A Review of 2014 Perp Harassment Antics and Themes

Where are they on the mind control and total body function control games? After 12.5 years of this abuse, I have a reasonably good idea. I still think they are attempting to get a handle on my attention shifting, though are making progress I suspect. The  number of noises or events that coincide has decreased, but not to zero.

 Other interesting developments (changes and escalations in perp harassment) in the past year are listed briefly below,
administered remotely;

• the facial air plucking has increased, as has the incidences of hair on my cheeks. Until late 2012 I had three to five hairs on my cheeks (not the beard region) per side, now it is at least 15 to 20, and about that each day that get removed by plucking.
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• started eating eggs, third dozen in one years; see below for the harassment over the last dozen, but most decidedly the yellow color games (e.g. Fuckwit shirts, and vehicles) has increased.
• speaking of more yellow, they have me eating turmeric (good brain food, per Grain Brain), while relatively tasteless is good for a near dayglo yellow coloration for my food
• escalated extra-kinetic fuckery; objects spinning, flipping, snagging in concert with extra imposed fine motor control limitation; water or liquid drops can leap sideways where there was no apparent directed force
• teleportations fuckery; liquid drops coming in from nowhere, and the respective count for crumbs and hair arrivals has increased to blatant levels; (the hairs aren't mine going by color or length or source e.g. eyelashes, pubic hair etc).
• in both of the above cases the perps like me to distinguish "conventional/normal" versus imposed, or even the likelihood, as I am not always 100% certain how a crumb or hair arrived.
• skin cremes testing/games; from zinc oxide, polysporin, to exotic skin oil reduction cremes, the perps like to have me indulge in this, and sometimes follow up with a visit to the tanning salon
• browning around; they nixed coffee in the morning for three months with their elevated PSA stunt, introduced other brown foods; e.g. flax, cinnamon, in addition to chocolate, their mainstay brown food item these past nearly 13 years of this insane abuse.
• continued fuckery over getting the wrong key, wrong lock, wrong drawer, wrong switch (e.g. light switches), or otherwise  having me flub it as if I didn't know, when I have a 50+ year history of getting these kind of things right from the get-go
• music source variations; heard the CD, then from the PC hard drive, and of late, some from a USB stick; all flac files as this infinite pissing match of music file formats carries on; lossless (flac) versus everyone else it seems, going for lost file formats, e.g. MP3. Which leaves me still tracking down CD's from all over the place, the used ones on Amazon. Said vendor exacerbated the problem by only supplying MP3 files only. I expect this perp research prerogative will persist for some time, whatever they need music for in their deep brain research. All automotive players will only play MP3 files for crissakes; how long will it take to remedy this one?

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01-15-2015
Mostly a shut-in day, but I did get out to send a parcel to the PO, as the item arrived mail order and wasn't suitable. The perps like to pull these "send back" games, in the same brown cardboard box and in this case, within 24 hours of receipt.

The PO got obstructed with extra stalkers ahead of me again, though nowhere as bad as two days ago when I was forced to leave the line there as the customer had a huge quantity of mail to send via the front counter.

The walk-at-me-while-looking-sideways stunt again, this time I was obliged to get out of the way, this Korean woman in a fugly brown down quilted coat. She was part of the Korean couple, aged 40-ish or more, who somehow needed to go together and mail a parcel to Korea. They went through the quasi-interview process to mail an international parcel at the PO as I went through three days ago when mailing the dead ni-cad batteries to WA state. How anyone can rationally explain as to why someone (in public) turns, avoids looking ahead as they set off  in a public place (like a PO) can only be explained by the Gangstalker Training Corps. I never seen so many oblivious Fuckwits about to collide with me since 1989-90 while at BCIT, which featured seeming students, going backwards through the glass main building doors. That is, they leaned their back against the door slowly stepping backwards, making out that they didn't have a frigging clue that the door might be needed in short order by students during class change times, and that they would be arriving from outside the building, opposite to the direction they were looking.

The financial follies have begun for 2015;give with one hand and take with the other. I am now off a medical plan and the former government subsidy, so head meds are now a $100/month. And the piss/bladder medication is $70. That is what one gets with a pay increase. Fuck the victim some more just when he thinks he can finally save something.

