Thwarted Intentions Again, and Again

10-14-2014
Working at the vineyard,  and I wanted to start fermentations, but the boss kept me busy all day on crushing more grapes, and still more to go. Why he had to crush three batches of red yesterday, and then have them sit for today, and likely tomorrow is beyond me. One of them was Cab. Sauv, and it got picked way too early, still with a high acid that I will need to reduce somehow. Another make work project no doubt, the perps' specialty

A formal blood sample this morning, and I got to likely view one of the Psychopathic operatives, this 60 y.o. fucker was giving me the stare across the waiting room, and again when I was exiting. And crossing the room from his chair to look at the magazines beside me to shuffle through them and then not select anything. That spells Perp Asshole to me. Bringing in operatives to stare at me no less, while the ten or so "locals", many dressed in red, all had their heads down, per usual. And lo, if they didn't come in red vehicles, a copper colored vehicle, and maybe a brown one too. They take  your health care card as part of their new procedure. Good trick that, having someone's wallet contents while they are in the room.

Yesterday, a job interview at a winery in the Naramata area, and all seemed to go OK, if not leading me to understand that I had the job no less. The job is winery work, called a cellar hand in the jargon of the business. Just before I departed from the current job, a mighty wind sets up in the valley to cover me on my way, while at the interview and on the way back. This being Thanksgiving Day in Canada, about a month earlier than in the US.

I told the boss that I had the job and he seemed all happy about that, as he prompted me to look for cellar hand jobs two weeks ago.

And what is it about the Mexican connection in all of this reign of abuse? I saw Frida, 2x in the severe abuse Fuckover days of 2002, I worked with visa Mexican farm workers in 2009, 2010, 2011 and have a new found interest in Mexican music (at least three different artists, plus LR of last weeks' posting),

10-15-2004
Today, the boss goes pissy on me, I am to turn down the job or I won't be allowed on the property again. I have 24 hours to "think" about it.I know I have mentioned this theme before, but what was the boss thinking if he didn't have a back up plan for my absence? Bizarre.

10-16-2014
This morning, the boss asked me what my decision was, and I said I would go with the job offer, though he somehow "forgot" about his threat.

A total setup/jerkaound over the job offer as a cellar worker at a larger commercial winery this afternoon. Earlier in the week I told the boss that today, a Thursday, would be my last day. And at the 11th hour and about ready to leave for good, why, I check my now (as of this week) functional email via my phone, and lo, there is the fateful email to say that they hired someone else with a whole lot more experience. (When the job ad said high school graduation was sufficient). In other words, I was gamed; a job that I thought I had was withdrawn, never mind the long stream of plantedcognitive notions that supported it all work week. (For example, "what would my first day be like", "will I work morning or afternoon shift", "what gangstalking will be going on there", etc.)

And the mystery of the boss' behavior of promoting a job two weeks ago and then having no apparent back up plan in my absence is now solved. The whole thing was a setup from the get go. I had no intention of applying for a cellar hand job after early September because I didn't want to leave him high and dry. But he suggests that I look into cellar hand jobs two weeks ago, and then puts on this act about needing me when he must of known it was a total setup and jerkaround stunt.

I busted my ass all day today, and the perps kept hitting me with forced "forgets" over switching pump valves, the same fucking one each time when I swore I had done it.

A screaming rage show tonight; the chocolate bars somehow got wet in the shopping bag, and lo, if the gold painted wrapper didn't disintegrate into micro-sized gold flakes that had to be cleaned up. That was on the kitchen counter and stovetop, but they also mysteriously got onto my sweater arm, and so that had to be taken off and put into the laundry. I did a rare mid-week laundering again as the grape juice is so sticky and all over me each day. I am doing wine-making duties now, and making wine for the owner.

10-17-2014
Payday today, and the bank/ATM parking lot stalkers were there in advance, one parking transverse to the parking stall lines and more perversely, said light grey monster Ford sedan was 100' away under an lamp standard. The vehicle wasn't near any business or other vehicles and the driver was sitting in the driver's seat. Don't these assholes have a day job?

And the follow-me dude at the ATM arrived in mid-transaction, and the perps made sure I took longer by dithering me in my command of the controls/buttons. And I see the assholes ran my account down to my last $15, and this is the paycheck I need to save for my rent in two weeks. No wonder my perp-abetting mother asked about financial help on the phone a few days ago. And how is it I am supposed to make ends meet? A wage of $14.50/hour doesn't cut it in this town when the Living Wage is $18/hour, (each, for two wage earners in a household). And what is the reason for the perps to grind me down to a paycheck-to-paycheck existence? This is agriculture for crissakes, the bottom of the pay scale, as affirmed by hiring Mexicans from Mexico on annual visas and paying them $10.33/hr. Long time readers will know that the perps have ground me into overdraft situations in 2007, 2008 and 2009, and only the farm work saved my ass from my meagre disability (har, har) income. This time it is full time farm work, and the expenses to go with it.

After rent and food, the biggest expense is a vehicle of course, and one needs it to get to work on farms and vineyards. So where is all this forced penury going? Perhaps it is to seed Fear, as in the perps's FUD mandate. (Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt; said to be the unofficial customer treatment credo of IBM salesmen).

Winery work today; plenty more forced "forgets" and dithering of my fine motor control today, though not as bad as yesterday. Plenty of snaggings of wires and hoses, and they did allow the pressure washer to run for the most part. I finally got the white wine juice clarified and then the pump jammed up. Another dismantle job, and surely most TI's know that the perps are obsessed with liquid transfers, e.g. hoses, pumps, pipes, connection fittings etc.?  I finally got all five fermentations started, two completed today. I have a mountain of cleaning to do, and it will likely be there next week as the boss man won't deign to get his hands wet.

And a de-acidification job on the wine crush today, the perps making sure web-based sources were either vague or in imperial units. The perps often put up barriers to information access, and this was no exception. I am sure they got great mileage from forcing me to go online before going to work, and then viewing the same websites at work as well. I needed to find out how to de-acidify grape crush, as the boss senselessly picked one variety too early when he could of left it on the vine for two more weeks. He gets into self-induced panics and then applies the same mentality, i.e. grape picking, to all varieties. The boss is on a highly restrictive campaign to limit winery supplies, and it just "happened" that de-acidification supplies were on hand these three vintages, having being left from the former owner five years ago, and there when I first organized the winery, cum garage, in 2012. It amply demonstrates the perps are well organized and have a considerable planning horizon.

10-18-2014
Saturday, and I drove to my workplace to do wine making work. Only for an hour as the owner is very expense conscious and wants the minimum extra working hours. That was "punchdowns" and measuring temperature and sugar levels (in Brix). Punchdown is the task of stirring the skins back into the juice as they get lifted up into a cap with active fermentation. Now that I finally got all five fermentations going, it requires regular attention. Besides, the perps just love it when I measure things, and put on extra noisestalking when I do so. That would be hot-rod muffler noise at the vineyard, being outside the city.

At the vineyard I was forced to park under a foliated cherry tree, as the sprinklers had been on when I arrived. It is perfectly normal to do so, as the vines have been without supplied irrigation for nearly two months. I did my winery work, and headed back to an extra vehicular gangstalking contingent; motorcycles, one flashing his headlight at me, to tell me that the police were ahead, which they were. The RCMP was parked on the side of the road, and lo, if he didn't do a 180 degree turn behind me with an intervening silver-grey vehicle in between. I suspect the perps were interested in the results, in whatever form that is, of my vehicle formerly parked under a tree. They often put on extra gangstalking when I pass under trees, and too, when hiking and transitioning from a treed area to an open one. The back-lane neighbor was also in on this, as he had the lane blocked with two vehicles, one towing a white trailer. He parked one pickup with a camper on it outside my residence, and the other pickup with trailer blocked any through access. I backed up and went around the opposite direction and got to park  in the opposite direction, something the perps find interesting in their all consuming study of all things anisotropic. [Different properties in different directions].

I had lunch, read some of the Fabric of Reality, and then got hit for a two hour nap attack in the afternoon. I had nine hours sleep last night to begin with, but someone figured I needed some more. And then onto laundry, which has been quite disrupted this past week as I have laundered twice in mid-week to deal with grape juice covered clothing. And lo, at the laundromat, they had a person (freak) wearing only their underwear there. presumably doing a total load.

Said freak (male, long hair in dreadlocks (three Unfavoreds)) in underwear, "happened" to have his laundry in the dryer below mine, and "happened" to cruise in close when I was about to depart. And my load somehow was unbalanced, which kept me there for an extra five minutes until the cycle could complete. Sabotaged washing machines are nothing new since the my TI world began in 04-2002, and there have been a number of laundry thefts along the way. Once, a Fuckwit stole my laundry and then was wearing one item of it when I happened to come by.

Upon my return to the laundromat, why, the freak and freakish girlfriend unloaded their dryer onto the floor and blocked access to my dryer above. Not only that, but a coffee slinging ball capped dude arrived and was chatting to them in French to slow the process down. Ergo, another ten minutes watching the TV in the corner until the laundry cum freakshow was over. A Fat Girl also came to grace the place for a few minutes, and worse yet, she had red hair (Unfavored).

I exited the laundromat and was about to back up my vehicle and lo, if a white pickup hauling a white trailer didn't "happen" to arrive and out pops a dude for whatever reason. The truck stayed put and there was enough room to exit, and lo, if the truck's headlights weren't on to illuminate me, aka, pit-lamping me when making my vehicular exit. To the perps, this would be "gravitational lensing", where, "According to general relativity, mass "warps" space–time to create gravitational fields and therefore bend light as a result." And no doubt it perturbs the etheric energy field, and too, the extra magnetic radiation they stream at me all day and night. With reference to the latter, I have measured a magnetic field of 200 Gauss, in 2002 when all this insane abuse began, and sometime in 2009 or so when a purported local TI showed me her equipment she used to detect anomalous radiation. In the latter instance, the meter registered some 1600 Gauss; one could deduce that I am constantly kept in a densified energy field of multiple origins.

Back in the perps' pre-overt/berserk days when I lived in Seattle (year 2000) I had a SPECT scan on my brain to determine if I had Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD), which I did. Also showing up on the surface of the cortex was this wavy look, called "scalloping" in the clinical term, and the report suggested that possible reasons were drug abuse, heavy smoking or toxic chemical exposures. Since none of those applied in my case, it left me mystified as to what would cause it. Well, now that I know I have been harassed and have lived in a Potemkin Village all my life, (as in totally arranged), such brain anomalies might well be from being irradiated all my life. I shall put the scan here sometime when I get my records from Victoria, assuming someone hasn't pilfered them, which has happened in the past.

10-19-2014
Sunday, and a trip to the vineyard/winery to set things right and do punchdowns. Nowhere near the level of vehicular gangstalking there was on this same short visitation yesterday, not having parked under a tree.

Afterward, a shut-in day, and doing my September month end accounting, as the Assholes won't let me get this done daily.

Anyhow, nothing too exciting to report and so to post this one.

Interview Games

04-10-2012
Interview games again; this time the prospective employer makes a near-impossible (to me, temporarily residing elsewhere) demand to interview me "tonight" or "tomorrow" when I am 400 miles away. Then when I reply that it could be the day after tomorrow, (to give me driving time to return), why, the prospective employer doesn't reply. This is at least the fifth such stunt, as I am going to call it, in the past two years, where they have an unerring knack for taking advantage when I am out of email contact or else cannot immediately respond because I needed to take the city bus. This time, I have a vehicle, and lo, if this bullshit doesn't erupt when I am out of town, but in email contact, and even with my USB drive with my resume at the ready.

The perps have rendered me flat broke yet again, and they still persist in screwing me around over getting a job. I got four years of farm work, I have three full-time months of viticulture training, so why is this so fucking difficult to get a vineyard job except by arranged adverse circumstances? Needless to say, the concept of employment, having it or not, and getting a job and the rest of it, is of intense perp interest. And recall last year's ridiculous group interview at a certain vineyard, and when hanging with the other prospective candidates afterward, I find I have the most farm work experience of all of them and I don't get hired.

And, the interview for the tractor operator I had two weeks ago, the first since 2000, I learn after the fact was even more bogus than I knew. My farm-worker "pal" told me they must mention the pay and the start date for it to be a serious consideration, and this was not mentioned. Add that on top of the owner's dismissal of an inexperienced candidate, and the interviewer arranging a locked tractor so I couldn't be tested on it, counts as another extremely perverse job hiring experience. Perhaps the perps are getting more nuanced about employment obstruction; from flat-out email obstruction so there is no interview, and now to constructive interview obstruction where it is a scripted, feigned and perverse (in hindsight, not being allowed to perceive such at the moment), jerk-around event.

I check my email, and the prospective employer (per above) says the job has been filled. In other words, the job was filled before the first suggested interview appointment time. (I asked for a day later). Never have I experienced so many unusual or bizarre behaviors around getting a job. From the past almost non-interview, just "when do you want to start" over the phone, (again, no mention of pay rate), to this bullshit when they filled the job before their suggested interview time. I have eliminated the jerk-around excuses by having a vehicle, and now the assholes are exploiting the fact that I don't have a cell phone for instant contact. That still doesn't cover the fact that the prospective employer didn't get back to me for 18 hours to confirm an interview time. He replied to my initial application in an hour though.

04-10-2012
Busy digging weeds, sowing grass seed, and transplanting; big neighborhood noise eruptions and even helicopters for the latter two activities. This at the First Feral Family (FFF) house, those perp abetting quisling family members who make no bones about where their loyalties lie.

My perp-abetting mother was doing her level best to criss-cross my path, or get in the way to where I wanted to go, arriving seconds ahead of me. Same deal in the kitchen these past 10 years, but now she is doing it in the backyard. Normally she takes off in the vehicle when I do landscape garden maintenance, but for some strange reason she was directed to dog me outside today.

04-11-2012
A persistent light rain, continuing on my way into downtown, while the vehicle was at the tire shop, and on the way back, and into the afternoon. And for me, a sign that the perps are putting extra resources to aid their human experimentation games. That they had me swimming on a fitness swim team for 13 years wasn't any fluke, and here they are, playing water games again.

New tires for my new-to-me vehicle, giving me 45 min. downtown. One stop was the bank, and  getting my online credit card access resumed, and part of which involved this loopy phone conversation with an E. Indian; "Not logged out" means "logged in" to me, and when I asked what he meant, he comes up with a diversionary response, changing the topic altogether. Twice this occurred in the conversation at the bank counter, also revealing my personal information to all within earshot, (which included the brown overcoated vagrant act that tailed me inside). Afterward, the customer service person said "sorry for putting you through this ordeal". No private office with the cute babe this time, when they last screwed me out of having online credit card account access, and then again, by making me "forget" to use the 24hr password to reset it. Fucking bizarre.

I got a tank of gasoline for the vehicle on the way back, and only a moderate gangstalking posse around me, as it is the first time I have filled it up. Given the perp's obsessive use of petroleum tankers in the vehicular gangstalking milieu, and all other things of petroleum origin, I expected a full-on ambulatory and vehicular gangstalking, but it wasn't the case. 

Then in-town brother arrives 10 seconds in the FFF house driveway after I do, in his silver grey truck with brown cardboard boxes in the box. Then he has be outside to look at the brown canvas tarps to the pile of weeds under them, that I want him to haul away. I call this "brown calibration".

In the afternoon, I was power washing the driveway, including where the vehicle sat with its new tires for a an hour or so, and then I parked on the grass boulevard to get it out of the way. All very exciting for the perps, shuffling vehicles around, and they do like to put a good power-washing show every so often.

Later, the vehicular gangstalking ramped up while I was under the front yard 8' wide pine hedge doing weeding, then helicopters too, and more aircraft noise from float-planes, and not more than a half dozen STRATCOM B-52's for a half day.

After that, four recycle garbage trucks lined up opposite the FFF house, end to end in front of a neighbor's house, some 100' away. They were buzzing around here all morning as it was pick-up day for the recycling, with one navy blue recycle truck doing five pass-bys for no seeming purpose after they first emptied the curbside bins. Later, a white recycle garbage truck of the same size with the assistant riding on the passenger side  running  board, the white garbage truck going at full-tilt in these suburban streets for no seeming purpose. Then in the four strong street-side line up, the first navy blue one departs, then the white one in position three, then the navy blue one in position two, and finally the last-most navy blue one. Who is the choreographer, and what is the purpose of this bizarre nonsense over arranging garbage trucks? (I have long pondered why garbage trucks are often used for vehicular gangstalking, which occur more than the redi-mix concrete trucks and petroleum tankers. Only the brown cardboard box packing parcel delivery trucks outnumber the garbage truck gangstalking).

04-12-2012
Leaf raking, tree pruning, some soil slinging, and some weeding today, all at the FFF house, and in plain view of my "new" vehicle, as it seems the perps like to have it sit there for days on end, unused, save going out for the above new tire set, and getting the front wheels aligned tomorrow.

The lawn cutters came today, adroitly timing their noise and activity when I was under the pine hedge in the front yard, getting the leaves out from under it, and cutting off branches that would trap the leaves, or else jab me in the back. And some weeding there too. The perps cannot get enough of me being under foliage, trees in particular. Regular readers will know that I worked in forestry for many years, and this too might of been perp managed to further their foliage/tree canopy fixation/human experimentation objectives. The perps also liked to have me take the red handled loppers with me as I went under the pine hedge, and then came out to re-enter between the next pair of pines to get the leaves out from under their boughs.

04-13-2012
A morning time attendance to administrative things, until in-town brother arrives to gawp at this very LCD display, seeming on a mission for the perps. I had just supplied my perp-abetting mother with the financial details of the next few months, as I am looking broke with a full year's income tax to pay by April 30. I give her the total needed for financial relief, and then she says she will give me a check, and that is exactly when in-town brother arrives "needing" to use the PC, and LCD display. Some kind of color/energy interaction and calibration it would seem, as this PC was only 8' away from where I finished up the prior financial discussions. Then he sits at this PC for at least 20 minutes, thereby squandering his opportunity to get my help to take away the large amount of weeding and gardening debris that has accumulated over the past week or so, all my weeding and landscape maintenance output, save that which is compostable.

I had to get to the Toyota dealer to get a wheel alignment after the new tires were installed two days ago, and was treated to large numbers of red gangstalking vehicles, sometimes 6 at a glance, and covering all four directions of travel, plus a few doing turns. Then they make me wait for no seeming reason at the Toyota dealership, busying themselves with their LCD displays, aka, color calibration games. And maybe to divert me from the the Fat Man who became my counter person. The appointment was for 1200h, just when they take a lunch break, the regular wheel alignment guy wasn't in for "some reason", and they would have to squeeze me in sometime in the afternoon. I was offered a postponement, and they can do it on Monday morning first thing, before I head off to a short term vineyard gig. And to top it off, they have a negro walk along the perimeter of the building I had just exited, doing some kind of negro-energy sweep immediately outside after my exit. I cannot count the times the perps arrange events to be repeated again, setting up these stunts to have me return; e.g., moldy yogurt last week, and a few others.

I phoned a potential employer this morning, having got an email from the college, and this was at the same winery where I had the strange interview for a tractor driver three weeks ago. (No mention of pay, or other compensation, and the tractor was locked so he couldn't test me out, and the interviewer talked most of the time, even subsequently after giving me airtime). It was a different person on the phone, and as they have a small crew, and their Mexican laborers haven't yet arrived, so they need some temporary help. I was  promoting myself and the recent connection I had to this winery on the phone, and he was beating around the bush, not stating if he wanted me or not. Finally he said "when can you come", after I mentioned I was out of town at the moment, and that seemed to be his entree into hiring me. Still no mention of pay for crissakes, so the event of being hired is still under intense perp purview, as in adding FUD into the process. And as this is a short term job, it doesn't fulfill my need to get a longer term gig, so I can re-locate my residence near the job site, which I must do by the end of May. One step forward, and two back it would seem.

My return to weeding in the afternoon got me the black helicopter treatment, doing a few turns overhead; a Robinson 22  it would seem, one of my regular stalking helicopters in this region. The usual barrage of lawnmower noise followed, this time appropriate for the sunny weather, unlike yesterday when they put it on during the rain.

This landscaping at the FFF house for the past two weeks has had me often using a wheelbarrow. And a piss poor one at that, with the tire deflating and staying that way. I have been looking for a flat-free tire of the appropriate size, and I am close to ordering one. But I did find it most odd that the perps have arranged plenty of wheelbarrows for me to see en-route when out driving for the futile vehicle maintenance as mentioned above. Yet again, the perps are going extra berserk over tires, rubber and wheels. The tire ads have been cranked up for the limited TV I see. That and the W*t airlines ads, as I "happened" to take one of their flights Mar. 31, almost two weeks ago. What are the perps on about, in repeatedly showing me reminders of what I am involved in or recently traveled by? And if the world is governed by the perps as much as I am coming to think, why, they pulled a nice stunt, hitting a Victoria-bound W*t flight with a bolt of lightning, thankfully to no adverse affect besides scaring all passengers and crew momentarily witless. The Fourth Reich is run by juveniles, didn't you know?

A phone interruption by the bleating in-town brother and his tired lines about not having enough time to get the pile of weeds pulled etc. and me reminding him that he had me available today, except he was online, and wouldn't even give me his van keys so I could get his vehicle positioned for pulling the load of weeds into the van's cargo bay. Same prattle, and in keeping with the perp's insane obsession over the word "time" and all that it may suggest, or mean.

On that tiresome note, I will post this and call it done for the week, even if two more full days at the FFF house doing more landscaping maintenance work. (I also got extra noise attention when I fertilized some of the plants, and even the neighbors got chatty, he in a shock of white hair, with a white bandage across his forehead. And how many times have the perps put brown band-aids on their shills and operatives? I have lost track).

Back to Farm Work -unexpectedly

2045h
I am returning to farm work tomorrow, Sept. 08, 2011; I got a call from them when I thought I was laid off for the year. So... I need to boost my hours for the year should I need unemployment benefits. And it does seemt that the almost four week layoff was all about having me sift soil under partial tree cover in the backyard of the First Feral Family house, as it took at least 7 days to get it done and the surface re-graded so people can walk on it instead of this rough corner that was left undone compared to everywhere else on the property. That was preceded by filling in the hole at the waterline entry from the street in the frontyard after it was repaired with 2' of PEX (plastic pipe) line after the backhoe operator somehow crimped the original copper line even if he was told where it was. But given the perp's shenanigans over testing me, and the abetting family members of course, as to where my water comes from and what faucet, source and pipe, I am not too surprised that this "fuck up" wasn't predestined. As in scripted to continue water supply testing games. Back in 1998 I owned a small acreage and ended up replacing 600' the 2" water line as it was leaking, using PVC pipe from the meter box. This water was applied to the kiwi acre as well, as well as the alstromerias in the greenhouse. And here we are, over 13 years later, and all their previous covert work of 45 years then, still pissing around as to where I get my water from; geographic  source, bottle type/size, line, filtration devices if any, tea kettle, teapot, drinking vessel and of course any colors of said delivery means. That job cost me nearly $5,000 in excavation costs which I had to cover as the now-ex was broke.

Prior to the front yard hole filling job, I sifted at least two cubic yards of compost. The above re-grade of the lot corner was about four cubic yards of material that had to be sifted as well. It all got done yesterday, save the disposition of the screenings. The perps like to have me spread sifted soil about, as it passing through the metal mesh seems to be an important marker/interaction for them. That, and having me regrind the edge of the shovel each morning, a new "need" that arose in the last week. And lo, if it wasn't expedited by the in-town brother not wanting to take his grinder back some weeks ago.

And so I figured a day off in this sunny and very warm September was overdue, and so off to the lake again for the final outside suntanning session of the year. No doubt the UV and vitamin D exposure games will continue next year, and maybe they will start them earlier than August. It is all very mysterious as to what they are after, but they have been very consistent about it going back to 2003 and 2004 when they put me through a similar process. As usual, the low flying aircraft came to visit at the lake, both fixed wing and rotar wing, and so it goes. I get low flying aircraft, 400' or so, wherever I go now, as this component of the harassment seems to be stepped up.

Hopefully one can detect the commonality between the mostly backyard soil slinging jobs under partial tree cover at the FFF house and the lake visits for suntanning. In the latter case I walk for 25 minutes of treed trail in a park before getting to this particular lake to join the skyclad community. Hopefully the last visit of the year, and hopefully a more engaging crowd than I have experienced to date. Keeping me isolated and out of social contact is all part of the deal.

2150h
And finally the cognitive fog was lifted and I was allowed to get my resume together and then send it to a   forestry seed orchard operation. I am trained in forestry and with my background I reckon I should at least get an interview. And how many times have I been wrong about that one? Too many to count, and besides, I cannot see the perps allowing me to have a full time job when they have been working me over with casual labor jobs for the past four years. Having a steady employer and a full time job strikes me as too much certainty and not enough geographic relocation/disruption at this stage of the game. Not forgetting too that they haven't allowed me to have a job interview since 2002, as the farm jobs have always been en masse intakes or an offer without even a telephone interview. And for some things, job interviews being one, the perps seem to want to put me through this process in incremental pieces until they deem me ready to have a real one for an hour or so.

Onto farm work and to post this blogging.

Under the Trees and Then Out in the Sun

1950h
This is at least the sixth day in the last two weeks of working in my perp abetting mother's backyard, sieving compost or soil, and partially under the overtopping pine trees or else out in the sun, depending on the sun angle and the exact location of where I was working. The perps just love me to come in and out of tree canopy shade and its overhead shelter and have been known to place "just standing there" gangstalkers under pubic boulevard trees, doing nothing but looking stupid. As the soil seiving and digging is on private property and off the beaten track in suburbia, there are no adjacent gangstalkers. Instead, I get overhead aircraft noise, neighbor noise (lawnmowers, chain saws (one today, with two distinct muffler variations)) and a plethora of passing vehicles; hotrods, heavy duty trucks, bad mufflers, diesels, sirens and motorcycles in all their variants (Harleys, Japanese high RPM, trail bikes).

At least four wasps independently buzzed me in the face this afternoon, and at no time was I disturbing a nest. I have had no end of insects harassing me since this abuse began in 04-2002, so all I can assume is that they too are under the perps' command.

I was working in the compost pile to separate the compost from the uncomposted debris some two weeks ago, and now I am involved in a 20'x12' area to level this ridiculous and pointless 2' hump in the level backyard. It is one of my perp-abetting father's legacies, not finishing the lot landscaping after some 40 years of living there. Another legacy is the slew of non-compostable garbage, usually plastics, that are embedded in the soil I am sieving. I separate all this out, in conjuction with the areal sheets of plastic I have dug up as part of this backyard landscape completion. Very often a noisestalking is scripted for the moment I pick up the plastic. My mother wasn't there for most of the day so I got things done on my terms, and not getting sandbagged by these infernal tea times she springs in the morning and afternoon.

Though today I got sandbagged by getting up later and having to attend to bedsheets laundry, as it seems the perps are waking me up in the night and imposing their required activities, e.g. jerking off. This normally does not happen for years on end, and suddenly it starts up almost every other night. Back to Wilheim Reich's theory of orgone energies (and here) and how orgasm releases them. It seems the perps are testing this, as for years they would arrange couples having sex next door or above me. I wonder what bozo flavor they will stiff me with next when they are ready to try me out again with a new girlfriend. Just leave me the fuck alone is all I ask.

So it seems the perps like to restrict me to some 4 hours of work in a day, but have mostly cooperated with having them sunny, and I get to work without a shirt and wearing shorts to keep the tanning up. Again, normally, I don't give a hoot as to how much tanning I get, but this summer it has become an obsession to the point that I prepared myself with a base tan at the tanning salon, and can now tan outside with no SPF and without burning.

