Home Reno Hell

01-28-2019
I was putting in a shelf support in the kitchen, a chicken shit job to make use of 8" of vacant space on the wall, and used the stud finder to locate a support and drilled into it. And lo, if I didn't hit a water supply line, a new-to-me situation as all my former houses had copper water lines. This time it was a poly B water line, and screws go into them real easy. I heard the hissing as I was taking out the screw, so I put it back in, and that stopped it. After turning off the water supply, which seemed to take forever, I had to open the drywall behind this kitchen wall and have a look. Not even a teaspoon of water had leaked, but it was quite clear I had to do some further repairs. The landlords are away, so I phoned the plumber on their supplied list, so I had to start improvising.

First some advice from my cabinet installer that it was poly B line, and that fittings were no longer made. A material called Pex has now replaced poly B. Then about 2 hours of web troving to find out the same and ruminate on what the options were. Well, as it turns out, there are Pex to Poly B transition fittings, so, a single point leak in two pipes required four fittings, Pex to Poly B, a section of Pex, and then back to Poly B. There was a hang up to get a crimper tool, only $80, but at it turned out I could rent one for $20, which I did. And lo, the repairs held, first time, and remain that way.

Due to the late day timing of the above event, I was without water for the evening, and lo, if the perps didn't pull 3 visits to the crapper, a most unusual confluence. And have I mentioned that the perps just love to mess with water supplies, change up the pipes and all the rest of the manipulations that can "happen" with pressurized water supplies, and too, what their source they come from? Countless times in these blog postings.

The above job, plust finishing the shelf unit was a total nightmare due to constant mental interference. The Psychopaths dithered me constantly as to where I put tools down, and I swear even a few of them "disappeared" for a while, as I was beside myself as to where they went at times. And lo, if they just weren't found later, exactly where I looked. And too, the tools were strewn all over the place, and mixed among meal making materiel in the kitchen area. Well done perps for fucking the absolute shit out of me. And as I came to learn, they also like to hack the shit out of me when I switch tools, say from one to another, either to finish a cut or drillhole, or when they have me hop to another task. A new perp interest as I came to know.

I also put a new steel stud in to support the drywall opening, and I had never worked with such a material before. And did the perps ever work me over with intense adversity over that one to the point of screaming at the assholes for dithering the utter shit out of me. I wasn't controlled, I would of finished the job and sold off all my tools, I was that pissed with the deal. Coming from a tool geek no less.


01-31-2019
Two appointments in one day; the dental surgeon pulled the stitches from my mouth two weeks after the implant anchors were set in my jaw. All is well on that front, and no Psychopathic intrusions or fuckery [read on though].

Tthen in the afternoon, an biennial optometry exam; to my surprise, especially given the ongoing maser and startlight games, my vision is slightly better after two years since my last visit. No new Rx lenses needed, and I even got my eyeglasses fixed again, as they were never right even after four visits back then. Finally they sit evenly on my face....

And to screw all things going well, why this here PC still won't play music over the OPPO (DAC) and then to the amplfier, the only sound system that I have been enjoying for the past two years. All my audio goes through the same sound system; internet, disc, or music files. As mentioned in a  previous blog posting, the perp assholes have taken it upon themselves to force me to listen to anything online through my headphones only, a piss off to say the least. But it is perhaps their way of saying, "get a music server", something I have been thinking about for the past 10 years after experiencing the intense vexation brought on by Microsoft, the NAS racket, and then "just" add a tablet or phone.

I just don't understand why most of the audio electronics industry has their head up their ass on this one, and persistently so. My notion is to have a single integrated device; put a hard drive (dumping the NAS connectivity stupidity) in a dedicated stereo component with a sensible user interface (forget the cell phone interface, not to mention the outrageous EMF from WiFi), display all the digital music in various ways (artist, album, folder etc) and perhaps add in internet "radio" stations and call it done. Of all the 300 or so music system vendors, about 3 of them get it for under $3k. Another 10 or so from there to $10K or more. (One such audio electronics who offers a 20 year warranty, has a single line well down in the product literature, offering this as an option; like, "psst, even if you paid $4k for this audio computer, you can add in a hard drive if you like".) This is fucking absurd from the usability perspective. Which then begs the question as to why so many apparently sensible minded electronics equipment manufacturers have got it so wrong, and develop the streaming only (live internet) devices? Like WTF; force the customer buy a NAS (another computer) and have the said hardware vendor drop FLAC file support (my experience) and then have the NAS not connect properly with the streaming device and a myriad of connection and usability issues (my experience), and to then abandon design management of the user interface (another round of usability) and leave it to Apple and Android apps (a third computer). Can we say software and hardware contingency hell?

Apart from Sony and Novatronics, both under $2k, I have never known an industry to get it so totally backwards in such wholesale numbers and too, abandon their essential principles of designing and developing usable consumer music electronics. And we haven't got to cinema yet. And to then further obscure the meaning of a server, streamer and conflate them and misdirect customers in every which way. It all tells me they are getting jerked by the same chain.

A round of administrative fuckery is in progress, and it seems there is no sensible reason for my former employer to withhold my vital work record, a Record of Employment or ROE, the essential document for getting unemployment benefits. And what is the point of that, save to jerk my ass ass around needlessly? The work came to an end as the job was completed, there was no antagonism from either party, and all was copesthetic. This document was due to be submitted Dec. 19 arguably, Jan. 05 for sure. I spoke with the right accounting person on the phone, I obtained my work record from him, (but not the official version), and he said he would get it done. I asked to be paid out for my holiday pay, and he did as part of the regular month end pay cycle. I phoned him up the two days later and asked for my ROE again, and he said he was "sorry", as the electronic submission program wasn't working and he would go downtown and get the paper version. I phone my former foreman and asked him to ask on my behalf, and he said he would make it happen that day. Yeah right. And that was the last I heard from him.

So after looking up the public procedures on this, I went to the government office and asked for a "Request for ROE" form, as it "happened" I could not print it from the government website as the PDF file was missing. The office couldn't provide it either, but would submit an electronic version. So... an 60 minute wait in the office until I could be served. This became a "circle stalking" as it seemed to be one big stake out for the stalkers to arrive in turn and take the seats around me that "happened" to be in a 12' circle. But first was this E Indian male, just sitting there, who later moved to loiter protractedly at the windows, and in long standing gangstalking tradition (since 04-2002 for me), the E Indian Fuckwit slowly moved around, and did his "just standing there" routine in different lighting situations. That he was ahead of me (the only person) and appeared to have no business dealings (wasn't called by the staff), spells ANOTHER FUCKING STALKER in capitals.

The circle stalk brought on various and sundry gangstalking thematics. More E Indians, then a couple, one of whom was Scottish (do I ever loathe Scottish accents), then five very brown Mexicans came in, seeming to get their visas authorized, and then a cripple. Yet again, I was kept captive in a public waiting area. As if all the waits for city buses and public transportation (and the assorted freaks show that was) from 2003 to 2012 wasn't sufficient.

Finally I got a government clerk who wrote up my file, asked all the relevant questions and submitted the "Request for an ROE" on the government system. I asked what action was going to be taken, and was told someone from the government office would speak to the party that was withholding the document. I didn't say it, but how fucking lame is that? And why do we put so much trust in a party that has nothing to lose, and if they want to screw someone around (reason or not), why, they just don't do anything. I can imagine many, many employee "layoffs" are very antagonistic, and withholding documentation would be par for the course. So why is this lame-assed system so entrenched as it has been? How about a $1000 fine for being over due, and have it accumulate by that rate every four weeks. That should change employer compliance behavior dramatically. As to how long this insane and unnecessary administrative obstructive fuckery is going to persist, I have no idea. But when it comes to normal things going wrong, or gone perversely, there is only one party in my existence that manages this, and it is the same assholes who relentlessly interfere with everything that comes my way, or that I touch, hear (audio "issues" per above), or that I see.

Perhaps I should quit being nice and name the outfit and the obstructing Fuckwit.

02-02-2019
All was well on the dental implant surgery until now, and despite my care and attention, I "somehow" snagged something at or near my implant surgery two days ago, and only now, a Saturday at 1600h do I feel some pain there. I am due to drive to Bellevue WA tomorrow, a seven hour drive, and see the ADD doctor the next day, and then turn around and drive back. The timing of this assault, and delayed reaction cannot be a coincidence. Here I am, with these plans in place, going to the US, and the Psychopaths pull this shit. A $4000 surgery, and the Assholes somehow arrange it to get snagged on a toothbrush for crissakes. We shall see how this plays out, but it would not surprise me that I spend the next two days in excruciating pain while captive to my travel plans. Well done assholes.

And for the record, I wouldn't be going to Bellevue WA if the local shrink wasn't such a weirdo. As I mentioned in a prior blog, if the shrink is stranger than the patient, then run the other way. Which I did, but forced this much more expensive traveling situation, now the third in 8 months. And having lived in Everett and Seattle, why, I am not too surprised that the Pschopaths have arranged this feint to send me back to the Puget Sound region. And the US Border Patrol have been dutiful and decent and let me in without doing their gun pulling shit for no reason as "happened" in 2003, suggests the perps need this more than I do. And for the record, I make no move to re-visit any of the cast of characters that I came to know in those days, 199-2003, particularly the femme-de-sabotage, Ms. C.

02-04-2002
I will detail the games that went on in the next blog posting, but as it unfolded the next day, there was no dental pain build up. But I shall see the dental surgeon anyhow just to make sure something didn't get messed up, or that the Psychopaths exploit this for further gain. Stay tuned.

Thwarting Tool Use

01-14-2019
I don't know what it is about tool use, but the just love to screw me around, especially if it is a new one. Forced fumbling and fuckups, pressing the wrong button, or the only button the wrong way, you name it, they just grind the piss out of me. All to infuriate me no end.

A variant of this is to have the tool fuck up, which is why I never buy cheap ones as they always exacerbate the imposed adversity. Or, more accurately, they are exploited for their weaknesses to make it more problematic, from bit or disc installation, tool use, safety etc. And the assholes are at it again, thwarting me from using my decent cordless 4.5" angle grinder, as the grinder disc "somehow" locks up after being installed with the arbor nut. I take the disc off, and the bare arbor turns just fine.

Like WTF; I have never, ever, experienced something so bizarre as this before, and I know angle grinders reasonably well. I even put the disc on and didn't wrench tighten the arbor nut, just finger tight, and still it won't run. This grinder doesn't even have five hours on it, and "somehow" it just won't run. Needless to say, with the relentless sabotage of everything, I was infuriated beyond words. Why is it the Psychopaths need to obstruct me doing something so fucking basic as using a grinder for 20 minutes? That they are obsessed with rotary tool use is a given, but why now, and why so blatant? And of course, if it runs without a disc on it (bare arbor), but doesn't when there is, just how am I going to get service support? It never fucking ends, this relentless and insane fuckery by way of unconventional sabotage at every turn.

And that spawned an hours long episode on researching a better grinder, and lo, if there wasn't one that recently released. And lo, if it wasn't $220, about 3x what I paid for the one I have. All to get a better handle, one that I can safely grasp, and a paddle switch instead of the unsafe slider switch. I passed on the upgrade as it just wasn't worth it for the little that I use the tool.

Yoga; an almost new crew yet again even if it the regular Monday night hot yoga class I attend. A near full room of yogis as I predicted, as they like to jump on me when I get back after my extended absences.

01-15-2019
I finally got the angle grinder running; I got hit with a major mind fuck and didn't have the arbor nut in place, "forgetting it" as it was conveniently buried underneath something in the dedicated tool box. Well done assholes.

All to grind a 1" wide end of a pry bar, but the rigid disk sucked so bad and was heating up the work, so I looked online. That became a two hour episode of looking at youtube, but I did learn that zirconia abrasive flap wheels do a good job on metals. So more online research as to where to get these in town, and I set off. I was gangstalked up the asshole enroute, but got to where I wanted and it wasn't too bad. It took at least 20 minutes to sort through the various grits and sizes with the store assistant, as it "just seemed" that their selection was rather poor for the 4.5" size. Anyhow, I got 4.5" and a 5" sizes in two grits, and lo, they worked great and sharpened the tool up in 20 seconds, even if the 5" size was getting a little sketchy on the safety aspect. And minimal heating of the work, a total bonus and not having to dip it in water every 20 seconds.The rigid resin disc would of taken at least 10 minutes of grinding, and 5 minutes of heat abatement. Wonders never cease; I was finally allowed to up my game in using an angle grinder for coarse sharpening. And when being kept in a world of forced delays, ditherings, fuck-ups, re-work, putzings and other interference, discovering the utility and efficiency of zirconia grit flap disks for grinding metal is truly stunning.

01-17-2017
Dental surgery today; "only" two hours instead of 3.5 hours last time when they did the prior sinus lift and bone graft. I suppose having an E. Indian male dental surgeon, as in brown skinned, was a big deal for the perps as I don't normally encounter anyone that close for so long, let alone another skin color. This dental visit was to get the anchors installed in my jaw for the eventual placement of implant teeth that will mounted once the anchors knit to the jawbone.

I had to then go out and get my Rx filled, and was duly covered by a surfeit of gangstalkers on my ass, including three LD staff in a swarm from two aisles and in two directions, pretending this ersatz confluence of independently working staff members "happened" to erupt all within 5 seconds (and in front of me) was a "coincidence" for crissakes.

01-21-2019
Finally got my resume off that I had been working on for a week. All these "interuptions" keep happening, or else I get distracted. I have never had so many "distractions" in all my life since this reign of abuse came down 04-2002. Funny how so many things changed that day, and ever since, now closing in on 18 years of this insane abuse-athon.

One of my commercial cabinet firm colleagues came by over the past two days to help me install the 13.5' of counter top that was freely available from the job back in December. He and I hauled counter tops to his place too, as well as other material that was to be thrown out had we not rescued it. Nothing new in the construction business, but I will only take items that are given to me. My colleague not only had the experience, but also other tools, so it was worthwhile to pay him something as I am sure it would of been a 5x longer and an exercise in constant mind-fuckery, tool failure, wrong cuts and every other possible imaginable disaster of personal sabotage the perps could of dreamed up. As it was, one cut-out in the counter for a center wire port was too big, and that was "me" doing the measuring. In quotes, because I knew something was wrong when I measured it, and yet I couldn't (and strangely) get my head around it at the time. Not too big of a open gap in the counter top, but the assholes will NEVER let me do a good job when that is all I want to do. An exercise in vexation to the highest degree, and they make it worst when starting a new endeavor.

And all the three months on the construction job last year using battery powered drills and impact drivers, and still they won't let me operate the switch correctly at least half the time. It is the horizontal slider switch with four positions, the outer two being on (fully moved to the L or R for forward or reverse respectively), or a position inboard on each side for off. I cannot recount how many times in a day they fucked me out of having it reverse when I wanted forward, (or vice versa), or off when I wanted on (and vice versa) or else screwed me out of re-setting the switch when I knew what my next use was. And of course, it wasn't enough to screw me using my own drill, but when using others' too. And for the record, all of the power drills use the identical format of the switch positions, and the switch being in the same horizontal configuration. (The excuse of a differing ergonomic design between drill manufacturers doesn't wash as a reason for fumbling with the switch as often as it "happened"). So yes, using a portable drill extensively was new, but I had used them on and off for some years. So why the relentless fuckery and sabotage all day long for three months over using a drill? (Actually two tools, an impact driver and a drill, both from the same manufacturer and with the same switch mechanism). And yes, the assholes were at it again the past two days when helping out on this counter top installation at my residence.

That the place got turned upside down for 1.5 days surely served the perp's games, as well as the many trips in and out to do cutting work, and then hauling the heavy counter tops back and forth. Then using the three tables that were displaced was also of some interest to the perps, but I have long given up on the minutiae of what disruption they planned serves what purpose.

After my colleague departed about noon Sunday, the perps went berserk and sabotaged the shit out of me in my own place. Forced hand openings to have me drop things right and left, dumping food on the floor, sending me to the wrong location in my very small kitchen etc. All to infuriate the shit out of me, presumably to make up for the fact they weren't doing this while my colleague was here. 

There has been a decided increase in gangstalking and obstruction fuckery this past week, the first full week since returning from Victoria. Is that how they say "Happy New Year" in perp-speak?

Glassware Sabotage

03-20-2017
And what is it about glassware that so interests the perps? From glass bottles to glass storage vessels, they are totally besotted. So much so in fact, the assholes punched a hole in my borosilicate glass Bodum vessel. It is just the perfect size to grasp, and serves to keep half my smoothie in for the next day. BUT FOR SOME REASON the assholes needed to break it, this time surreptitiously, as they didn't cause me to fumble or drop it, their usual routine so to blame the victim. None of that; I cleaned it, put it in the rack, and looked at it a while later, and lo, if the assholes didn't put a hole in it, pictured below. No glass pieces to be found in the sink or anywhere and more unusually, no cuts, aka, bloodletting, one of their all time favorite jerkarounds.  And what is the meaning of that for crissakes? All to change up the vessel I suppose, and too, change the design as I don't see these straight sided vessels available any more. Who knows, maybe the new ones come from a different factory too, and that fascinates the perps too.

Long time regular readers will know that they pulled this shit over my Bodum coffee maker about three years ago, and as part of it, had my mother's one drop out of the cupboard and smash, all so I could recover the hardware parts. Later, I took her hardware parts and mated them to my same sized coffee maker, to re-construct a coffee maker with different generations of parts, vessel, handle, stem, filter and lid. Then a year later they fucked me out of drinking coffee with the invoked pissing problem.

 Anyhow, Monday night yoga stalk wasn't quite the "squeeze together" show of last week, and the dude count was down to 4, from six. They put the blonde babe back on again, this time at the other side of the room, not beside me like three weeks ago when she was last there as a major distraction. In the lobby after class, she came to "visit" in all her gorgeous legs, (wearing shorts) while I was putting on my footwear, strutting about and making sure I saw her in all her majesty. Then they inserted the regular stalker dude following her, the one who hangs around me and "happened" to be on door stunt duty last week.  That is, the one who was on the other side of the door of the practice room when I opened last week, a regular stalk-stunt that "happens" far too often to be coincidence. Now that the cold weather has abated, I must devise a way to get the hell out of the yoga lobby area faster, so these loitering Fuckwits don't have a chance to put on their show. But one can readily figure out their countering ploy; instead of letting me leave the class first or second, with everyone hanging back for some weird reason, they will suddenly start hurriedly leaving and block my egress. It is worth a try, just to see if the mass stalking behavior suddenly changes.

03-24-2017

Pruning vines all day yesterday, and today. The good news is that we have finished pruning the some 30 acres, finishing late today. In characteristic fashion the perps sabotaged my electric pruner set yesterday morning, just after the morning break. The electric pruners had been working fine the day before, and for the first two hours. Then it just plain conked out. Classic perp timing; when 80-90% done, the essential tool craps out. So I used hand pruners (secateurs) and loppers to do the job, including all today. So I was the one of five without the red vest with its integral battery pack, and of course, no electric cutting tool. And what was that all about? Four of the five of us have identical models, all purchased at the same time last year, and all of them held up fine except for the set that I had. (We each kept the same set each day). So what was that piece of sabotage all about? In past experience, the assholes have multiple aims; no red garment (vest), no battery pack on my back, no EMF discharge from the cutting tool, use of different hand, wrist and arm muscles in manual application of pruning tools etc. All while the rest of crew kept going with using their electric pruners of course. All fascinating comparative details if you are a perp Psychopath and have been hounding the victim for nearly 15 years as to what color of garments one wears, proximity to electric energy fields and EMF pulses. And all the better while pruning, as in cutting plant material, another perp preoccupation that has been evident early on since they first went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.

And I suppose, when one reads "The Secret Life of Plants", and finds that plants have a electro-sensitivity to adjacent plants being harmed, it seems to add the perp need to discover something about plant-human (psychic?) interactions. Lets see; human have been plant tending for 10,000 years, and assuming the Psychopaths (perps) were present then, then why in the fuck have they rounded on me in this macabre nonconsensual human experimentation project, after arming me with a battery pack and an electric pruning tool, and as a job, pruning vines for a living? I don't know, and I am sure a lot of abetting assholes (scum-inals in my parlance), who do know.

And what was with the cough-stalking with my crew members today? Four of the five of them broke into coughing while proximate to me, plus a few well timed sneezes. And fakey coughs too. The boss man had a cough all day long and had an unerring knack of timing his coughing just as I put the manual pruners around the vine cane I was about to cut. Another piece of adroit cough timing was when I had just made a pruning decision as to what to cut. So do they sign up to be invaded so they are forced to cough at the exact moment that is perp preferred?

Onto another current beef; I have been trying to sell my Camry for two months now, and so far I have got three text/email responses and one person came and saw it, but didn't buy it. Today another (rare) call, and a tentative meeting, but she phones at the appointed time to say she cannot make it. At least she phoned, unlike other no-shows. Other prominent sale blockages of the long past include real estate and lo, if I didn't lose a bundle in a stable, if not, rising market. Never mind been hung out to dry for a year.

03-25-2017

After three weeks, my RCA interconnect cables arrive in the mail, precipitated by a solder "failure" that self erupted inside the RCA plug housing of my extant cables. It took a 10 days for "Express" mail to make it from MN to BC. Then to add insult to injury, the landlady kept the package overnight and dropped it off this (Saturday) morning when I was out attending to laundry. Given the need the perps have to mess with connecting cables, including driving (vehicular gangstalking) all those phone and internet service vehicles around me, why should be I surprised?

03-26-2017

The perp's need to add the "running Fuckwit" gangstalkers was finally revealed to me. These are the seeming (out of place) idiots who are arranged to run on the streets in street wear, and do not include the plethora of day-glo runners/joggers out for exercise. The "running Fuckwits" will run on city blocks where there is no bus route, or even on suburban streets where there are no offices. So much for the excuses like running for a bus or late for an appointment. The last-most "running Fuckwit" of note was an E. Indian (from India) running along a suburban secondary arterial in a turban and a suit. No bus route, no nearby stores, incongruous running clothing, so what was the excuse?

Well as it turns out, the basis of aerial flight is the lift provided by the earth's photonic energy field, and not the pressure difference between the lower and upper wing surfaces. Otherwise, an aerobatic aircraft would never fly, as it has a symmetrical wing cross section. Or, aircraft could not fly upside down. More speed begets more lift. So... it would seem the running Fuckwits would be picking up more photonic energy than that of their adjacent gangstalking confreres, and it would seem they want to compare this elevated energy interaction to adjacent other and myself (kept in a densfied magnetic field) in whatever way they do. So you thought the Olympic track and field show was all about athleticism?

A total shut-in day this Sunday, and am still getting motivationally blocked on putting my dopamine paper together so to escalate this multi-faceted problem in search for a doctor that gives a shit. Not forgetting this insane dopamine obstruction theme began in 04-2002 when the assholes shanghai-ed me into hospital and took my dopamine enhancing stimulant medications away (that were very effective) and fed me dopamine agonists (blocking the dopamine and making me MUCH worse). If you think doctors are to help you and are acting in the patient's best interests you are sadly mistaken in my experience. Are we any any further in the West (Canada and the US in this case) than Soviet-style methods of sending state-deemed undesirables into mental hospitals with no due process and for no clinical reason? No. And keep a print out of all your contacts with you, as it saved my ass while in there. And check on what the doctor wrote in the chart (record) before the consult ends, as they will fucking lie to make themselves seem important.

Anyhow, enough of the daily detritus of dealing with Psychopathic Confederacy and screaming at the assholes so I can key what I want instead of having my fingers re-directed. Some 40 years of keyboarding and this is where I am kept.

Biddy Stalk for the Blood Draw

11-09-2015
As mentioned in the previous post, they wouldn't let me sleep and so got me up at 0200h to putz around online for the first time in the prior day. Also, ripping a two CD set seemed to be a big deal for the perps while my online search activities took place. There is something they like about having a spinning disc near me, vehicle included.

I had to get my blood draw by 1000h, and lo, if they didn't force me for an extra hour's sleep to force a "just made it in time" situation at the lab.

And what was with the biddy (geriatric females) stalk while there: one had to get behind me, crossing from my L side at the next wicket to my R side to get the key for the washroom, and then depart. And when she returned, the "need" to have her bllod draw had somehow dissipated. She of the mid blue gortex anorak. And within a minute of the key being returned, why, an fuschia pink anorak wearing biddy came in to obtain said key, on a large fob of identical color to her gaudy jacket. Again, no apparent "need" for a blood draw while I was there.

Then while waiting in the waiting area, two more biddies arrive in sequence with their walkers and both stop immediately in front of me when they normally would of progressed another 7' to the wicket. Another non-biddy woman with a loud mouth joined the fray, and for a few minutes, I have three arranged around me for some curious reason, on the verbal yak-attack. I think that was the biddy count for this blood draw event, always a big deal for the perps it seems. That I wore my new fleece tights for the first time after getting them altered last week was unlikely to be a coincidence.

Yoga this evening, and they kept up the biddy-stalk by putting one in the class. Another hopeless yogi it seemed, doing the victim theme stalk, for whatever the reason. One other semi-regular dude, he on wheezy breathing haflway across the room. The "bob' acts (male hair bobs) were conspicuous by their absence, and thank goodness for that. Some of the regular females are so hopeless at yoga, and have never got better, it makes me wonder why on earth they persist in this more advance class. And if normality were the case, the odd time I go to a Wednesday or Friday class, they are there too. So to extrapolate in the normal world, it would seem they are going 2x or 3x per week while I go 1x per week and I "happen" to meet up with them on these two latter days. Which should mean they are a getting much more practice in and should be well advanced by now, some three years into yoga at this location. But no, they aren't that advanced, which makes we wonder if this whole yoga show isn't a total contrivance each and every time I go.

And one of the regulars is this woman with a baggy ass. And lo, if they didn't put a blonde woman on my R side with a baggy ass too. On my immediate L, a younger blonde woman and one mat past her, the regular woman with the baggy ass. I have no idea as to why the perps are so preoccupied with this particular type of derriere, but they sure like me to see it at yoga, where it can be readily identified. And what might be the recruiting call for the perps when they solicit this body feature from the populace? Say, "we need someone with a baggy ass like yours, as the victim doesn't care to view such Unfavored body features, which are best displayed in yoga class. So will you come to stalk him at yoga for us and when we are done, we will tension up your butt so there will be no bagging". Something like that I suppose.

And for some curious reason, the perps injected me with a blah feeling after yoga, which has never been the case until now. And I wonder what they are up to; a once only event or are they starting to move me out of there for reasons known only to themselves? Or is this yet another selective dopamine shutdown? Time will tell.

11-11-2015
Remembrance Day here, a national holiday to remember those who perished in war. A work day though, as I was on this construction job at the vineyard I have worked in the past, as they needed an extra body to clean up water and gravel  in this pool structure. As it was walled off, I had to enter via these formed stairs and use shovels, a vacuum cleaner and buckets to remove this brown muddy water and dump it 4' outside of the wall. I suppose there was an element of victim touring in this, as a few parties came out to visit the construction. And too, a female construction worker who I find especially attractive and she was even smiling and spoke to me a few times, different than her past head down avoidant behavior. I suppose she is on the slow-intro path, different than other attractive women who have been injected into my work site this past year, who have been friendly at first and then turn it down, as in avoidant and chilly for no seeming reason the next time I encounter them. What the perps get from running the friendly-then-not-so-friendly angle versus the not-so-friendly-then-friendly angle I have no idea, but it has been so consistent that it simply becomes part of the ongoing strangeness-sphere.

Said attractive construction worker was in tight denim pants and a large comfy work jacket for much of the day, though it did get warm at times and she was in a T-shirt with partial see-through fabric. And at other times (twice at least), when at "odd" moments I looked up, there she was standing 15' away looking to the horizon for some curious reason. I call this "posing', these strange departures from expectable habit in the context, where someone does the "just stand there" act with a vague ruse of something interesting in the distance. I have long given up in following their "interest",

An ersatz Remembrance Day ceremony at the construction site too; I was vacuuming water below this form work and rebar of a stair way, yet to be poured. One of the guys comes over to tell me that he is shutting down the vacuum cleaner  as it is 11 o'clock. Like WTF "thinks" me, it isn't lunch time. But the perp assholes let me catch up within a few seconds and I climb out of this hole to find the rest of the five crew gathered around the job site radio about to listen to a Remembrance Day ceremony. So yours truly joined this loose assemblage and stood there for the event, while at least two of them were leaning on the concrete walls, also partaking in listening to the ceremony broadcast. Nothing like advance notice, but this too is a much perp managed event.

Anyhow, it was back to standing in 1" of water and gravel and getting the latter out especially, and then later chasing the brown muddy water. And why on earth the perps had me "forget" to wear my gumboots when I knew this was a wet job in advance, with at least three "reminders" to ready my gumboots the evening before.

11-13-2015
A day off, Friday, and not without some perp instigated and needless excitement, all over a oil change for crissakes. My appointment diary had a 1515h appointment for today at the Toyota dealership, but I got a phone message during a nap attack yesterday afternoon, indicating that it was a 1615h appointment, and could I come in earlier, say 1600h. So I assumed I somehow got the time in my diary wrong, though I didn't think so.

I get to the Toyota dealership at 1600h and the desk guy, big gut and bald (three Unfavoreds), tells me it was 1515h. I told him I got a call yesterday which said it was 1600h, and he says he will look into accommodating me. He didn't seem to motivated, even after I pointedly asked, as to who and how I got misled into getting the appointment time wrong. Not did he offer an apology. Anyhow, the deal was still on, and I got my oil changed. Once I got back from my twice skunked shopping in the interim, they put on the cute and gushy counter girl and during the transaction, the aforementioned big-gutted and bald male service person lurked some 7' away. Bring on the cute babe, and have the Unfavored male (usually) loiter nearby. How many times have we done that in this here blog? Said babe had some blue streaks in her hair, none of which I could get a focus on that were at the back of her head.

While I was getting my vehicle serviced, I had two local stores to visit on foot. A specialty grocer was to be where I replenished my zinc supplement that ran out two days ago. And lo, if there wasn't a 20% off sale and the "customers' weren't 10 deep at the two checkouts. Screw that, I have done the checkout obstruction jerk arounds some hundreds of times on this non-stop abuse-athon.

Then up the road to get to a place that had model paints, as I wanted some clear coat to cover the identifying annotation I put on my diamond whetstones (particle micron size, roughness). I attempted to do this with the last set but the nail acrylic wore off in short order, and I was reduced to re-writing the annotation with a sharpie. This simple act of keeping my two whetstones readily identifiable is yet another ongoing pissing match with the perps for at least two years running. All abetted by the manufacturer's seeming inability to do this at the factory. Yet again, a totally trivial event/task becomes a long running game of asinine and pointless fuckery. And lo, it seems the model paint and detailing business hadn't been taken over by another, and no remnant of it whatsoever.

Another pissing match today was that the perps screwed me out of taking my bed-sheets with the rest of my laundry to the laundromat this morning. It is totally standard that I take my bed-sheets to the laundry each week, and yet the perps have pulled at least 8 "forgets" on this account in the last six months. And what is the fucking deal over that? But as they the perps have been totally obsessed over my laundry, my detergents, the color and type of washing machine and the rest of the limitless physical and chemical parameters they seem to know and study., screwing me over my laundry contents is nothing new. Long past laundry games since 04-2002 have included theft, (and once even, the thief wearing my shirt), stalled washing loads, garment sabotage, no water supply to the washing machine and likely a few others that I cannot recall. Never mind the extra gangstalking too.

And somehow the still wet items that had to be re-laundered with different detergent because of a lint attack were in my vehicle when the oil got changed. And out of the deal, my black fleece work scarf got "lost". And the black toque I always wear with it somehow didn't get laundered as I found it on the floor when I returned to unload the washing machines. Like WTF; in the leas I should of stepped on it, never mind noticing it, and somehow it escaped this oversight. Needless to say, I am normally on high alert for dropped things at laundromats as it "happens" all too often while there.

11-14-2015
Attending to wine-making; the perps DO love me when taking measurements (volume of wine additive), and one of the owners was downstairs for the day doing paper work and watching hokey movies as well. Lots of rain today, but little wind, and this must be at least two weeks of dingy cloudy overcast weather, which gets on my nerves and especially so when the dinged-hour sets in about 1600h these days. Still five weeks until the winter solstice, and it would seem the perps want to increase the seasonal dinginess this year. I suspect there is a melatonin-dopamine interaction they are looking to remotely detect. Though light conditions and sources of are of intense interest to them, especially given the propensity of light bulbs to go.

11-15-2015
Sunday, and nothing on tap; I was going to work out at the recreational center but that turned to naught as I suddenly became demotivated later. I haven't worked out in six months or so, and I have the time to do it, and it doesn't "happen". Another one of those managed states/events it would seem. A shut-in day as it turns out.

More dingy weather, and the perps sacked me for a two hour nap attack this afternoon while reading and interesting ADD blog site, one that I later returned to this evening. It has to be the third time this week they sprung a mid-afternoon nap to have me awaken in much dingier ambient light conditions. And for the record, and especially today, I have no intrinsic need for these extended sleeps and don't run a sleep deficit.

More interesting reading of JFK; the CIA, Vietnam and the Plot to Assassinate John F Kennedy by Fletcher Prouty and the lead up to the Vietnam War, and how President Johnson essentially reversed Kennedy's intent to have US troops fully depart by 1995. And how was it that the Secret Service in Dallas was so remiss in attending their normal protocols of providing security Nov. 22, 1963? And the entire JFK cabinet was in in enroute to Tokyo when they heard the assassination news, and returned to Honolulu thereafter. And even the author, was in New Zealand at the time, far removed from his usual duties, and when he put the time change and the news release there in context, the newspapers had LHO's biographical details and listed him as the assassin before any news release anywhere. And too, the elaborate and continuing deception and cover up games that go on to this day; who has the capacity to do all of this, never mind the Warren Commission made to be an abject exercise in prescribed futility. Talk about a major history revision. I have long come to the conclusion that war is yet another element of the perps' imperative of studying the human race and whatever quantum cosmological constants they are looking for.

Anyhow, I should get this posted lest this lapse another week as the demotivation impositions seem to be coming more prevalent of late.

Milka Bar Emulation

09-15-2014
I  had tea and two 100g Milka bars before heading off to yoga.

The instructor pixie was in good form, and I haven't had a class with her for 4 weeks due to holidays and instructor substitution. Only three class members, which is most strange as there has been 10 to 15 regularly. One Fat Lady in leopard skin outfit for crissake, and the woman with the near square ass. the Fat Lady has been three times before, and I assume is a new regular member of the yoga gangstalking scene. She has an unerring knack of putting her coat next to mine on the rack, it being 3' long and with no other coats. She has pulled this each time, aided by all the others in the class and the next class following in not using the coat rack for some strange reason.

Anyhow, on the way back from yoga class there is this kid running down the road in the the opposite lane, some 4' from the yellow center-line. Strange to be sure, as I routinely get jaywalkers, but no, this kid was running straight down the street toward me. As I get closer I see he is a negro with a lavender colored sweater on and black pants. And have we not done this before, dressing up a negro in the same clothing top color as a Milka chocolate bar with prior consumption (just before yoga) of the same?

Why yes, we have, perhaps a year ago now, four blocks away on this same street a pedestrian negro woman in a lavender sweater or coat and a black skirt, "happened" to be at the corner when I arrived in my vehicle on my way to work one morning. I waited for her to cross in front of me, and when done, I pulled away, crossing paths in the all too-common gangstalking action. Only 1.5 hours earlier I had consumed a Milka chocolate bar with the identical lavender color packaging with breakfast, my then common food for that time, eaten while drinking my coffee. As mentioned in the past, negroes are rare as hen's teeth here, and I find it to be an astonishing coincidence they are dressed in identical colors to that of a Milka chocolate bar packaging having consumed same 1 to 2 hours earlier.

At work, a trip to the local dump, meaning landfill/recycling center with the boss. He isn't good for much manual labor, so I do the heavy lifting for him. We were also hauling a Uhaul trailer that he had used to bring up more belongiings from Vancouver. And so I got to drive to each part of it; refuse (everything else), metals, papers, wood, cardboard, e-waste, etc. That we spent 30 min. for it to open up at 1000h wasn't a fluke either, as the perps like to keep me in place, as much as they like to parade garbage trucks past me or drive over my parking location at this residence. And today, I got to visit the dump itself, sans intermediary garbage trucks. Two weeks ago they had three garbage trucks in file ahead of me in the organized vehicular gangstalk along with other vehicles. So perhaps they are "getting their garbage on", so to speak.

09-16-2014
It was a Tuesday that should of been a Monday. The forklift, new to the vineyard, is to be the means to put unneeded items in a shipping container some 200`away. And so I did my very first fork-lifting, picking up a piece of filtration equipment that isn't working and won't be used for wine-making in the coming months. All went well, though I am much slower than an experienced driver and the perps scrambled me at least twice on each lever, the lift and the mast angle (tipping back to make the load more secure). And yes, there is much more to it than meets the eye, but I suppose if the perps have had me covetous of fork-lifting and driving one for the the past six years, this was a big day for them. And so it was, I even unloaded it into the shipping container and backed it up to then move the wheeled item into the container. When I went to restart the forklift, why it wouldn't restart, and its barely-there battery gave up. The good news was that it wasn't blocking the driveway or anything else important, though the bad news was that it was unavailable for other activities were planned.

So I had to do a lot of hand hauling, moving 1000L wine tanks on a pallet jack not meant for rough ground, and with a small adverse incline.

And while later, I broke a bottle of wine, which made a mess, which invited the fruit flies to buzz around me even if it was all cleaned up.

Then the power washer wouldn't start, and have I mentioned how often power washers go wrong in my proximity? (Many of the shift keys are doing something odd, so there won`t be much correct grammar). Probably not this year, but with two down, and a third one that was repaired this spring, I was due to take on a fourth one. It worked, and then I shut it down, and then attempted to restart it and it would start, either electrically or manually (engine pump runs on gasoline, but the heater for the power washer runs on diesel.

Tonight, I am totally tired for some reason, as I usually recover quickly from manual labor.

09-17-2014
A this-and-that day after a morning consult with the boss about how he wants to make the Pinot Blanc wine for 2014. He wants to add a non-fermentable sugar after it has fermented to dryness. (No residual sugar). I have been telling him to reserve some 15% of the juice and put it in a freezer until March or so and then add it back in to sweeten the wine, then use a sterile filter to stop any further yeast action. This way, all the luscious fruit flavors come into play, as well as the accompanying aromatics. He said no, for no good reason, even if he has a friendly farm neighbor who keeps a cooler running over winter for his apple storage. I must say my boss is very inventive and fluent with excuses, though he sometimes gets the facts blurred and merges two years' worth of relevant events and makes is seem a cogent rationale. I term his ability as a "good denial skill set". Like today, and to top it off he flagrantly brags that our Pinot Blanc is better than xzy's. I did not remind him that they won a Lieutenant Governor General's award for their Pinot Blanc last year and although we didn't compete then, our two recent competitions drew no awards. The funny thing is that he thinks he is convincing, when he isn't, especially when he does artful fact merging from two separate vintages of the same wine. In other words, I hit the wall in terms of making rational progress.

My boss also told me that we might have 8 tons of low sugar grapes from one section as it gets less sun than the rest of the vineyard. It is at 14 Brix when 18 Brix is the usual acceptable minimum. I also reminded him that this is common in Germany, and if they don't make sekt (like champagne), they take a "sweet reserve" and add it back in before bottling to counter the higher acid, just like I mentioned in the above paragraph. And still he wouldn't budge for no good reason, and the one that he gave was a total BS stunt. And why is it I get so very many bosses, (some 20 in number over the years) who sit there like stick-in-the-muds for no good reason and obstruct reasonable (to me) forward progress? And ditto for the ex, some 20 years worth of being a "power ditz" especially when it was clear that a new direction was in order. I just don't get it as to why I am surrounded with sandbags, a term from the dictionary to mean obstructing, usually by stealth.

The boss pulled a total rude-ass help himself stunt this morning, choreographed to the micro-second. He was in the house and I pulled up in the ATV outside the house to get some of his supplies he needed. While getting the supplies, he emerges from the house, getting in my way, and puts his coat on while his back was facing me, and then turns around and gets into the ATV driver's seat while it was still running. Obviously I left it there idling in the driveway for a brief stop, which it was, and he then takes over and tells me to hop in. Fucking rude, and just one more of the same I get in public.