Yoga; a rare late Thursday class visit to try the long pose version called Yin yoga. Not many poses get done in an hour, and I found I was only getting into it when the class was over. I got the split-couple treatment; he on the L, she on the R at a diagonal. I have seen this gangstalk stunt a few hundred times in the street, and why am I so surprised that it finally shows up in yoga too?

And the one class participant who has ever said anything to me going back at least 18 months, was there. I don't usually see her in my usual Monday evening class, but all the same, she asked me if I had been away. How would she know, I haven't seen her in at least 6 months. Then she seemed to know about a couple of other things going on for me. All too curious IMHO.

01-17-2015
A 9.5 hour sleep, with a jerkaround in not letting me sleep for the first three hours. Normally they don't put on extra sleep with extra in-bed time, but for some reason they did.

And a screaming rage-ification over harassment in making breakfast, eggs again. I know how to do omelettes from decades ago, but "somehow" I forgot the rudiments of even having the pan warm enough. Add in sucessive finger fumbling jerkarounds, and it was quite the rage-ification over what I consider to be nothing at all. But that is how it goes; the most trivial of events, like scratching one's nose (after the itch was planted there) and then having one's fingers somehow "miss" the itch location is now a regular event in any given day.

The perps had me re-start this carton of eggs after three days of having the regular hemp seed breakfast, and perhaps it was all about the omelet being brown on the underside for the first time in the three dozen egg purchases they have permitted me since 2000. Back then, before the assholes outed themselves in 04-2002, I felt a little ill after having an egg one morning and then backed off on them altogether "thinking" it was some kind of food allergy that had come on. Little did I know it was the opening shot in a long running life trashing and harassment show around what I eat and what color the food is, and unknown (to me then) abreactions over certain colors.

Saturday, laundry day, and lo, if a snow didn't come on while I was out, and will likely continue for a few hours, until the dryer is unloaded. The lint saturation games continue; my fleece (on the inside) tights which I have taken to live in, from everyday use to yoga now, needed an extra laundering to deal with the lint that somehow accumulates on them. It seems they needed to be laundered inside out at first, then outside out in a dedicated single item laundering while the towels and bedsheets are in the adjacent dryer.

After starting the laundry at the laundromat I stopped in a local grocery store which seemed like it wasn't a gangstalk nightmare judging from the parking lot. But instead of them all being in place ahead of me, they slowly filtered in while they sent me from one end of the store and back again, "forgetting" what I came for and the Fuckwits posted with their ass pointed at exactly where I needed to go. Then more obstructions in not having the deli counter adequately staffed while yet more Fuckwits clustered around me, and then the ubiquitious stalker dude coming into my peripheral vision just to get my attention, very much in keeping with last week's games at the gym.

And if that wasn't enough, the major Fat Girl that I helped move two weeks before Christmas "happened" to be in the store. At first I got the ignore-me stalk, and lo, if they didn't arrange a face-to-face event where I was obliged to chat with her. As it "happens", she is staying at the very same winter-time low rate motel I stayed at two years ago. Anyhow, she crossed my path a few more times and also "happened" to be ahead of me at the checkout where we said goodbyes.

This particular woman whom I did not know before responding to a moving job on Craigslist, has been highly featured by planted ideations since then, for the last 5 weeks. There was nothing flirtatious or even leading about her, as she seemed to be in dire straits due to the move, relationship and financial woes and she had a  very sore back. I have no idea why the perps are "featuring" this Fat Girl so much, as they don't normally do this for more than a day or two in the case with most freaks. There was nothing about her that was attractive (then or today), and the more I learned about her from moving her belongings with the guy that hired me, the more it seemed she was a mountain of trouble. (And not referencing how big she is). I hope this whole episode evaporates and I don't see this person again, if only from the extra promotion the perps are laying on me.

Back in 2000 to 2002, they arranged a Fat Girl off-on-off girlfriend who was obviously abetting the perps once all hell came down in 04-2002. I have no idea why, but it was interesting that she did not have any children, just as the above mentioned Fat Girl doesn't. She has two Yorkshire terriers, and they look like rats. Anyhow, I suspect this particular line of Fat Girl stalking has some legs to it, but I am not looking forward to any more contact. Just leave me the fuck alone is all I have ever asked since this reign of abusive tyranny came down on me.

On the way from the grocery store they put on a fire truck emergency that stopped in the middle of the intersection for some reason when it was perfectly clear that all traffic had stopped. The red and white fire truck with the flashing red lights stunt again, as tiresome as always. