etc., blowing me off about things I plainly saw etc. As with any traitors, I don't want to see the SOB again. He just "happened" to slip into that window of time from mid-2003 to late 2003 when I was still unaware that I was being kept as a lifelong TI. And too, he didn't want to know about any of the current abuses and insane fuckery that was so relevant to me, another tip-off of prior arrangement.
Anyhow, I have no idea why the Psychopaths like to have me swap PC's every so often; obviously there a myriad differences between the internet residence connections outside and the sights and sounds of interacting with the device. Differing wire colors, motherboard layout, and even a different monitor and keyboard. "Somehow" I forgot to get this (much preferred) particular monitor with an HDMI connection, and hence this bifurcated situation where this PC and the back up PC each have their own monitor. And separate mouse too, having prior problems with a KVM set up, where the same keyboard, video and mouse can be readily swapped with a keyboard stroke to a different PC. All a big deal for the Psychopaths, including the color of wiring and circuit board etc,, but I just couldn't care less. Just leave me the fuck alone.
Speaking of which, it is a four day long weekend for me, as the Boss Man texted last night, and indicated that he would not be coming into work today as he is taking the Mexicans, my laboring co-worker couple, on a tour of the Kootenays. Lovely country, and I did live there for three years, and as it "happened" they covered the very town I lived in and my many other routes. More of that geographic coverage of my former regions and routes by family and colleagues.
I had the option to work today if he could get someone to open up his business, but elected not to. And it served to tell me that I am still physically trashed and recovering from the heavy lifting and laboring work of the last three weeks in the course of digging holes next to the foundations, lifting steel plates, carrying 100lb bags of cement, etc. So... it tells me all the more that if it takes four days or more to recover from six days of this laboring job, that the usual one day off per week isn't going to cut it. And too, that I should inform the Boss Man that he had better find a replacement. We shall see how that goes tomorrow, though I would not be surprised that he knew this was coming.
And what is with these new variations of maser displays of late? I have long mentioned the black floating dots, often in pairs or triplets, and the filamentous drifting versions that can arrive suddenly upon seeing something unusual, or trace the very location on a page I am reading, and other specific situations. The latest variant is three or more undulating filamentous lines scrunched together, a filamentous parallel cluster if you will, which have more perturbing and edge detection impairing capability. A few days ago, I had my feet up on my work surface edge while watching something on this here monitor, and lifted my feet off for a bit, given that I am often imposed with momentary discomfort. And lo, if at least four to six sets of these filamentous maser clusters didn't suddenly arrive and sit over the very location where my feet had been for at least five or ten seconds, drifting right and left in unison by an inch or so, all of the same pattern. Like, as if, we need to get a magnetic reading on where your feet were ASAP, especially since they weren't on the ground, but on an elevated surface (an edge in fact). I don't give a shit; just leave me alone; I am not anyone's magnetically kept subject that I want any part of. Regular readers will recall that the last most reliable magnetic readings I got in my immediate proximity were around 1700Gauss, some 3400x normal background level. Go figure.
10-16-2019
I told the Boss Man I couldn't continue to work beyond the week as the job was too physically demanding. He seemed to know it was coming, and concurred it was a tough job to do. I was set to work in the yard as the only employee today to cut 3" steel pipe into 16" pieces. The pipe sections were 6' or 8' and I lugged them onto the chop saw and cut them up. My back was not happy about it. As I was 40' from a busy two lane thoroughfare, the traffic noise was on high, and they even put on the infernal and much loathed HD motorcycle noise. Another trademark noise of theirs is the ill-maintained mufflered vehicle, replete with a manual transmission to keep the noise more ridiculous. Also, the "performance" mufflers, aka hot-rod like sound; plenty of them too.
A whole day of cutting metal pipe and sending sparks flying from the chop saw. The wind happened to come on, and so there was all manner of spark cloud variations. Another piece of fuckery that is more prevalent on this job is the intrusions to force me to take my safety wear off momentarily, or else the forced "forgets" over using it, e.g., visor on my hard hat. And lo, just when I pull the visor down, why, a sudden burst of muffler noise from the street heard through my ear muffs. The perps just love to add variations of what I am looking through; plastic visor material in this case, but other times, variants of glass or translucent plastic etc. And perturbing me with putting gloves on and off, and forcing far too many such events. Another variant on changing up my safety gear is for someone to start talking to me when I have my ear muffs on.
The Mexican couple weren't working today, but did come by to chat briefly, and of course, causing me to remove my safety gear to talk to them.
Never, ever, am I allowed to do a heads-down (and stay down until done) task with the Psychopaths on my ass. They constantly arrange disruptions, and in this case, breaker kick-outs as well. Even getting started was a two hour event; sure I had to set this up to get consistent cuts and making the repetitive process easier to perform, and there was an alternate chop saw I tried to fix, per Boss Man's direction, but I never got it going. And a total mind fuck about attempting to put a new 14" metal cutting chop saw blade on as well. Anyhow, I got it all done, with the Boss Man arriving while I was on my second to last pipe, and then he tells me when I am about to make the last cut, I should make it the last pipe as he wanted one full length to remain. Funny how the stalking show erupts when I am about to complete a task.
Below: an add-on from the prior week, when this PC was down, in place of not having access to TI World on the Lenovo back up PC
10-08-2019
The PC is down again, and I managed to take it to the repair shop today, as it was a rare in-town work day. Because air compressors are in high demand due to irrigation system blow-outs (removing water from farm and residential properties alike), the labor job takes place tomorrow on site, an hour's drive away. Today I was cutting 3" steel pipe. I got set up with two pallets to support the pipe and set it up on the chop saw. No mean feat, as the sections were either 5' or 6' (heavy). The chop saw worked fine until it crapped out due to a prior cord burn. [Brushes as it later turned out]. Funny how these "issues" (that were there for the past two weeks) suddenly erupt into a problem when I am into a production run. The Psychopaths just love to mess with production runs when I am there. Longtime readers will recall the almost unrelenting string of "happen chance" disruptions when working on a wine bottling line. The sequence is entirely predictable; a series of stop-start problems at the beginning, sometimes for a few hours, and just when production is getting into a respectable groove (as am I), why, a disruption erupts. All to repeat itself with another wine, or bottle, label, closure change, until day 2 or 3.
More pipe-cutting production crap out problems occurred when I found the replacement chop saw didn't have a hold down washer and bolt. A second one did, but was less powerful and invoked many circuit braker kick outs. That was largely due to the cut-off blade wasn't the same as what I was using, though same-rated and from the same manufacturer. As I was only 40' from a two lane thoroughfare I am quite sure a major vehicular gangstgalking was on as well, though I was mostly heads down attempting to deal with the onslaught of operation disrupting aforementioned fuckery. "No productive or efficient operation goes unsabotaged" is a Psychopath credo in my experience.
And what was with the heavy gangstalking tonight when out visiting larger stores such as LD and SOF? A swarm of four to precede me at the checkout, one of whom lingered over the self-checkout I intended to use, (and did use, as it was the only one available), and two actually checked out groceries while the other two lingered nearby. One of the Fuckwits had to come in close to me to talk to his pal in mid-checkout, all in keeping with financial transaction stalking, their stock (or stalk if you prefer) in trade. And tailing me all over the store, doing the suddenly-arrive-behind-me game (no "excuse me" in this town). Another one arrived at the jerky section as I was there, just to obstruct me and piss me off and drive me elsewhere. Two vehicles at different angles with headlights upon exit at both stores; you would think I was royalty or something. The bum-stalk outside LD, still there on my exit. And wearing red pants to make it obvious; I loathe red pants on males for some reason.
10-09-2019
A brutal day on mud-jacking today at the job. The "mud", actually a grout that slowly solidifies, comes out of a hose with a fitting on it and the connection is pointed inside a drilled hole in the concrete pad. As it happens, these subterranean voids are connected and will bleed grout out of holes and into places we don't want. Such as the garden bed next to the driveway, the 5' dug hole where the pilings are pushed below the foundations etc. And it is our job to pound in the rolled up empty concrete paper bags into these grout leaks in an attempt to seal them. Well, it isn't quite so simple as this is soil, and when a liquid substance is under pressure, it will leak out somewhere if the voids are filled. In other words, there were plenty of leaks, with me pounding away at awkward angles to get the leaks plugged. As part of this strategy, the Boss Man moves from hole to hole, so the job at one location isn't quite done before he wants it done at another. And in these circumstances he is at his worst denigrating self, so plenty of ill-aimed insults to absorb as well. And then a major clean up afterward so the grout doesn't sit in the hose or pump any longer than necessary. I was glad it was over.
As it "happened", the Boss Man has a Cheech and Chong obsession, and they were in town tonight. He gave us each front row tickets, worth $125 no less. We cleaned up as fast as we could, traveled an hour back, and then had about an hour to get ready for the show. Not my kind of fare, but worth a visit, and so I went. It was well done, up to date, funny and not too raunchy. The Boss Man was such a fan of C&C that he paid an extra $125 to see them after the show for the meet-and-greet and autographs, some of it going to charity. He even scooped the C&C staff, and recited some of their skits from their first album he said. Only C&C themselves knew that his recitations were from their first album. Funny the things one learns about one's boss after hours.
10-14-2019
Thanksgiving in these here parts. Always a weird-assed premise of a holiday for this TI anyhow. What am I to be thankful for as a nonconsensual human subject subjected to relentless imposed adversity and infuriation? Furthermore, the entire bounds of normalcy have shifted for all time; e.g. is everyone cruising near me a gangstalking Fuckwit, why have "coincidences" increased by an order of magnitude, why are so many normal people behaving strangely, and how is it that everyone knows I am a TI in advance of seeing me (i.e. is everything orchestrated)? Just a few starter questions, and I could make this a very long list. As I see it, I have nothing to be thankful for while being kept alive under the insane and abusive thumb by the Psychopathic Confederacy in search of what seems to be the Universal Wave Function (more below).
I saw the Disney/Pixar film titled "Coco" a few nights ago, which was recommended by my Mexican co-worker. The story was set in Mexico on the eve of Dias de los Muertos, where families visit the grave sites of the buried. The theme of the film is a young boy manages to transition from the living to the dead world, and ultimately, back again and doing good in the process. What I found was interesting was that there was this world of the dead in the story, which of course mirrors many beliefs from other cultures. Also portrayed in the film, is the concept that if a member of the dead is forgotten by the last remaining living person (who has memories of them), then they will disappear from the land of the dead. I thought about this, also with the knowledge of Hugh Everett's Many Worlds Interpretation of quantum mechanics, as well as the Psychopathic assholes and their abusive research agenda. And too, human nature, (doubtless managed too) in that we typically do have events to remember the dead, be they national holidays, Rememberance and Armistice memorials, and the huge realm of named objects (streets, stamps, currency etc.) statues and other cultural markers. I don't exactly know how all this fits together, but if humans are nonconsensual human subjects, and placed here on Earth for that very purpose, then studying the living and the dead just might be another facet of the Psychopath's research agenda. I know from personal experience that the Psychopaths engage in no end of memory fucking games, aka "forced forgets", and they also like to plant memories (persons most often) in mind that are entirely irrelevant to the context, and so it just may be that they are also exploring the material world (the tangible present) and the "soul world" (the dead) energetic associations. All to possibly elicit and identify the Universal Wave Function, as espoused by Hugh Everett, who stated that it is unlikely that we could not determine it on this single planet. Anyhow, just a few associated thoughts on this topic, as I am sure it will direct some of my reading in the next year or so.
From low brow Cheech & Chong to mid-brow show by Jill Barber at the Dream Cafe, Oct 11, two nights later. A magnificent show and one to remember for a long time. She was personal, personable and was in excellent voice. A request tour apparently, where requests are submitted in advance, but as she indicated, somehow there was a "glitch" for this show and no advance requests were received. The "somehow glitch" thing again. I didn't get the focused stare from the performer like so many other shows, but she did a song in serenade style, and walked to most of the tables while singing one song. And so, while sitting at the table at the back wall near the stairs, why, she walked down the aisle singing and did arrive 2' away from me (as she did for many others), and we did make direct eye contact. Long time readers will know that that nearly every show has at least one of these direct stare moments from the stage performer, from the stage, but in this case she came directly to my table making direct eye contact, and in the context of her serenade, many others experienced too. At least I did not receive the attention of the microphone pointed at me to finish the last sung word of her song as did one other patron. All in good fun. Even more funny was that she signed autographs while singing, holding the microphone in her armpit. Even more arresting was her negligee-like outfit for the second set, perhaps enough to make Miley Cyrus blush.
Enough of the snippets from now and before, and I shall attempt to get this posted before another sudden crash.
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Monday, October 21, 2019
Sunday, December 09, 2018
Sticky Negro at Work
12-03-2018
A negro wall covering tradesman was hounding my ass at work yesterday, a Monday, the usual day for escalated perp fuckery. Said fellow was working on wall coverings, and on one room I was working on, both his appearances seemed totally gratuitous. Hanging around, admiring my work cart for crissakes, and then fumbling around and handling one of my tools. For his second act, timed perfectly just when I started applying PL glue, and after his dissembling banter, he then declared he wanted to use the door to outside which was blocked by a tradesman's ladder. How fucking lame was that, when no one uses that door anyhow?
In the afternoon we met up again in another room where the same negro was putting on wall covering ahead of me so that I could then put on the chair railings afterward. A skunky looking Asian joined him as well, who took it upon himself to borrow my tin snips for crissakes. The three of us nattered on and off, each doing our respective jobs and got along fine. I find it interesting that the perps put on negro stalkers from time to time, all the more evident in that they are as rare as hen's teeth in these here parts. But I suppose some are going to show up somewhere, especially in a trades situation where many trades are converging, often with personnel from across Canada.
12-04-2018
A visit to the oncologist in Kelowna today, and the news is mixed. My PSA score went up a little, deviating from the expected trajectory of it going down some more, below 1.0. My summertime PSA was 1.2, and it went up to 1.4 last week. So... more doubt, (aka big time FUD) as another test is scheduled in three months, and depending on the result, a possible further test with a radioactive tracer in Vancouver. The perps just love that shit; having radioactive tracers clinically injected and then a following scan. Two bone scans in 2016-17 needed technetium, and the SPECT scans of 2001 before the assholes went berserk/overt in 04-2002. And a seemingly needless MRI in 2000. Woohoo... another dimension to perp fuckery is radioactive tracer infusion with a following scan. As if being irradiated daily by a conformal beam gamma ray beam for 6 weeks last year wasn't enough.
And it was too much; based on my yoga competency I finally feel I am pulling out of the hole the radiotherapy treatment put me into. With a big assist from my ADD Rx, started 07-2018. Though I still have infuriating side effects that I won't go into, and today's visit to the oncologist didn't provide any optimism. Another year possibly he says.
A tattoo-free new yoga instructor yesterday. (So it would seem that the prior instructor's tattoos were too disgusting for the perps to gain whatever intelligence they were looking for while I avoided this grotesque Unfavored visage). I have encountered this instructor before, and she is decidedly worth looking at. (And she "happened" to be at the SOF supermarket for two of my visits in the prior four weeks). From 15 yogis per class regularly and now it is suddenly down to 6 of us. I cannot see that she would deter attendance, as it was a good work out. And as it "happened" the only yogi who says hello to me was in the foyer when I arrived, she having finished her class. She also has the distinction of the only yogi with whom I have had physical contact in class as a result of a one time instruction session about two years ago. Interesting that this yogi now only shows up at these transitional junctures almost exclusively.
12-05-2018
Just when I was figuring that this construction gig was done, why, a new task in attending to the "deficiencies" as they call them in the business. In this case, mill work installation that isn't up to scratch in the eyes of the general contractor. I have cleaning and caulking on my list. Though this didn't occur as straightforwardly as it seems. First the foreman said there wasn't much to do, so I was to install chair rails only partially in two rooms that weren't finished. I get the work cart all ready, tools and supplies, get it up to the floor, and then I a call from the foreman that there is a "deficiency list" to attend to. So... I retrieve the work cart, put the tools and supplies away, and then attend to my new task that continued all week. The off-then-on again stunt, this time with employment termination injected into the mix. Been there, done that, and all in keeping with the perp's insane prerogative over the employment theme.
12-07-2018
What is it about stalkers on on my ass at every turn, literally, as I make turns at certain corridor corners especially at the hospital construction site? Yes, these are central locations that hundreds, if not thousands, of personnel, patients and vistors will make when the building is occupied for decades to come. So just leave me the fuck out of it as I don't realy expect to be there very often, if at all. And what is it about the perps and their insane hospital theme they need to keep hammering me with?
This three time loser -(Penticton Herald newspaper, and Ignani is his handle should the link disappear) from a shithole state; now in the local news for kidnapping a couple and then when the trial starts (featured locally), one of kidnap victims skips the country, and the other cannot remember a thing in court (she claims) and has disavowed her police statement at the time. Is this some kind of joke or what? How could anyone ever forget such a traumatic incident? The shitholer has already done 42 months in jail, awaits another trial for assault in jail, and is now in the middle of this court farce for 10 counts related to his kidnapping of the couple. No doubt this woman's "memory failure" is on account of the kidnapper's further nefarious dealings, as in threats or cash.
Lets check out the kidnapper's total past and future taxpayer tab: 42 months at $150k/year in jail. Then this trial and the next one; likely to be another $500k in legal and incarceration costs that this mofo has rung up by the time he is sentenced. And then this $1m loser cannot be sent back to where he came from (say the immigration apologists) because he might be executed in Iran. I say fuck it; let the Iranians deal with their very own spawn and have them do us all a favor. The limp-wristed do-gooding limousine liberals that created this legal absurdity need a wake-up call to stop acting like ruinous spendy naive boy scouts and to demonstrate some gumption in dealing with such financial squandering. (The said kidnapper's trade seems to be drug trafficker, so do we need this shitholer anyhow?) Trump has got it right on this one, as profane and crude as he is. As for Canada, we won't ever get it, as the bleating media hasn't got the gumption of a wet rag. Nor will we ever get anything close to a Trump, as sorely as it is needed. Talk about pressing all my buttons.
I am doing a lot of caulking this week, laying a bead of just the right size of sealant at the join of counter and wall surfaces, matching my caulking gun travel speed with the trigger pressure, which is also moderated by the size the the gap that I see coming up. It gets very zen, pulling all these dynamic parameters into play and doing it right. And just when I get there, why, some kind of interruption then "happens" to screw it up, often just a little, but a disruption all the same. "Somehow" I need to make an extra step, I run into something, my fingers somehow just don't do what I want etc. and the caulking bead "somehow" goes too thin or thick or else the irregularly bead globs up. (All fixable by later (many) iterative passes with moistened fingers and cloths, but more work all the same). And have I mentioned before how much the perps just love to disrupt a zen moment, or otherwise level of competence attainment just so they can fuck it up and cause extra work and perturb me, sometimes to extreme levels (though not at a paid job)? And just what is their problem that they simply must jerk me around as soon as competence/total task engagement develops?
And what is it about other tradesmen, sometimes tradeswomen, who "need" to lean on my work cart at the hospital construction site? Usually it takes place in the elevator, a more compressed room if you will, where someone puts their hand on my work cart that has my tools and supplies on it. Like WTF; it isn't as if they are off balance, or the work cart is shoved up beside them, but they do this, perhaps 2-4x/week. It must be some kind of energetic comparison, where this shill/operative needs to replicate their interaction with the same work cart. That is, replicate and have it compared to me, with me having pushed it into position, though not necessarily touching it at that moment they are.
The most egregious example of this work cart touching games last week was this apparent electrician, a woman who came along and plopped her paper plans on my work cart while I was about 4' away, and no one else was around. (I was attending to a room's "deficiencies", and not even close to an elevator). She doesn't look up, doesn't ask, just "happens" by and dumps her papers on my cart for a minute or two. Fucking rude, and just as bad as the E. Indians on the work site. Which, in speaking with the general contractor superintendent, seems to be a common complaint with that lot. It isn't just me.
Enough rants for the week, and to wind down my last week as a construction laborer. Though I really don't have any complaints, as it is much more interesting than vineyard work.
A negro wall covering tradesman was hounding my ass at work yesterday, a Monday, the usual day for escalated perp fuckery. Said fellow was working on wall coverings, and on one room I was working on, both his appearances seemed totally gratuitous. Hanging around, admiring my work cart for crissakes, and then fumbling around and handling one of my tools. For his second act, timed perfectly just when I started applying PL glue, and after his dissembling banter, he then declared he wanted to use the door to outside which was blocked by a tradesman's ladder. How fucking lame was that, when no one uses that door anyhow?
In the afternoon we met up again in another room where the same negro was putting on wall covering ahead of me so that I could then put on the chair railings afterward. A skunky looking Asian joined him as well, who took it upon himself to borrow my tin snips for crissakes. The three of us nattered on and off, each doing our respective jobs and got along fine. I find it interesting that the perps put on negro stalkers from time to time, all the more evident in that they are as rare as hen's teeth in these here parts. But I suppose some are going to show up somewhere, especially in a trades situation where many trades are converging, often with personnel from across Canada.
12-04-2018
A visit to the oncologist in Kelowna today, and the news is mixed. My PSA score went up a little, deviating from the expected trajectory of it going down some more, below 1.0. My summertime PSA was 1.2, and it went up to 1.4 last week. So... more doubt, (aka big time FUD) as another test is scheduled in three months, and depending on the result, a possible further test with a radioactive tracer in Vancouver. The perps just love that shit; having radioactive tracers clinically injected and then a following scan. Two bone scans in 2016-17 needed technetium, and the SPECT scans of 2001 before the assholes went berserk/overt in 04-2002. And a seemingly needless MRI in 2000. Woohoo... another dimension to perp fuckery is radioactive tracer infusion with a following scan. As if being irradiated daily by a conformal beam gamma ray beam for 6 weeks last year wasn't enough.
And it was too much; based on my yoga competency I finally feel I am pulling out of the hole the radiotherapy treatment put me into. With a big assist from my ADD Rx, started 07-2018. Though I still have infuriating side effects that I won't go into, and today's visit to the oncologist didn't provide any optimism. Another year possibly he says.
A tattoo-free new yoga instructor yesterday. (So it would seem that the prior instructor's tattoos were too disgusting for the perps to gain whatever intelligence they were looking for while I avoided this grotesque Unfavored visage). I have encountered this instructor before, and she is decidedly worth looking at. (And she "happened" to be at the SOF supermarket for two of my visits in the prior four weeks). From 15 yogis per class regularly and now it is suddenly down to 6 of us. I cannot see that she would deter attendance, as it was a good work out. And as it "happened" the only yogi who says hello to me was in the foyer when I arrived, she having finished her class. She also has the distinction of the only yogi with whom I have had physical contact in class as a result of a one time instruction session about two years ago. Interesting that this yogi now only shows up at these transitional junctures almost exclusively.
12-05-2018
Just when I was figuring that this construction gig was done, why, a new task in attending to the "deficiencies" as they call them in the business. In this case, mill work installation that isn't up to scratch in the eyes of the general contractor. I have cleaning and caulking on my list. Though this didn't occur as straightforwardly as it seems. First the foreman said there wasn't much to do, so I was to install chair rails only partially in two rooms that weren't finished. I get the work cart all ready, tools and supplies, get it up to the floor, and then I a call from the foreman that there is a "deficiency list" to attend to. So... I retrieve the work cart, put the tools and supplies away, and then attend to my new task that continued all week. The off-then-on again stunt, this time with employment termination injected into the mix. Been there, done that, and all in keeping with the perp's insane prerogative over the employment theme.
12-07-2018
What is it about stalkers on on my ass at every turn, literally, as I make turns at certain corridor corners especially at the hospital construction site? Yes, these are central locations that hundreds, if not thousands, of personnel, patients and vistors will make when the building is occupied for decades to come. So just leave me the fuck out of it as I don't realy expect to be there very often, if at all. And what is it about the perps and their insane hospital theme they need to keep hammering me with?
This three time loser -(Penticton Herald newspaper, and Ignani is his handle should the link disappear) from a shithole state; now in the local news for kidnapping a couple and then when the trial starts (featured locally), one of kidnap victims skips the country, and the other cannot remember a thing in court (she claims) and has disavowed her police statement at the time. Is this some kind of joke or what? How could anyone ever forget such a traumatic incident? The shitholer has already done 42 months in jail, awaits another trial for assault in jail, and is now in the middle of this court farce for 10 counts related to his kidnapping of the couple. No doubt this woman's "memory failure" is on account of the kidnapper's further nefarious dealings, as in threats or cash.
Lets check out the kidnapper's total past and future taxpayer tab: 42 months at $150k/year in jail. Then this trial and the next one; likely to be another $500k in legal and incarceration costs that this mofo has rung up by the time he is sentenced. And then this $1m loser cannot be sent back to where he came from (say the immigration apologists) because he might be executed in Iran. I say fuck it; let the Iranians deal with their very own spawn and have them do us all a favor. The limp-wristed do-gooding limousine liberals that created this legal absurdity need a wake-up call to stop acting like ruinous spendy naive boy scouts and to demonstrate some gumption in dealing with such financial squandering. (The said kidnapper's trade seems to be drug trafficker, so do we need this shitholer anyhow?) Trump has got it right on this one, as profane and crude as he is. As for Canada, we won't ever get it, as the bleating media hasn't got the gumption of a wet rag. Nor will we ever get anything close to a Trump, as sorely as it is needed. Talk about pressing all my buttons.
I am doing a lot of caulking this week, laying a bead of just the right size of sealant at the join of counter and wall surfaces, matching my caulking gun travel speed with the trigger pressure, which is also moderated by the size the the gap that I see coming up. It gets very zen, pulling all these dynamic parameters into play and doing it right. And just when I get there, why, some kind of interruption then "happens" to screw it up, often just a little, but a disruption all the same. "Somehow" I need to make an extra step, I run into something, my fingers somehow just don't do what I want etc. and the caulking bead "somehow" goes too thin or thick or else the irregularly bead globs up. (All fixable by later (many) iterative passes with moistened fingers and cloths, but more work all the same). And have I mentioned before how much the perps just love to disrupt a zen moment, or otherwise level of competence attainment just so they can fuck it up and cause extra work and perturb me, sometimes to extreme levels (though not at a paid job)? And just what is their problem that they simply must jerk me around as soon as competence/total task engagement develops?
And what is it about other tradesmen, sometimes tradeswomen, who "need" to lean on my work cart at the hospital construction site? Usually it takes place in the elevator, a more compressed room if you will, where someone puts their hand on my work cart that has my tools and supplies on it. Like WTF; it isn't as if they are off balance, or the work cart is shoved up beside them, but they do this, perhaps 2-4x/week. It must be some kind of energetic comparison, where this shill/operative needs to replicate their interaction with the same work cart. That is, replicate and have it compared to me, with me having pushed it into position, though not necessarily touching it at that moment they are.
The most egregious example of this work cart touching games last week was this apparent electrician, a woman who came along and plopped her paper plans on my work cart while I was about 4' away, and no one else was around. (I was attending to a room's "deficiencies", and not even close to an elevator). She doesn't look up, doesn't ask, just "happens" by and dumps her papers on my cart for a minute or two. Fucking rude, and just as bad as the E. Indians on the work site. Which, in speaking with the general contractor superintendent, seems to be a common complaint with that lot. It isn't just me.
Enough rants for the week, and to wind down my last week as a construction laborer. Though I really don't have any complaints, as it is much more interesting than vineyard work.
Sunday, March 05, 2017
Incremental Dude Insertions at Yoga
02-27-2017
After backing off yoga for three weeks, I decided to head there and see what kind of shape the perps will put me into tomorrow morning, as if it were "from" yoga. And lo, if they didn't pull a light snowfall onto the bare ground, only a week exposed since early January. About 15 yogis there, and this time they upped the dude population to four, up from their previous high of three, though two has been common over the past few years. Three of them "happened" to do a entrances-and-exits number around me as I entered the practice room, and the fourth one was inserted afterward. One of them looked like he never took yoga before, another seemed like a body builder. Not your usual yogi. Another was the arts freak in the man-bob I see time to time. Two of them were on the other side of the delectable young blonde woman next to me, surely planted there for that dopaminergic rush upon viewing her gorgeous visage, short shorts and all. On my other side was an overly large woman, another never-before.
Anyhow, the perps made sure I felt more inept at yoga than usual, playing up this health problem they have saddled me with, as if prostate cancer wasn't enough. That on top of the ongoing pissing match over being dopamine deficient and all the rest of it; urination urgency is the latest extreme annoyance that has been coming back again, despite the medications.
On the mysterious ailment front I am more nerve bothered today; my L arm has been week and there is nerve pain in my shoulder blades on both sides. And some generalized stiffness in my pelvic region. And it seems the perps have been bringing this one on since 07-2015, slowly though, so it seems it has "legs" and they aren't about to terminate the problem until some crisis erupts. I can hardly wait, and live in fear as to what exactly is going to play out. I have been through a number of these "health mystery tours", and I don't see it as a coincidence that it erupts when I am getting a better fix on my dopamine deficiency. Not that I consider myself making too much progress on this front, as most doctors are clueless as to its importance to the "peripheral system", that is, everything but the central nervous system. Stiffing this victim with ADD wasn't enough adversity, and they put me through a gauntlet of seeing four doctors in succession 1998-2001, who each blew me off. Finally I got a SPECT scan, and that has been my continuing trump card to get any doctor-adversity straightened out.
02-28-2017
The landlady wanted to visit this residence this morning as she had an appraiser coming. I would be out, but I did ask if she was going to sell the property. She said maybe. They have lived here for 25 years, and have family across the street. It just doesn't add up. So... if they do sell, I could be dispatched if the new owner doesn't want me here. Or else they could jack the rent up big time. Nothing good ever lasts, and after a near four year run here, the perps likely want to move me on. Bring on the loud "neighbors"; upstairs, downstairs or either side, who can even pound concrete floors and make them vibrate (somehow). Never mind the propensity of the perps to staging sex in adjacent apartments. Hmm, much food for thought today and where this new episode will go. Four years is about the most they have ever had me stay in one place, but one can be sure the discomfort and interaction level will be escalated. No sense in having a undisrupted victim is there?
The day after yoga, and thankfully I am not the next day waste case I was back in January. Note that I am never ordinarily discomforted by yoga, even the greater workout version I regularly attended until they screwed with the schedule in January. Whatever these aches and pains that came on after yoga, and sent me into a tizz thinking it was metastatic prostate cancer, now seems to have mostly abated. Perhaps temporarily, as mentioned above, this mysterious ailment might yet come back on me. Today, I had less shoulder and arm pain, so perhaps that symptom component is now finishing up. Hard to know, when they can access every cell, if not, molecule in real time and mess it up or otherwise fuck with it. Or at least, that is the way it seems.
Vine pruning all day at work today, finishing up the chardonnay block. Nice to finish one section, but I see on the wall map there is a considerable amount of acreage to get done. Which begs the question, why did they start in February when they could of got going a month earlier? No idea, but it remains to be seen as to what further problems this would create.
The mulatto co-worker came back today after a week away. He was in Mexico apparently, and now registers three shades darker in the face from his tan, or whatever means the perps have to darken skin. Perhaps this is his normal skin tone, and two weeks ago they whitened him down as an introduction tactic. (He has negroid facial features, but was near Caucasian skin color). All in keeping with these ongoing ethnic and skin color games the perps need to expose me, and too, their Unfavored demographic groups they dearly love to parade before me.
Speaking of which, the ample sized woman on the crew gave up her mid-thigh coat today and put on a warm bomber jacket. Which meant that I was set up to view her ample butt as she was in the row ahead of me much the time today. And do I need to see yet another oversized butt, male or female? Emphatically NO. And apply to that to all Unfavoreds, this ongoing freak show parade that the perps need to expose me to constantly, and incrementally it seems, e.g. the mulatto boy getting darker after a week in Mexico.
03-01-2017
Pruning vines in the vineyard all today, now moved to a new block as we were directed to the wrong block for the last work hour yesterday. Perps love this; start something and then get interrupted and return much later than if it were a continuous job. It is still cold, though above freezing again, having had another freeze spell last week and the ground is thawing for the second time. Which means it gets slippery.
And I see the coyotes killed another deer on the lake ice, like what they did three years ago when working at another vineyard in the same area. (I saw the unfortunate deer struggling on the ice in the morning, and a coyote was clearing out as I drove by. On the way home, the eagles were guarding the carcass further out on the ice). Not that I saw such today, but the eagles were perched on the lake ice, guarding the carcass for their friends. And this was only 100m from open water, so it is most curious to me that the deer couldn't make it there if coyotes were on its ass. Or more to the point, if it were looking for water to drink, why didn't it go to the open water, rather than venture onto the ice where it has a singular disadvantage of keeping its footing. As always, there are so many curiosities out there, and all the more is why was this carnage arranged for me to witness again?
Another round of sabotage over audio playback. My vehicle's system lost power on start up yesterday and today, and all the settings were lost. Today, the assholes have fucked the playback through my home stereo system, as only the R channel will play. And to add insult to injury, the means to bypass this and run the sound through my headphones connected to the computer are compromised; the Windows settings just won't set. How many fucking times do the perps need to sabotage audio playback? I went through weeks, (six months if the repair episodes are included) of having the YBA amp messed with and testing for whatever the problem was in 2015-16, and now the assholes are at it again. Nothing functional EVER goes unsabotaged.
03-02-2017
The audio equipment playback problem has been isolated to the input for one particular input. The tuner and the portable player both play both channels normally. Does this shit ever end? Two separate audio devices malfunction in two days of each other. Doubtless they will need to be shipped somewhere for months at a time. The computer playback is now working, albeit in one channel. That vexation finished off the evening. Funny how a reboot "cures" the problem.
A day of vineyard pruning again; some of my work colleagues have adopted the throat clearing all of a sudden when I am proximate. One in particular, and he does seem a little behaviorally odd, even without his on-off throat clearing act. I met last year's vineyard supervisor and she indicated that there was one crew member who did just what he wanted; it is the same guy as he is the only returnee from last year.
That doesn't include more back-and-forths; my next row work colleague did some of those today, all to look at young vines we weren't to prune. At least she wasn't on her cell phone doing this seeming strangeness.
About 1.5 hours of helicopter activity across the lake from the vineyard yesterday. I have no idea why they needed to buzz there for so long for so seeming little purpose. That would of put them in the flight path of Penticton airport, which means they must of had permission to putz there for that long.
03-03-2017
Pruning vines all day long; more peculiar organized co-worker group behavior - all of them starting at the same end of the row when they had done a partial row. Normally one re-starts when where left off unless it is at the very opposite end, in which case, one picks it up after completing an adjacent new row.
A stiff breeze all day, enough for the hood of my ski jacket to be up. Then later, some rain, artfully timed after lunch to then serve as an impetus to take our jackets off while outside and then put the battery pack vests underneath, as they aren't to be in the wet. These are the battery packs of the Electrocoup electric pruners, the tool that I run all day. After that, no major rain, just the odd spitting now again.
And why do the perps constantly flick the switch on my Electrocoup pruners so that they are in the wide position when only use this less than 1% of the time? No, the switch does not catch on anything, nor does my finger slip onto it; somehow it just gets moved and then the perps screw me around by not "noticing" the setting for a minute or so. Normally I would notice the re-set setting right away as the jaws take longer to close.
Another daily disruption is "hat attacks"; my toque moves up somehow to uncover my ears so the extra loud wind buffeting noise (itself remotely enhanced to be extra loud) becomes all the more louder. The "hat attacks" have been going on ever since this Fuckover scene began in 04-2002; they just move my all by themselves, conventional gravitics be damned.
03-04-2017
Good thing I was sitting around at home as I get this phone call from a guy about my car, thinking he was a potential buyer. But no, he was 40' away outside and wanted my car removed as they were going to do a service pole replacement. Once up and about I could see over the fence that a backhoe was outside and a ubiquitous stalking boom truck beside it. "Hate to see your car get scratched" he says, and I said likewise. I suppose it was crude dude-talk for "you better move it", not that I expect any better from that crowd. So I go outside to see three boom trucks arranged in the lane outside, along with the backhoe and a dump trunk, and four dudes in orange safety wear standing around. So I moved both my vehicles in the lane, which made perfect sense as how can they back a dump truck down the lane without serious consternation over avoiding my vehicle. Like WTF; a temporary 24hr no parking notice might of been a more reliable way of providing notice. But as everything here is arranged, including stalking my ass with boom trucks and dump trucks everywhere for 14 years, and anything else that scrapes or digs soil, why am I surprised. Said dudes were looking at their cell phones as I passed by, and one actually thanked me for moving the vehicles. I wouldn't call this episode rude-assed, but the dude on the phone did succeed in rubbing me the wrong way.
And this whole set up, per above mentioned phone call, was possible because I had a For Sale sign in my vehicle with my phone number on it. So perhaps this was the big perp deal; have the dudes in orange call me from across the fence from 40' away and then be seen in person only 5 minutes later when I had my footwear on. The perps just love these games; come to know someone over the phone (or nowadays, email or text or combinations thereof), over repeated interactions and then meet them in person at a later date. Now it seems, they are boiling this game down to one prior phone interaction.
People who wear orange freak me out. Worse yet, wearing orange and red. I had a stalker on my ass at the glass recycling depot on my butt wearing orange and red. And do I need to mention that the recycling depot is a prime stalking site?
I "happened" to see the landlord today as he was fixing the fence 3' from the gate I exit from, and asked him about the possible house sale. He said he was still thinking about it. I asked him why, and he said he just didn't want to expend the effort to keep the house up, and that he had been here 25 years. He didn't mention that he had other rental properties, which of course would take time to manage and fix. And he mentioned that the pool maintenance was an issue. I said maybe he should just fill it in and he countered with some lame assed excuse about devaluing the property. Then he attempted to sell me on the fact that a new buyer would keep me for a tenant. Yeah, for sure, as in how can anybody know that? Anyhow, the whole thing seemed so fricking lame. Or perhaps this whole thing is just to game me, as they could of kept the appraisal reason secret so not to cause me to start looking for alternative accommodation. Or else the landlord is getting old before his time. I will stick with the lame assed diagnosis for now.
A short look on drugsdotcom last night at the side effects of tamsulosin and I see back pain listed. Like WTF; I visit a GP, urologist and a prostate cancer oncologist over the last three weeks and not one of them suggested this might be the cause of ongoing problem of pelvic and back pain. What does it take to get a modicum of clinical competence?
The 2017 HD motorcycle noise barrage has begun. The neighbor across the lane started a HD motorcycle noise campaign two years ago, and is now starting on HD Noise -Year 3. Why they need to run the thing in his backyard for 30 minutes is beyond me. Drive it away! But that is not the point; make the noise and piss off the victim. To date, I have found no historical abuse history related to motorcycles; nothing in any of the literature, the most revealing being "Thanks For the Memories" by Brice Taylor.
02-05-2017
I had a look at the last remaining possible link in the above mentioned audio problem, the cable that connects the source to the amp. I swapped another one in, and lo, the L channel worked. I unscrewed the barrel of the connector and lo, the internal solder joint was broken. Like WTF; it worked fine for the last 11 months, it was not disturbed, pulled or torqued, and the wire is crimped onto the bracket so there is no stress on the soldered joint. Perhaps it is perp-speak for "get new interconnects" (wires). Given their interest in all wiring and related connections, why am I not surprised.
And while winding up an online financial transaction to purchase new interconnects, why, the dreaded HD motorcycle noise starts up from across the lane. All this in 1" of snow that just fell. Then a forced piss to top it off. Been there, done that.
Did my income tax return, online mostly. The latter qualification refers to the abominable software not having a functional auto-fill for the income tax information. Had it worked, all my employment details (six employers) would of been loaded into the tax return instead of the usual shit of printing them, and then manually entering them, yet again. Another "de-feature" straight out of the perps' book; cost the victim 1.5 hours of extra time and all the attention it needs to re-copy information from one screen to another, via print out. And better yet, bait the victim by naming and identifying a very useful feature that is disabled or crippled. I will have to talk to Simple Tax about that.
And so, when I was about to make a donation to Simple Tax, why, the HD motorcycle noise starts up again. I have made only two online transactions today, the only two as I haven't gone anywhere outside, and in BOTH situations, the HD noise starts up a few minutes beforehand and continues while I make the transaction. I stopped listening to music until this infernal racket is done with. And have I identified this perp habit of stalking and noise-stalking financial transactions ever since this blog began in 2006? At least once per month for 10 years now. And it was immediately apparent when this insane abuse started up in 04-2002; these operatives would suddenly arrive beside me while making a financial transaction (aka purchasing) at a store. And the operatives doing their usual stupid thing; back turned to me, or pretending to shop bent over.
And to add insult to injury, the perps locked up the mouse and obstructed making the above mentioned payment, so I had to reboot the browser to get it back, and too, that engendered protraction of the HD motorcycle noise. Funny how this shit "happens" with such consistency.
A visit to the supermarket this Sunday evening; a whole 5 customers in the store, and they took turns hanging around me for no seeming reason; the "usual" dumbstruck (aka, just-stand-there) shopping stalk I have come to know at every trip. Plus the drip shit hanging outside the store for no reason, and still there 20 minutes there for no seeming reason. Normally they have the vagrant acts do this as they have an excuse for loiter time, but as this was inside a mall, I suppose they defered to the more obvious Fuckwit stalk.
Another cursor disappearance to contend with again, so time to call this one done for the week.
After backing off yoga for three weeks, I decided to head there and see what kind of shape the perps will put me into tomorrow morning, as if it were "from" yoga. And lo, if they didn't pull a light snowfall onto the bare ground, only a week exposed since early January. About 15 yogis there, and this time they upped the dude population to four, up from their previous high of three, though two has been common over the past few years. Three of them "happened" to do a entrances-and-exits number around me as I entered the practice room, and the fourth one was inserted afterward. One of them looked like he never took yoga before, another seemed like a body builder. Not your usual yogi. Another was the arts freak in the man-bob I see time to time. Two of them were on the other side of the delectable young blonde woman next to me, surely planted there for that dopaminergic rush upon viewing her gorgeous visage, short shorts and all. On my other side was an overly large woman, another never-before.
Anyhow, the perps made sure I felt more inept at yoga than usual, playing up this health problem they have saddled me with, as if prostate cancer wasn't enough. That on top of the ongoing pissing match over being dopamine deficient and all the rest of it; urination urgency is the latest extreme annoyance that has been coming back again, despite the medications.
On the mysterious ailment front I am more nerve bothered today; my L arm has been week and there is nerve pain in my shoulder blades on both sides. And some generalized stiffness in my pelvic region. And it seems the perps have been bringing this one on since 07-2015, slowly though, so it seems it has "legs" and they aren't about to terminate the problem until some crisis erupts. I can hardly wait, and live in fear as to what exactly is going to play out. I have been through a number of these "health mystery tours", and I don't see it as a coincidence that it erupts when I am getting a better fix on my dopamine deficiency. Not that I consider myself making too much progress on this front, as most doctors are clueless as to its importance to the "peripheral system", that is, everything but the central nervous system. Stiffing this victim with ADD wasn't enough adversity, and they put me through a gauntlet of seeing four doctors in succession 1998-2001, who each blew me off. Finally I got a SPECT scan, and that has been my continuing trump card to get any doctor-adversity straightened out.
02-28-2017
The landlady wanted to visit this residence this morning as she had an appraiser coming. I would be out, but I did ask if she was going to sell the property. She said maybe. They have lived here for 25 years, and have family across the street. It just doesn't add up. So... if they do sell, I could be dispatched if the new owner doesn't want me here. Or else they could jack the rent up big time. Nothing good ever lasts, and after a near four year run here, the perps likely want to move me on. Bring on the loud "neighbors"; upstairs, downstairs or either side, who can even pound concrete floors and make them vibrate (somehow). Never mind the propensity of the perps to staging sex in adjacent apartments. Hmm, much food for thought today and where this new episode will go. Four years is about the most they have ever had me stay in one place, but one can be sure the discomfort and interaction level will be escalated. No sense in having a undisrupted victim is there?
The day after yoga, and thankfully I am not the next day waste case I was back in January. Note that I am never ordinarily discomforted by yoga, even the greater workout version I regularly attended until they screwed with the schedule in January. Whatever these aches and pains that came on after yoga, and sent me into a tizz thinking it was metastatic prostate cancer, now seems to have mostly abated. Perhaps temporarily, as mentioned above, this mysterious ailment might yet come back on me. Today, I had less shoulder and arm pain, so perhaps that symptom component is now finishing up. Hard to know, when they can access every cell, if not, molecule in real time and mess it up or otherwise fuck with it. Or at least, that is the way it seems.
Vine pruning all day at work today, finishing up the chardonnay block. Nice to finish one section, but I see on the wall map there is a considerable amount of acreage to get done. Which begs the question, why did they start in February when they could of got going a month earlier? No idea, but it remains to be seen as to what further problems this would create.
The mulatto co-worker came back today after a week away. He was in Mexico apparently, and now registers three shades darker in the face from his tan, or whatever means the perps have to darken skin. Perhaps this is his normal skin tone, and two weeks ago they whitened him down as an introduction tactic. (He has negroid facial features, but was near Caucasian skin color). All in keeping with these ongoing ethnic and skin color games the perps need to expose me, and too, their Unfavored demographic groups they dearly love to parade before me.
Speaking of which, the ample sized woman on the crew gave up her mid-thigh coat today and put on a warm bomber jacket. Which meant that I was set up to view her ample butt as she was in the row ahead of me much the time today. And do I need to see yet another oversized butt, male or female? Emphatically NO. And apply to that to all Unfavoreds, this ongoing freak show parade that the perps need to expose me to constantly, and incrementally it seems, e.g. the mulatto boy getting darker after a week in Mexico.
03-01-2017
Pruning vines in the vineyard all today, now moved to a new block as we were directed to the wrong block for the last work hour yesterday. Perps love this; start something and then get interrupted and return much later than if it were a continuous job. It is still cold, though above freezing again, having had another freeze spell last week and the ground is thawing for the second time. Which means it gets slippery.
And I see the coyotes killed another deer on the lake ice, like what they did three years ago when working at another vineyard in the same area. (I saw the unfortunate deer struggling on the ice in the morning, and a coyote was clearing out as I drove by. On the way home, the eagles were guarding the carcass further out on the ice). Not that I saw such today, but the eagles were perched on the lake ice, guarding the carcass for their friends. And this was only 100m from open water, so it is most curious to me that the deer couldn't make it there if coyotes were on its ass. Or more to the point, if it were looking for water to drink, why didn't it go to the open water, rather than venture onto the ice where it has a singular disadvantage of keeping its footing. As always, there are so many curiosities out there, and all the more is why was this carnage arranged for me to witness again?
Another round of sabotage over audio playback. My vehicle's system lost power on start up yesterday and today, and all the settings were lost. Today, the assholes have fucked the playback through my home stereo system, as only the R channel will play. And to add insult to injury, the means to bypass this and run the sound through my headphones connected to the computer are compromised; the Windows settings just won't set. How many fucking times do the perps need to sabotage audio playback? I went through weeks, (six months if the repair episodes are included) of having the YBA amp messed with and testing for whatever the problem was in 2015-16, and now the assholes are at it again. Nothing functional EVER goes unsabotaged.
03-02-2017
The audio equipment playback problem has been isolated to the input for one particular input. The tuner and the portable player both play both channels normally. Does this shit ever end? Two separate audio devices malfunction in two days of each other. Doubtless they will need to be shipped somewhere for months at a time. The computer playback is now working, albeit in one channel. That vexation finished off the evening. Funny how a reboot "cures" the problem.
A day of vineyard pruning again; some of my work colleagues have adopted the throat clearing all of a sudden when I am proximate. One in particular, and he does seem a little behaviorally odd, even without his on-off throat clearing act. I met last year's vineyard supervisor and she indicated that there was one crew member who did just what he wanted; it is the same guy as he is the only returnee from last year.
That doesn't include more back-and-forths; my next row work colleague did some of those today, all to look at young vines we weren't to prune. At least she wasn't on her cell phone doing this seeming strangeness.
About 1.5 hours of helicopter activity across the lake from the vineyard yesterday. I have no idea why they needed to buzz there for so long for so seeming little purpose. That would of put them in the flight path of Penticton airport, which means they must of had permission to putz there for that long.
03-03-2017
Pruning vines all day long; more peculiar organized co-worker group behavior - all of them starting at the same end of the row when they had done a partial row. Normally one re-starts when where left off unless it is at the very opposite end, in which case, one picks it up after completing an adjacent new row.
A stiff breeze all day, enough for the hood of my ski jacket to be up. Then later, some rain, artfully timed after lunch to then serve as an impetus to take our jackets off while outside and then put the battery pack vests underneath, as they aren't to be in the wet. These are the battery packs of the Electrocoup electric pruners, the tool that I run all day. After that, no major rain, just the odd spitting now again.
And why do the perps constantly flick the switch on my Electrocoup pruners so that they are in the wide position when only use this less than 1% of the time? No, the switch does not catch on anything, nor does my finger slip onto it; somehow it just gets moved and then the perps screw me around by not "noticing" the setting for a minute or so. Normally I would notice the re-set setting right away as the jaws take longer to close.
Another daily disruption is "hat attacks"; my toque moves up somehow to uncover my ears so the extra loud wind buffeting noise (itself remotely enhanced to be extra loud) becomes all the more louder. The "hat attacks" have been going on ever since this Fuckover scene began in 04-2002; they just move my all by themselves, conventional gravitics be damned.
03-04-2017
Good thing I was sitting around at home as I get this phone call from a guy about my car, thinking he was a potential buyer. But no, he was 40' away outside and wanted my car removed as they were going to do a service pole replacement. Once up and about I could see over the fence that a backhoe was outside and a ubiquitous stalking boom truck beside it. "Hate to see your car get scratched" he says, and I said likewise. I suppose it was crude dude-talk for "you better move it", not that I expect any better from that crowd. So I go outside to see three boom trucks arranged in the lane outside, along with the backhoe and a dump trunk, and four dudes in orange safety wear standing around. So I moved both my vehicles in the lane, which made perfect sense as how can they back a dump truck down the lane without serious consternation over avoiding my vehicle. Like WTF; a temporary 24hr no parking notice might of been a more reliable way of providing notice. But as everything here is arranged, including stalking my ass with boom trucks and dump trucks everywhere for 14 years, and anything else that scrapes or digs soil, why am I surprised. Said dudes were looking at their cell phones as I passed by, and one actually thanked me for moving the vehicles. I wouldn't call this episode rude-assed, but the dude on the phone did succeed in rubbing me the wrong way.
And this whole set up, per above mentioned phone call, was possible because I had a For Sale sign in my vehicle with my phone number on it. So perhaps this was the big perp deal; have the dudes in orange call me from across the fence from 40' away and then be seen in person only 5 minutes later when I had my footwear on. The perps just love these games; come to know someone over the phone (or nowadays, email or text or combinations thereof), over repeated interactions and then meet them in person at a later date. Now it seems, they are boiling this game down to one prior phone interaction.
People who wear orange freak me out. Worse yet, wearing orange and red. I had a stalker on my ass at the glass recycling depot on my butt wearing orange and red. And do I need to mention that the recycling depot is a prime stalking site?
I "happened" to see the landlord today as he was fixing the fence 3' from the gate I exit from, and asked him about the possible house sale. He said he was still thinking about it. I asked him why, and he said he just didn't want to expend the effort to keep the house up, and that he had been here 25 years. He didn't mention that he had other rental properties, which of course would take time to manage and fix. And he mentioned that the pool maintenance was an issue. I said maybe he should just fill it in and he countered with some lame assed excuse about devaluing the property. Then he attempted to sell me on the fact that a new buyer would keep me for a tenant. Yeah, for sure, as in how can anybody know that? Anyhow, the whole thing seemed so fricking lame. Or perhaps this whole thing is just to game me, as they could of kept the appraisal reason secret so not to cause me to start looking for alternative accommodation. Or else the landlord is getting old before his time. I will stick with the lame assed diagnosis for now.
A short look on drugsdotcom last night at the side effects of tamsulosin and I see back pain listed. Like WTF; I visit a GP, urologist and a prostate cancer oncologist over the last three weeks and not one of them suggested this might be the cause of ongoing problem of pelvic and back pain. What does it take to get a modicum of clinical competence?
The 2017 HD motorcycle noise barrage has begun. The neighbor across the lane started a HD motorcycle noise campaign two years ago, and is now starting on HD Noise -Year 3. Why they need to run the thing in his backyard for 30 minutes is beyond me. Drive it away! But that is not the point; make the noise and piss off the victim. To date, I have found no historical abuse history related to motorcycles; nothing in any of the literature, the most revealing being "Thanks For the Memories" by Brice Taylor.
02-05-2017
I had a look at the last remaining possible link in the above mentioned audio problem, the cable that connects the source to the amp. I swapped another one in, and lo, the L channel worked. I unscrewed the barrel of the connector and lo, the internal solder joint was broken. Like WTF; it worked fine for the last 11 months, it was not disturbed, pulled or torqued, and the wire is crimped onto the bracket so there is no stress on the soldered joint. Perhaps it is perp-speak for "get new interconnects" (wires). Given their interest in all wiring and related connections, why am I not surprised.
And while winding up an online financial transaction to purchase new interconnects, why, the dreaded HD motorcycle noise starts up from across the lane. All this in 1" of snow that just fell. Then a forced piss to top it off. Been there, done that.
Did my income tax return, online mostly. The latter qualification refers to the abominable software not having a functional auto-fill for the income tax information. Had it worked, all my employment details (six employers) would of been loaded into the tax return instead of the usual shit of printing them, and then manually entering them, yet again. Another "de-feature" straight out of the perps' book; cost the victim 1.5 hours of extra time and all the attention it needs to re-copy information from one screen to another, via print out. And better yet, bait the victim by naming and identifying a very useful feature that is disabled or crippled. I will have to talk to Simple Tax about that.
And so, when I was about to make a donation to Simple Tax, why, the HD motorcycle noise starts up again. I have made only two online transactions today, the only two as I haven't gone anywhere outside, and in BOTH situations, the HD noise starts up a few minutes beforehand and continues while I make the transaction. I stopped listening to music until this infernal racket is done with. And have I identified this perp habit of stalking and noise-stalking financial transactions ever since this blog began in 2006? At least once per month for 10 years now. And it was immediately apparent when this insane abuse started up in 04-2002; these operatives would suddenly arrive beside me while making a financial transaction (aka purchasing) at a store. And the operatives doing their usual stupid thing; back turned to me, or pretending to shop bent over.
And to add insult to injury, the perps locked up the mouse and obstructed making the above mentioned payment, so I had to reboot the browser to get it back, and too, that engendered protraction of the HD motorcycle noise. Funny how this shit "happens" with such consistency.
A visit to the supermarket this Sunday evening; a whole 5 customers in the store, and they took turns hanging around me for no seeming reason; the "usual" dumbstruck (aka, just-stand-there) shopping stalk I have come to know at every trip. Plus the drip shit hanging outside the store for no reason, and still there 20 minutes there for no seeming reason. Normally they have the vagrant acts do this as they have an excuse for loiter time, but as this was inside a mall, I suppose they defered to the more obvious Fuckwit stalk.
Another cursor disappearance to contend with again, so time to call this one done for the week.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Post Shut-in Cluster F**k
01-16-2017;
Why is is that after a shut-in day (yesterday, due the installation of the track lighting at my residence), is it that there is a surge of gangstalking on my ass wherever I go, aka, a cluster of clusterfucks? (The latter term I use to describe higher gangstalking density and arranged confluences around me, used differently from its military origins to describe a field exercise gone terribly wrong among various groups that were intended to coordinate, but instead, are confused and at odds.)
Five stops this morning on my outing, and at each stop it got more intense. They even put on a street works, one-through lane obstruction at my turn to the first errand stop, Value Village. (Per traffic control personnel, I went through the obstruction on the opposite side of the road). Then onto the re-cycle drop off, then back on the same street to the specialty grocer, where the dude force was out to hound my ass walking in, through the store, check out and outside. At least they put a new attractive cashier for the first time, skipping the fuglies of various descriptions, save the one I regarded as neutral.
Then to the mall to get more groceries as the specialty grocer's prices were too high, and instead of getting pomegranate juice for $17/L, I got it for $10/L on sale. Then onto LD to get more of those ridiculously priced razor blades, and what a holy gangstalking it was. Even so far as having the ridiculous dudes lounging around at -8C in 30kph winds outside the mall doors. (Like WTF; if was legit, wouldn't they hang around inside?). And lo, if LD wasn't having a customer surge just then, with only one checkout active, the other shutting down. Also, the surging arriving customers came to cross through the line of customers waiting for a checkout. And why do they always cross in front or behind me? This goes back decades to cinema lineups and others; it seemed that there was an inordinate number of people (now termed perp controlled Fuckwits), who "needed" to cross the queue in my immediate proximity. And we had a queue jumper today as well, putting on the grinning idiot look. Why I didn't say anything was a testament to mind control IMHO. I swore to myself I would give up on LD and try that awful perp place called Walmart. But that is where I almost got chest butted by an apparent staff member who decided to walk down my aisle with her head down. Another nutzo perp establishment IMHO.
All this later morning activity was started by the assholes who kept me asleep an hour past the alarm. This preceded by keeping me awake most of the night with alternating light sleep. And as mentioned many times in these postings, the perps can keep one awake all night and one feels just fine and not tired in the least the whole next day. They even kept up this sleepless run for three days back in the helter-skelter harassment days of 2002.
01-17-2017
A morning trip to Kelowna to visit the Good Doctor (mostly, but not always), to view and consult on my dopamine test results. If the results got reported Dec. 21, 2016, I do find it tardy that I wasn't called until Jan. 11 to make an appointment. Anyhow, all my planted notions over the test going missing in the Christmas mail came to naught, and we do know who likes to plant FUD, especially the Doubt component.
After all that, my dopamine is low, but my glutamine is much lower than the range. So more supplements to improve digestion and then to add glutamine to my diet. And we did get onto the topic of me being harassed owing to my former stimulant medication history, as that episode that stopped that particular very successful medication application. I thought this was most unusual, that I got to reveal my harassment history in summary, when of course it seems that most everything is arranged beforehand. She didn't seem too deeply interested in all the details as to how it all happened, but at least she isn't playing naive any more. If all goes according to past such revelation rarities, she will pretend it didn't ever happen and no reference will be made to this egregious and all-encompassing violation of one's personal existence.
Nor was the Good Doctor interested in my latest theory that low Vitamin C absorption might be at the root of my dopamine, and now glutamine, levels. It just seems each visit the whole thing is rigged, and part of it is too, to ignore what I am saying no matter the validity. Given the high strangeness the clinical profession lapses into whenever I mention "dopamine", why am I surprised. And not to forget, the Good Doctor blew me off last year when I offered my dopamine deficiency thesis, and she said "there is nothing I can do". Well she is doing something now, and in good measure because I insisted on the dopamine pee test which finally got done in 12-2016. And it got delayed 6 months due to the prostate cancer onset/panic/re-direction of concerns.
And while visiting Kelowna, I had a number of shopping plans after my appointment, but somehow felt "guided" not to undertake any of them and returned home instead. Like WTF; I have the time to do so at present, and it wasn't a huge endeavor to stop at a few favorite locations, but no, the stern hand of the Repressors came on and I dutifully drove home.
And I should of been reading "Naturopathic Oncology", but somehow got derailed into reading Alien Agenda by Jim Marrs, a fine summary book on UFO's and abductions and crop circles that summarizes many others' findings, some with a historical context. Some referenced authors use the term "Earth quarantine" to mean that we are kept separate from the rest of the cosmos to prevent us from attaining higher vibrational states. Certainly, more than one researcher has put themselves out there to state as much, and it does concur with what I have come to believe, in good measure enforced by my TI experiences. I think TI's are part of the continuum that alien abductions belong to; nonconsensual human research subjects, excepting that we are researched down the the last detail, perhaps even sub-atomic detail. And that takes time, much more that a typical visitation and abduction duration by an alien craft and crew. Though I am sure there are human cooperators, perhaps, "running with aliens" might describe this crowd, but it seems even this cooperative access to humans (perps) isn't sufficient so they round on TI's and harass the living piss out of them (figuratively and literally) so they can be researched to deeper levels in situ. That aliens have been around since recorded time, and even millions of years ago according to some contactees, still hasn't given them sufficient observation duration for us "earthly containers". I don't discuss the alien, abduction and world control topics much on this here blog, as it is just too much beyond the realm of what I have to deal with every day and dilutes the nature of what this blog is all about. "Alien Agenda" is highly recommended, and my fondest wish is that us TI's would get a chapter in it to round it out. Then all would be copesthetic.
01-18-2017
The autobody repair guy called yesterday and said that could I bring the Ford Escape in today for it's repair, originally scheduled 6 days hence. Sure, I said, wondering how such an irregularity in scheduling keeps "happening" to me. He only had two days to get the parts for crissakes. But whatever. My mother's pinball driving methods have finally come down to this.
Which includes not getting the repair done in August 2016, and then in late December I attempted to get it done in Victoria but never heard back from the shop. All to deprive me of the vehicle for 6 days having drove it here only a week ago. Back to driving the Camry, my regular ride of the past five years. Switching me between... [tasks, locations etc.- fill in the blank] is nothing new, and so it would seem this is part of the ongoing perp arrangements that are now so familiar.
Anyhow, I met up with the auto body repair guy at 0800h this morning, and he dropped me back at my place so I could then step out and get into the Camry and drive it to Toyota for its oil change. Funny how they arranged a convergence of auto repairs, this briefest of intervals when I have two in my ownership. I hung out at the local Starbucks and then nearby SOF supermarket while the repairs were done. It is rare that they let me drink coffee, but unusually they did, and the gangstalking was low key for once. And for "some reason" the assholes dithered me when I got back home and "forgot" my groceries in the vehicle for three hours. Thanks a bunch, another never-before neural invasion event.
01-19-2017
What is it about screwing up sequences, or the expectation of something being in sequence, that so interests the perps? I see that my text messages don't come in sequence any more (since 05-2017); if a response arrives within a few minutes, it pops up above the message I sent to elicit said response. And now I see Amazon is jacking with the listings, as they were always in order of lowest price to highest for the item in question, (say, looking at used items from the "used" link), but now they are all in a quasi-sequence; the lowest at first, and then increasing, and then lower prices again. Go figure.
Taking out the garbage tonight begat me extra attention for this perp-important event. The back lane neighbor's dog was out and I got continuous barking dog coverage. The owners did screw all apart from yelling at the dog until the last of my two trips to the landlord's garbage canisters. And too, a helicopter circling overhead for two low passes while the dog was barking. There is something the perps like about night flights, barking dogs and garbage duty.
All this because of about 07-2016, the new garbage regulations were that I had to use the landlord's garbage canisters and could not put one out for myself as I had been doing for three years here. Never mind they still drive past my former garbage can deposit location with the garbage truck. All things change if it is of perp interest, especially the long running obsessions they have, garbage being one.