09-18-2014
There was to be big rain today, but only fairy spatters, one when the son-in-law came with the 500L wine tank he borrowed, covered in a green (polyethelene) tarp. And tarps have been the rage today, and yesterday. So many things to cover up and then others that are shredded after one year outside and needed to be disposed of at the dump (Monday, per above mentioned trip there). I had to pack a number of them away this morning in plastic boxes inside the shipping container, identical color and make of tarp.

The winery supply technical expert was strangely terse over the phone today and yesterday. I asked about pectic enzymes of which there are some 15 products they sell, and she says to use the one we used last year. Well we could, but there are some identified for white wine, what we will be making mostly, and might these be more appropriate? And it was two years ago when we last purchased pectic enzyme, so are there any other products that might be better? I had three of these "tersities" (from the word terse; adjective,1.effectively concise; brief and pithy, as language. or 2.abruptly concise; curt; brusque). Anyhow, she did spoof me once last year over something unrelated to the above phone discussions, so call her done; I do the research on wine making products and I call in my order. End of the enological educational component coming from her direction.

And what is it that serves the perps for the above stage shows that are so consistent; friendly and helpful at first (meeting in person no less in 2012), and then over three vintages, the arrangement becomes more perfunctory (defn.adjective 1. performed merely as a routine duty; hasty and superficial: 2. lacking interest, care, or enthusiasm; indifferent or apathetic).

And of course along the way, someone might mention her name, and the trajectory is such that someone who I once thought of a valued information source becomes more of an order taker.

I got hit with an hour nap attack this evening; I had read some of the book, "The Fabric of Reality" by David Deutch, and was reading a few sections I found interesting, (not starting at the beginning), and this wave of de-energization came over me as I digested some of the snippets of interesting quantum energy, multi-universes etc. And have I not complained about nap attacks coming when I start into a book, particularly if it is germane to the perp's objectives, or in the field of viticulture where I now hang my hat? Why, it was the last posting (last week).

09-19-2014
Payday and at the ATM today it was unlike the last two identical visits where there was no gangstalkers for the only two times they haven't covered me at an ATM in over 12 years. Why, a jocular male cluster arrived behind me at the ATM, when depositing a paycheck and getting some cash out. This is what I call a "cheersing" stunt (after the show Cheers) where they just "happen" to come across long lost pals, and cut into jokes and the like. If that wasn't ridiculous enough, one of them, the native Indian, tailed me out of the bank and to my vehicle where he "happened" to meet another long lost pal, replete with a handshake. A repeat of the exercise (in part) inside, now outside and while I was seated at my vehicle, getting ready to back it up into the lane.

The seamstress didn't get my ripped sheet mended even if she promised it would be done in a week. Am I supposed to believe this pathetic excuse, "I saw your car driving by and I had just started it"? Yes, it was out, but nothing got done and how do you know which car I drive, and how did you know I was going to stop (further along)?

Some more digging in picking (apples) bins at work. All this exotic hardware and supplies, e.g. two dimensional materials (TDM), and I am supposed to know what to do with it? The spouse came out to help me, so at least some things were identified, but these little furnaces, metering devices, blending devices etc. were from a past when he was working on nano-materials in Texas.

09-20-2014
A 2-4D herbicide stink from 20' of lawn that I cross to my vehicle or back. And lo, dandelions are growing strange with helical stems. And it is true that 2-4D does not harm grasses (mono-cotyledons, monocots for short) in the botanical parlance), but will accelerate growth enough to cause di-cotyledons (most all other plants) to accelerate growth. (What do you think is in those magic substances to help your plants grow for your vegetable garden?) Anyhow, the perps have a serious minded herbicidal effects objective in their program, and I have made note of it in some blog postings. Though to be fair it doesn't happen every day that I know of.

A strange repeat of plasmic striations, today, this time while in the foul plume of a older VW diesel as I exited the specialty foods store. Said asshole who drove it "happened" to be waiting for this big opportunity, as he exited the store when I arrived. He didn't return and tail me inside, but instead sat in his vehicle for the 10 minutes while I was inside, and timed crossing my path with the plume of particulate emissions and odors that is the hallmark of older diesel vehicle engines. And while this "happened" these 45 degree purple plasmic striations erupted around me, and tailed me into my vehicle. There were much brighter than the "usual" venetian blind like patterns that I get, as each striation was regularly discontinuous; 4" of plasmic light about 3mm wide with a 4" break in this pencil line of light, and then a lighted section, alternating. And there were at least 8-10 pefectly parallel striations high. They covered me with this identical set of beams the day before while entering my residence.

09-21-2014
One more day to the fall Equinox, always a little more perp activity then. Certain moon phases will also drive the perps to greater excess as well. Anything that perturbs the gravitational, electrical, magnetic or light conditions will have them going extra silly, along with their augmentations like training headlight beams on me when outside, and so many businesses keeping their outside lighting on in the daytime of late. Will any prominent scientist publicly and flatly declare that we live in an energetic ether, and will our dear psychopathic closet dwelling abusers ever allow this to happen? Don't count on it, as Einstein didn't want to further discuss orgone energy with his fellow expatriate Wilhelm Reich after their two meetings they had in the land of the free and brave, USA. A man of Einstein's curiousity with genius level mathematical chops could of hit another home run in his latter years, but he ducked it. Ho hum.

All Wilhelm Reich wanted was others to verify his results, (where is the truth?) and so few physicists have taken up the cause. I could go on about this topic of theoretic physics and the litany of cancer (Feynman, DePalma), murder (Mallove), accidents (Willick) that lurks in the shadows, though not just in that business, but I will let my readership follow their own instincts and hopefully my links (here) will be sufficient to prompt individual inquiry. Another "parking lot" of the theoretical physicists is the "get no respect" theme, e.g. Russian scientists such as Koyrezev, Grebennikov, though Pons and Fleischman in the West got the rabid discreditation treatment when they should of got a Nobel Prize. Ho  hum.

Caveat; all of the above links were cherry picked to some extent, and it is incumbent upon readers to do their own corroborative investigation. Another caveat; Wikipedia isn't the last word either, the site that removed "gangstalking" as an entry. I suppose they wanted to be the universal encyclopedia and felt this would besmirch their name. Such is the sell-out of success, no stranger to any of the above researchers mentioned.

Some pics from a recent download from my camera; breaking up the head band plastic takes particular dedication as it isn't exposed to much force, but "somehow" (yet again, now 10x over three different pairs) the headband is breaking up. This pair also got sabotaged two years earlier and had to be sent away to get one driver replaced. Little fissure cracks on the upper headband, and one big break in the lower headband, but still wearable. No known force or malicious methods were applied, as I take care of my belongings because I am kept in the barely-making-it economic tier.

And this is a house they are building down the street, eight houses away; note that it is an old roof on a new structure, as well as being too short. There are no connections to the vents on the roof either. Unbeliveable but true, unless there is some rational explanation for this.