2050h
A laundry fuckover tonight; the dryer appeared to work and then quit inside a minute, so my clothes sat wet in the dryer for two hours. I go to attend to the clothes, find them wet and figured the perps fucked the dryer cycle on me. I load another $1.75 and the dryer ran again for a minute and quit. Have we not done this one before, when the dryer would not dry but in effect steamed the clothes while tumbling? Yes, it was fixed about four weeks ago and the problem ran for at least six weeks prior to that with no notice on the dryer or anywhere else. So here we go again; mention it to the manager and see when it might get done and pay the privelige of $1.75 to find out or not as there will be no notice that it will be fixed.

 The city bus freakshow wasn't too bad today, some 12 passengers inbound, unlike 3x as many for the same route and time of day I have recounted in past blogs. This is returning from the First Feral Family house to where I live in the downtown area. It was more of surrounding me with babes on the bus with an Asian closest of all, the same one who tailed me out the door at my stop. It was a blonde on the other side of the Asian, and a black haired attractive babe two seats over on the rear bench. But they did put on an Islamo-wacko in a full blown burqua late in the bus trip, having done this once before. This person got a seat at the front of the bus so I didn't have this hideous visage in my face thankfully. This is the second time on this route that this same burqua show has occured, and in both cases the respective seating and near maximum distance apart have been the same.

Other nonsense this morning was when I went to the PO to get my registered mail (passport) and coins at the bank for said laundry machines. The first gangstalker was this tall negro male in a full blown gown to his feet in a light soft green color. Like WTF; negroes are less thatn 3% of the population according to the last census, and here comes a negro in some kind of ceremonial garb. Walking behind him was a male vagrant act on his cell phone the entire time, a curious juxtaposition, though not unusual for cell phones to be used as a trailing EMF device. Two intersections were getting repaired on my two block visit to the PO and bank. I cannot count the number of times they arrange their dudes in overhead boom trucks and putzing with the wires or traffic signals. Often they put two boom trucks together, and three on occasion for a big event. Also, they were running wires or optical fiber under the road at the second intersection, (next to the bank), another one of their tricks I have come to know. (As in have me walk over top of an actively moving cable (optical or metal) along with the shills). Said under-road wiring crew were also in the bank, making out that this was a bank connection they were putting in. The perps cannot get enough of me making financial transactions and putting on all manner of concurrent stunts and stupid nonsense. This time they seemed to be taking it one more step by having a wire or cable that was inside the bank also travelling outside and under the road at one of the busiest downtown intersections, Fort and Douglas for locals. Why don't the perps pay me to carry a wire or whatever the fuck would expedite this now nine year old train of Extreme Abuse? I can never understand why they would be so mind-crippled to conduct this insane and abusive litany of inanity for so long on me and other TI's and yet have all manner of unconventional and remotely applicable physical methods at their disposal that can control the entire world. And here they are dicking around and tailing me with negroes, under-road wires and cables as well as the battalion of gangstalking dudes (mostly) made prominent by their large guts (the gut strut), baggy shorts, waddling walk, clustering and a coffee (think brown) in one hand.

I got "negroed" again as I exited the PO, and a third time on this morning time outing. And when I headed for the outbound bus, why, the seeming resident negro was holding court on the couch in the lobby as he often does for some kind of last ditch negro-stalking before I get to the elevator or stairwell. Not forgetting a few days ago that this same "lobby negro" hid behind the mailbox wall and then followed me into the elevator for a first time accompaniment with the fucker. Had I seen him in time I would of taken the stairwell.

Then when walking back from the inbound bus in the evening, a negro was in lead-ahead gangstallking mode for two blocks with this strange walk like he had a turd in his pants and was making allowance by making maximum lateral leg clearance. And for some reason my breakneck walking pace was not enough to catch up and pass this gruesome scenario.

Anyhow, time to call this one done for the day, and hope that my last day of my bus pass won't get weather changed and then keep me from visiting the lake. Who knew the perps would be so freaking rabid about sunlight exposure, skin color and tanning (changing to brown). I noted that after a day in the sun and getting tanned yesterday, they put me on a Caucasian cashier who was tanned but also had a large amount of dark brown freckles on her face. An eveningtime tan-freckle comparison it seemed. And she looked scared shitless as part of the deal, my usual reception for a first time cashier.

Digging Up Attention

1935h
A day of toil at the First Feral Family home, attending to landscaping disasters that are in dire need of attention. To whit, the infernal ground cover plant they put in some years ago is highly invasive and now it is to be removed by yours truly, TI and gangstalking victim, courtesy of employment obstruction and the abetting family members. Raking leaves, digging up plants, pruning and composting are the jobs I get to do in this imposed state of high abuse. Pays for the imposed chocolate habit, but not much more. Plus, I get to be the brunt of the freakshow on the city buses, a mobile gangstalk platform. And if I do get a paying job, its at minimum wage and working on farms, potatoe picking, bulb picking, weeding the odd time, and crop harvesting.

Today's landscaping was to spray Roundup on said invasive ground cover called perriwinkle in a small 8' long bed where it is growing out of control. Then in the 50' bed, some 8' wide, too large to spray for the permitted technology I have access to, I got to dig out the perriwinkle underneath a pine hedge. That meant I was crouched down all afternoon, getting underneath the pines to dig out the offending plant all the while the noisescape ramped up considerably, in varying forms. And lucky me, there was an excavator and gravel slinging operation some 100' away in the subdivision, along with my very favorite noise of backup beeping. Gravel scraping, excavator noise, compactor noise and the dudes loitering around their ladder bearing pickup truck seemed to be the main noise and activities. Note that yesterday something very similar was unfolding outside my in-town brother's place while raking leaves there for some 4 hours (in yesterday's blog).

Other attention during this weeding was the Sea King helicopter for at least two passes, STRATCOM for at least three overflights (or the noise thereof), at least four small aircraft, countless vehicles coursing by with their headlights aimed on me in the front yard, neighbor noise of chainsaws and leaf blowers, countless diesel truck noise passbys, and even UPS in their brown van was pointlessly circling the block just to get some more travel time and more turns in my proximity, even if I was behind or under the pine hedge.

And it should be noted that the perps have a long running campaign of extra gangstalking and disruptive fuckery anytime I pass under or out from overtopping trees. In my permitted hiking days to mid-2006 there was very often a "hiker" (read, gangstalker) where I was passing into heavily foliated areas or into clear areas, almost predictably. Even downtown, I get extra dudes and vagrants on my ass when I pass under an overtopping tree. They even put on "just stand there" dudes looking even more stupid in the suburban areas next where I pass from being underneath an urban tree crown; no bus stop, no gabbing in these ersatz street meetings that have erupted by an order of magnitude since they went overt in 2002, just a dude looking terribly stupid while standing at the edge of the tree crown as I pass by on the sidewalk. (I was a 10 min. walk from the farm job and before I got to the bus stop). And of course, the color of the foliage is all important too, but that wasn't a factor in today's nonsense. And as there are some 60' pine trees in the First Feral Family backyard, where I raked leaves two days ago, I suppose that being under a 7' pine hedge was just too interesting from the distant dependent energetics study the assholes have me enrolled in, without my consent of course.

And it is also of perp interest too that I apply herbicide on selective areas to deal with these landscaping disasters that is my feckless parent's past specialty. Don't ask me why, but with the amount of Roundup that commercial agriculture uses, there just might be a tie-in with the ongoing food and diet interest the perps have me contained within as well. I haven't got it all figured out, though the perps also have a strong interest in the concepts of death, demise and the rest of it, so again, it might fit that objective. Don't know, don't care, and why am I 8.5 years into this insane abusive Fuckover that is utterly relentless as it is total? And I get to be a pariah among TI's even, given the excuses I get for no contact from some of them, or else the odd bullshit stunt they sometimes pull for no rational reason.

2400h
Much more I could say about the above scene, as the perps then had my mother lock me out of the house and then pretend to not hear me knocking numerous times on the front and side doors. Two of the doors were unlocked and then they had me go to all three, putting on my boots again, going around to each and the doorbell on one didn't work. At part of the Fuckover they had me opening the garage door 3x in the process of accessing the doors. She finally came and made that she thought I had left. Like WTF; my coat and shoes were still there, and I have never left her place ever without saying goodbye. Total bullshit, and the assholes had me totally steamed over that stunt, and even now as I type this out. Then when washing up, and cleaning my watch, they broke the case, and later when I got home, only one of the straps were in my pocket, the assholes stealing one of them. This is the second time in two years they have broken this watch. The also broke two watches in 2002, they wouldn't let me wear a stainless steel banded one, the assholes. Then they stole one in about 2003  from my locked locker. This is the third Casio same model sports watch they have stolen or broken, so maybe it is time they want me to get something different.

Then at 1700h when walking to the bus in the dark, they put on three dog walkers, one negro and two redcoats  on mny way to the bus. All except the dog walkers were apparently waiting for this infrequent bus, the redcoats some10' apart for me to walk between them. The perps like to put on red color testing in dim light conditons, e.g. dusk onset.

Then they fucked me into thinking to get the wrong bus, and owing to two routes, plus the other infrequent one, and a near three bus convergence, the assholes had me begining to cross the road and then deciding not to, then getting faked out with the wrong bus, then crossing the road (for real) to get the bus that terminated in four blocks. All to get a transfer to the original bus that I wanted to get but missed because it was 6 minutes early. Just a total fuckaround getting to the right bus stop on the correct side of the road, which has counter cyclical routes that loop back to the same arterial. Even the locals get confused.

Enough blogging after a day's toil in the soil for the Sicko's Cause, and more CD ripping tonight. I may end up re-ripping them or re-naming the files at some future point, all in keeping with the assholes having me do things twice or more.