The snow is finally melting, and that crunchy ice packed surface has now revealed all the normal ground surfaces. It looks like the "snow pack" (in town) has finally receded after some four weeks, of which I was away for two. Again, snow and ice represent part of the perp agenda and their preoccupation with water in all its forms, sources, delivery and distribution methods from weather (call it natural) to pipes, sprinklers, drains etc. and of course, it being imbibed or taken with irrigated food crops. If they have been following us for a million years or so, this is a very deep research project, us humans and all plants in all our water usage and transference.
01-20-2017
To my semi-regular TI caller; I got your message, duly deleted. Look into MMS for Lyme Disease, if you are sure you have it.
Ford Escape body work got done four days ahead of time; I thought it was going to be done next week, but he phoned me this afternoon (Friday). No ride offer this time, and so I walked up there, which turned out to be holy vehicular gangstalking swarm. They don't often have me doing "street walking" any more since vehicle ownership was allowed in 2012, but when I do, they go crazy.
And talk about a bum deal; the auto body shop owner has a father-in-law with cancer, a mother-in-law with Lyme Disease and twin girls with cerebral palsy. All that covered in the time while finishing up the paper work. So if he knows something about the perps and their arrangements, then he must know they had a hand in such medical matters. I wonder how this whole deal sits with such folks.
A job interview this afternoon; the guy said he knew about me from the work I did for the bud collection project there. Not exactly a friendly interviewer, especially for the casual world of farm work, but maybe he was scared shitless, given the seeming perp set up that I walk into for such situations. And for perhaps every situation, as it seems.
It seems that I am getting behind on gangstalking literature. Once sparse, a recent search on Amazon picked up a bunch of books. "Gangstalking; the Threat to Humanity" seems to be a good one, written by a professional to whom this has been happening. As so often, it seems like an event triggers the extra surveillance and attention, but in my experience they have long been following the victim and for whatever reason need a cover story to go overt. Overt to the victim, though outwardly, is pretend-to-believe. "Diary of an Angry Targeted Individual" by Renee Pittman. Again, I haven't read it, but the reviews are positive.
01-21-2017
Saturday, and despite my best efforts in having the alarm set for 0800h, they screwed me into a 0930h get-up. Which segued into a great total morning write-off as I had another vehicle appointment at 1100h, to get the new audio unit installed. It takes an hour, so I was cut loose to look around the local stores, and not finding what I was looking for in the way of fleece lined winter tights. (My very favorite winter time leg coverings as they are so warm and comfortable as long as they are reasonably wind resistant). But the gangstalking bullshit started up at the second store so I refrained from going to Walmart next door, as I am so fed up of that place and its gangstalking scene. Then to a coffee chain, TH, where I could even find a seat and was yet again, relatively free from the gangstalking scene. I got to hear Germans at the next table and all their phone woes about travelling in Europe and the US.
Maybe that was a set up for my own phone woes, as I connected to the free Wi-Fi there and yet could not get on the internet to view my mail. Like WTF; why is the Android platform, or perhaps, any platform I chose, such an utter and obstinant techo-adverse event? Perhaps that is why they decided to have me not use the Iphone where it might actually be convenient and ergonomically understandable.
All to set me up with the Pioneer deck in my vehicle and its changing lighting, which just drives me squirrely; one color, as long it is not red or pink. I am at about six attempts to get the pathetic manual understood, but had to resort to Youtube to find out yet more commands the frigging manual "forgot" to include. The perps know how to exploit every last detail, and confuse the victim; "Key Color" was not an instruction on keying in a color as I was lead to believe, but an option to light the keys, which would of been followed by another command to change the display, which then would be followed by an option for both. I think I am up to 10 screaming rage-fications over that one alone, and of course, that is only the start of mastering these multi-modal buttons which must be perp designed to drive victims crazy. Pioneer and Ikea both go down together in How Not to Write a Manual camp, though I am sure there are plenty of others. Hint for the tech-twits; see if your wife can follow the manual; if not, fix it until she can. This is not intended to be a sexist remark, but there are certain cognition subsets between the genders (usually), and I don't line up with the tech-twits. And I have the Fourth Reich on my ass to drive that point home at every opportunity, today being an especially exploitative exasperation campaign of theirs. All related to their insane obsession over where information comes from and how I deploy it, aka, epistemology. (Did you ever think all those school and college shootings were random?). All the better for the perps if I make ump-teen attempts at following the manual and failing each time. Thanks a lot assholes for this cognitive hell, substantially worse since they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.
01-22-2017
Sunday, and the continuing saga of an Amazon transaction that looks too good to be true burned me up yesterday. Unfettered by perp mind control games, I would of not got into this at all, but now I am attempting to terminate this idiocy as it has gone on for too long, and seems more irregular with each passing event. Lets see; Amazon had the greatest system for online transactions going; put the item in the "shopping cart", pay, and it gets shipped, usually promptly and correctly. Now with this Amazon Marketplace (whatever that is exactly), the transaction gets protracted for days and one isn't sure it is a scam for the entire duration, until the item gets delivered. How did they come to screw up such a magnificent and dog-simple method? I tell you, the perps just love to sabotage all things that work well, and this could be such an example. Read on.
And today, I see the Amazon help page has gone blank, and the phone help has gone missing from last night's web browsing. The help phone numbers were missing last night for crissakes.
Finally, the Amazon help page does come up with a phone number, and I phone, and it is confirmed to be a scam. The adage, "if it looks too good to be true, it usually is" applies, and due to the mind fuck games I violated my own ethic. Thanks assholes. No financial hit on this thankfully.
That all done, and a late lunch due to a 9.5 hour sleep in, no prior sleep deficit, per usual. And the assholes pulled a good one; they had me puke up my lunch. Nothing unusual or ill feeling or flu-ish, they just wanted me to puke. So they did. They have done this less than 4x since the overt harassment started in 2002, and perhaps the same again for the sensation that it was going to happen, but didn't. It seems the color green factors into this, wearing a green sweater today, and green food inside me. The last time they pulled this puking stunt was in 2012, when it "happened" outside on a backyard lawn. And don't ask me how they decide as to which TI gets how much of the imposed pissing, shitting or puking problems than they had before the harassment went overt. The harassment regimen and guidelines must be established for each TI, and all the variances, as well as any needed conventional medical cover story.
Then they backed the toilet up on the third flush after two earlier flushes sending the puke drain bound. There isn't any conventional reason for this whatsover, but I am long familiar with the unconventional nowadays, especially with toilets.
Now late, and a call from my semi-regular TI caller. As usual, the Magic Jack connection sucks and there were at least four breaks in communication. Not unusual in TI World, where perp caused interruptions are the rule of the day. Another shut-in day, and so I will call this one done, and likely the experiences in the post title will repeat themselves tomorrow.
Why is is that after a shut-in day (yesterday, due the installation of the track lighting at my residence), is it that there is a surge of gangstalking on my ass wherever I go, aka, a cluster of clusterfucks? (The latter term I use to describe higher gangstalking density and arranged confluences around me, used differently from its military origins to describe a field exercise gone terribly wrong among various groups that were intended to coordinate, but instead, are confused and at odds.)
Five stops this morning on my outing, and at each stop it got more intense. They even put on a street works, one-through lane obstruction at my turn to the first errand stop, Value Village. (Per traffic control personnel, I went through the obstruction on the opposite side of the road). Then onto the re-cycle drop off, then back on the same street to the specialty grocer, where the dude force was out to hound my ass walking in, through the store, check out and outside. At least they put a new attractive cashier for the first time, skipping the fuglies of various descriptions, save the one I regarded as neutral.
Then to the mall to get more groceries as the specialty grocer's prices were too high, and instead of getting pomegranate juice for $17/L, I got it for $10/L on sale. Then onto LD to get more of those ridiculously priced razor blades, and what a holy gangstalking it was. Even so far as having the ridiculous dudes lounging around at -8C in 30kph winds outside the mall doors. (Like WTF; if was legit, wouldn't they hang around inside?). And lo, if LD wasn't having a customer surge just then, with only one checkout active, the other shutting down. Also, the surging arriving customers came to cross through the line of customers waiting for a checkout. And why do they always cross in front or behind me? This goes back decades to cinema lineups and others; it seemed that there was an inordinate number of people (now termed perp controlled Fuckwits), who "needed" to cross the queue in my immediate proximity. And we had a queue jumper today as well, putting on the grinning idiot look. Why I didn't say anything was a testament to mind control IMHO. I swore to myself I would give up on LD and try that awful perp place called Walmart. But that is where I almost got chest butted by an apparent staff member who decided to walk down my aisle with her head down. Another nutzo perp establishment IMHO.
All this later morning activity was started by the assholes who kept me asleep an hour past the alarm. This preceded by keeping me awake most of the night with alternating light sleep. And as mentioned many times in these postings, the perps can keep one awake all night and one feels just fine and not tired in the least the whole next day. They even kept up this sleepless run for three days back in the helter-skelter harassment days of 2002.
01-17-2017
A morning trip to Kelowna to visit the Good Doctor (mostly, but not always), to view and consult on my dopamine test results. If the results got reported Dec. 21, 2016, I do find it tardy that I wasn't called until Jan. 11 to make an appointment. Anyhow, all my planted notions over the test going missing in the Christmas mail came to naught, and we do know who likes to plant FUD, especially the Doubt component.
After all that, my dopamine is low, but my glutamine is much lower than the range. So more supplements to improve digestion and then to add glutamine to my diet. And we did get onto the topic of me being harassed owing to my former stimulant medication history, as that episode that stopped that particular very successful medication application. I thought this was most unusual, that I got to reveal my harassment history in summary, when of course it seems that most everything is arranged beforehand. She didn't seem too deeply interested in all the details as to how it all happened, but at least she isn't playing naive any more. If all goes according to past such revelation rarities, she will pretend it didn't ever happen and no reference will be made to this egregious and all-encompassing violation of one's personal existence.
Nor was the Good Doctor interested in my latest theory that low Vitamin C absorption might be at the root of my dopamine, and now glutamine, levels. It just seems each visit the whole thing is rigged, and part of it is too, to ignore what I am saying no matter the validity. Given the high strangeness the clinical profession lapses into whenever I mention "dopamine", why am I surprised. And not to forget, the Good Doctor blew me off last year when I offered my dopamine deficiency thesis, and she said "there is nothing I can do". Well she is doing something now, and in good measure because I insisted on the dopamine pee test which finally got done in 12-2016. And it got delayed 6 months due to the prostate cancer onset/panic/re-direction of concerns.
And while visiting Kelowna, I had a number of shopping plans after my appointment, but somehow felt "guided" not to undertake any of them and returned home instead. Like WTF; I have the time to do so at present, and it wasn't a huge endeavor to stop at a few favorite locations, but no, the stern hand of the Repressors came on and I dutifully drove home.
And I should of been reading "Naturopathic Oncology", but somehow got derailed into reading Alien Agenda by Jim Marrs, a fine summary book on UFO's and abductions and crop circles that summarizes many others' findings, some with a historical context. Some referenced authors use the term "Earth quarantine" to mean that we are kept separate from the rest of the cosmos to prevent us from attaining higher vibrational states. Certainly, more than one researcher has put themselves out there to state as much, and it does concur with what I have come to believe, in good measure enforced by my TI experiences. I think TI's are part of the continuum that alien abductions belong to; nonconsensual human research subjects, excepting that we are researched down the the last detail, perhaps even sub-atomic detail. And that takes time, much more that a typical visitation and abduction duration by an alien craft and crew. Though I am sure there are human cooperators, perhaps, "running with aliens" might describe this crowd, but it seems even this cooperative access to humans (perps) isn't sufficient so they round on TI's and harass the living piss out of them (figuratively and literally) so they can be researched to deeper levels in situ. That aliens have been around since recorded time, and even millions of years ago according to some contactees, still hasn't given them sufficient observation duration for us "earthly containers". I don't discuss the alien, abduction and world control topics much on this here blog, as it is just too much beyond the realm of what I have to deal with every day and dilutes the nature of what this blog is all about. "Alien Agenda" is highly recommended, and my fondest wish is that us TI's would get a chapter in it to round it out. Then all would be copesthetic.
01-18-2017
The autobody repair guy called yesterday and said that could I bring the Ford Escape in today for it's repair, originally scheduled 6 days hence. Sure, I said, wondering how such an irregularity in scheduling keeps "happening" to me. He only had two days to get the parts for crissakes. But whatever. My mother's pinball driving methods have finally come down to this.
Which includes not getting the repair done in August 2016, and then in late December I attempted to get it done in Victoria but never heard back from the shop. All to deprive me of the vehicle for 6 days having drove it here only a week ago. Back to driving the Camry, my regular ride of the past five years. Switching me between... [tasks, locations etc.- fill in the blank] is nothing new, and so it would seem this is part of the ongoing perp arrangements that are now so familiar.
Anyhow, I met up with the auto body repair guy at 0800h this morning, and he dropped me back at my place so I could then step out and get into the Camry and drive it to Toyota for its oil change. Funny how they arranged a convergence of auto repairs, this briefest of intervals when I have two in my ownership. I hung out at the local Starbucks and then nearby SOF supermarket while the repairs were done. It is rare that they let me drink coffee, but unusually they did, and the gangstalking was low key for once. And for "some reason" the assholes dithered me when I got back home and "forgot" my groceries in the vehicle for three hours. Thanks a bunch, another never-before neural invasion event.
01-19-2017
What is it about screwing up sequences, or the expectation of something being in sequence, that so interests the perps? I see that my text messages don't come in sequence any more (since 05-2017); if a response arrives within a few minutes, it pops up above the message I sent to elicit said response. And now I see Amazon is jacking with the listings, as they were always in order of lowest price to highest for the item in question, (say, looking at used items from the "used" link), but now they are all in a quasi-sequence; the lowest at first, and then increasing, and then lower prices again. Go figure.
Taking out the garbage tonight begat me extra attention for this perp-important event. The back lane neighbor's dog was out and I got continuous barking dog coverage. The owners did screw all apart from yelling at the dog until the last of my two trips to the landlord's garbage canisters. And too, a helicopter circling overhead for two low passes while the dog was barking. There is something the perps like about night flights, barking dogs and garbage duty.
All this because of about 07-2016, the new garbage regulations were that I had to use the landlord's garbage canisters and could not put one out for myself as I had been doing for three years here. Never mind they still drive past my former garbage can deposit location with the garbage truck. All things change if it is of perp interest, especially the long running obsessions they have, garbage being one.
The snow is finally melting, and that crunchy ice packed surface has now revealed all the normal ground surfaces. It looks like the "snow pack" (in town) has finally receded after some four weeks, of which I was away for two. Again, snow and ice represent part of the perp agenda and their preoccupation with water in all its forms, sources, delivery and distribution methods from weather (call it natural) to pipes, sprinklers, drains etc. and of course, it being imbibed or taken with irrigated food crops. If they have been following us for a million years or so, this is a very deep research project, us humans and all plants in all our water usage and transference.
01-20-2017
To my semi-regular TI caller; I got your message, duly deleted. Look into MMS for Lyme Disease, if you are sure you have it.
Ford Escape body work got done four days ahead of time; I thought it was going to be done next week, but he phoned me this afternoon (Friday). No ride offer this time, and so I walked up there, which turned out to be holy vehicular gangstalking swarm. They don't often have me doing "street walking" any more since vehicle ownership was allowed in 2012, but when I do, they go crazy.
And talk about a bum deal; the auto body shop owner has a father-in-law with cancer, a mother-in-law with Lyme Disease and twin girls with cerebral palsy. All that covered in the time while finishing up the paper work. So if he knows something about the perps and their arrangements, then he must know they had a hand in such medical matters. I wonder how this whole deal sits with such folks.
A job interview this afternoon; the guy said he knew about me from the work I did for the bud collection project there. Not exactly a friendly interviewer, especially for the casual world of farm work, but maybe he was scared shitless, given the seeming perp set up that I walk into for such situations. And for perhaps every situation, as it seems.
It seems that I am getting behind on gangstalking literature. Once sparse, a recent search on Amazon picked up a bunch of books. "Gangstalking; the Threat to Humanity" seems to be a good one, written by a professional to whom this has been happening. As so often, it seems like an event triggers the extra surveillance and attention, but in my experience they have long been following the victim and for whatever reason need a cover story to go overt. Overt to the victim, though outwardly, is pretend-to-believe. "Diary of an Angry Targeted Individual" by Renee Pittman. Again, I haven't read it, but the reviews are positive.
01-21-2017
Saturday, and despite my best efforts in having the alarm set for 0800h, they screwed me into a 0930h get-up. Which segued into a great total morning write-off as I had another vehicle appointment at 1100h, to get the new audio unit installed. It takes an hour, so I was cut loose to look around the local stores, and not finding what I was looking for in the way of fleece lined winter tights. (My very favorite winter time leg coverings as they are so warm and comfortable as long as they are reasonably wind resistant). But the gangstalking bullshit started up at the second store so I refrained from going to Walmart next door, as I am so fed up of that place and its gangstalking scene. Then to a coffee chain, TH, where I could even find a seat and was yet again, relatively free from the gangstalking scene. I got to hear Germans at the next table and all their phone woes about travelling in Europe and the US.
Maybe that was a set up for my own phone woes, as I connected to the free Wi-Fi there and yet could not get on the internet to view my mail. Like WTF; why is the Android platform, or perhaps, any platform I chose, such an utter and obstinant techo-adverse event? Perhaps that is why they decided to have me not use the Iphone where it might actually be convenient and ergonomically understandable.
All to set me up with the Pioneer deck in my vehicle and its changing lighting, which just drives me squirrely; one color, as long it is not red or pink. I am at about six attempts to get the pathetic manual understood, but had to resort to Youtube to find out yet more commands the frigging manual "forgot" to include. The perps know how to exploit every last detail, and confuse the victim; "Key Color" was not an instruction on keying in a color as I was lead to believe, but an option to light the keys, which would of been followed by another command to change the display, which then would be followed by an option for both. I think I am up to 10 screaming rage-fications over that one alone, and of course, that is only the start of mastering these multi-modal buttons which must be perp designed to drive victims crazy. Pioneer and Ikea both go down together in How Not to Write a Manual camp, though I am sure there are plenty of others. Hint for the tech-twits; see if your wife can follow the manual; if not, fix it until she can. This is not intended to be a sexist remark, but there are certain cognition subsets between the genders (usually), and I don't line up with the tech-twits. And I have the Fourth Reich on my ass to drive that point home at every opportunity, today being an especially exploitative exasperation campaign of theirs. All related to their insane obsession over where information comes from and how I deploy it, aka, epistemology. (Did you ever think all those school and college shootings were random?). All the better for the perps if I make ump-teen attempts at following the manual and failing each time. Thanks a lot assholes for this cognitive hell, substantially worse since they went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.
01-22-2017
Sunday, and the continuing saga of an Amazon transaction that looks too good to be true burned me up yesterday. Unfettered by perp mind control games, I would of not got into this at all, but now I am attempting to terminate this idiocy as it has gone on for too long, and seems more irregular with each passing event. Lets see; Amazon had the greatest system for online transactions going; put the item in the "shopping cart", pay, and it gets shipped, usually promptly and correctly. Now with this Amazon Marketplace (whatever that is exactly), the transaction gets protracted for days and one isn't sure it is a scam for the entire duration, until the item gets delivered. How did they come to screw up such a magnificent and dog-simple method? I tell you, the perps just love to sabotage all things that work well, and this could be such an example. Read on.
And today, I see the Amazon help page has gone blank, and the phone help has gone missing from last night's web browsing. The help phone numbers were missing last night for crissakes.
Finally, the Amazon help page does come up with a phone number, and I phone, and it is confirmed to be a scam. The adage, "if it looks too good to be true, it usually is" applies, and due to the mind fuck games I violated my own ethic. Thanks assholes. No financial hit on this thankfully.
That all done, and a late lunch due to a 9.5 hour sleep in, no prior sleep deficit, per usual. And the assholes pulled a good one; they had me puke up my lunch. Nothing unusual or ill feeling or flu-ish, they just wanted me to puke. So they did. They have done this less than 4x since the overt harassment started in 2002, and perhaps the same again for the sensation that it was going to happen, but didn't. It seems the color green factors into this, wearing a green sweater today, and green food inside me. The last time they pulled this puking stunt was in 2012, when it "happened" outside on a backyard lawn. And don't ask me how they decide as to which TI gets how much of the imposed pissing, shitting or puking problems than they had before the harassment went overt. The harassment regimen and guidelines must be established for each TI, and all the variances, as well as any needed conventional medical cover story.
Then they backed the toilet up on the third flush after two earlier flushes sending the puke drain bound. There isn't any conventional reason for this whatsover, but I am long familiar with the unconventional nowadays, especially with toilets.
Now late, and a call from my semi-regular TI caller. As usual, the Magic Jack connection sucks and there were at least four breaks in communication. Not unusual in TI World, where perp caused interruptions are the rule of the day. Another shut-in day, and so I will call this one done, and likely the experiences in the post title will repeat themselves tomorrow.
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