Enough for this week, onto posting.




 

Strange Question

07-22-2013
I was asked by the boss at work as to whether I want to take a holiday. Like WTF; an understaffed vineyard and winery behind on tucking, thinning, laterals removals, sucker removals (shoots below the head of the trunk to the ground), and wine filtration and bottling.  And his wife needs back surgery, as she is often a vineyard worker. All of which he is acutely aware.

Maybe he is playing up the financial instability theme again, something that has been going on for at least three months now. Most odd, to make such a suggestion, though Monday morning is about the best time to sort out these longer term issues.

A very hot day, 32C in the shade, and the perps messed with my thermo-regulation and had me fatigued and wasted by 1300h. Lunch revived me some, though I was back in the fatigue zone within an hour. Artfully, the perps had me "forget" to take my hydration electrolytes with me, and so it was filtered water for the day. I find the electrolyte addition to water make a big difference to hot weather survival, though that could be entirely stage managed too. Back before they went overt/berserk on me in 04-2002, I wilted in 26C+ weather.

07-23-2013
It was 34C in the shade today, and now back on electrolyte addition to my drinking water I was doing fine. Some vineyards start at 0600h and finish work at 1400h to avoid prolonged heat exposure. I was doing the hedging again, using the electric shears to top prune just above the highest horizontal wire, done from a moving ATV. The perps love to mess with the shears, and have them cut out and intermittently stop and start to make it a hassle. This "happens" after an hour or too, then the vexation plan follows, usually for a couple of more hours. No power tool, electric or gasoline motor, is allowed to function normally for very long in this TI World, before they mess it up and cause frustration in operating it.

07-24-2013
Full blown sunny today, save for those odd drifting clouds to put on some dimming, arranged for when I completed a row of tucking grape vines, a major perp moment. That is, I reverse direction and attended to the vines on the opposite side of the trellis wire. Any kind of direction reversal, whether driving, vehicular gangstalking or the loopy sidewalk spins the perps do is just too damn exciting for them.

And a doubling or trebling of vehicular gangstalkers at the regular 0630h commute time; the excitement might of been that I was carrying two 10L jugs of gasoline in my trunk, and made a prior phone call to a business to order a replacement knife. I had two of these knives once; one was stolen from my luggage and about two years later, its replacement "somehow" hopped out of its full body sheath. (No hole in the handle for attaching a lanyard then, unlike the current offering. Or else I got a special version that didn't have a lanyard hole). Anyhow, it has become a minor pissing match issue with the perps, but seeing that I don't have a likeable knife in the 4" blade size, it will be handy to fit between the 7" sankotu and the 2.5" paring knives. Likely related to this, and in part causal as it was about the same size, in the first year of harassment/abuse, (2003), I asked Ms. C to pack up my apartment, and lo, my Buck knife and its sheath went missing. What is it about the perps and their obsession over knives and their sharpening and use and having to steal at least three of them in the recent past?

The old E. Indian male, replete with a 14 inch beard, was hanging back at the vineyard at 1500h when I departed. Normally he departs at 1400h, but for some reason he needed to tail me back to the house at 1500h and lounge around when I departed by vehicle. Later (next day), I found that he had resumed tucking vines on the very row I had finished up on.

And this was the after work day for getting a money order at the bank for the above-mentioned knife payment, to be submitted snail mail. An E. Indian male was ahead of me in the queue at the bank, with his 4 yo. child, ending up at the adjacent wicket. But it was me who got the young male E. Indian teller, he of permanent smirk on his face for some reason. Why he had to ask me three times as to what the money order amount was, when he got it right the first time (he wrote in down), was also equally mysterious. And outside the bank tow truck eruption; it seems that a woman who was standing around had locked her keys in the truck with two dogs, and phone for a tow truck. The preponderance of this particular vehicle type in all its extra steel and dual rear tires since the perps went berserk-overt in 045-2002 hasn't gone unnoticed to say the least. Tow trucks seem to be useful for perp gangstalking when towing a vehicle, meaning it has only two wheels on the ground instead of four.

All of the above E. Indian-brown skin activity preceded me going to get my one new Pirelli P4 tire mounted and installed at the tire shop. And we know how berserk the perps are over tires, in all their configurations, not to mention the litany of tire problems (ahem) that I have had over the years, some of it detailed in the last posting. So now, I have a set of P4 tires of different vintages; now three purchased all together, and one a year younger (F, passenger side). And lo, if there wasn't extra brown dressed scooter drivers on the road, crossing my path.

More insane games on the home front yesterday; the blocked toilet with 24 hours of liquid plumber backed up to the rim while plunging it and then went into vortex mode and cleared. A 15 min. cleaning job followed. Then I had a shower and when putting on my shorts, why, they jabbed my small R toe and caused it to bleed, begetting additional cleaning on the very area that was cleaned. All of it was cleaned up with toilet paper, so I would assume they wanted different bodily fluids/substances to flow down the line in discrete groups for some berserk reason.

07-28-2013
A short hike today, maybe 4km, though in near alpine elevations of 1728m. It was at a ski hill, so I had plenty of landmarks to go by. I was all by myself (not counting aircraft and one service truck) for one of the few times ever in the last 11 years of this near constant harassment and abuse. But not far from the beamers, as there were two cell towers up there, plus another aerial mast that had those too-familiar loop antennas. And a flat planar antenna too. The chair lift was inoperative, so no short cuts or sudden arrivals of stalkers. Though, I did get one ski-hill pickup truck travel the service road as the trail paralleled it for the most part. Some grand vistas though, as far as the eye could see.

I got my overhead aircraft noisestalking at least three times during the hike; the high altitude jets, but no contrails. Mixed cloud and some deep grey threatening ones too, having been screwed out of taking my raincoat, it made for extra threat assessment even if by myself. Last week I got screwed out of a hike because a sudden onset of panic over the tall grass and possible rattlesnakes at the beginning of the trail. Three weeks earlier, a hike was aborted because of a bovine bull was looking to stand his ground. One can see that even hiking, much like yoga, gets sabotaged now and again, even if once per week. The perps view strenuous and regular activity to be highly governed and any regular activity must be put off schedule if at all possible.

I wasnt free from cattle manifestations; the perps had me step into a cow pie when I stepped out of my vehicle. I was infuriated as the green goo was realtively fresh, and there is absolutely no way I would of done it myself. The perps controlled what I object to, my internal rules as well, and blanked me out so to facilitate their psychopathic stunt. And I see the green goo is on my new Pirelli P4 tire, so I can imagine having it rotate while driving was the funniest thing they did all week.

And the crapper is still blocked, somehow defying four days of sitting in the water filled pipes and liquid plumber as well. This week past marks the first time they have pulled a toilet obstruction at this new residence since June 01. Anyhow, I shall post this and see what this week brings in the way of imposed adversity and harassment.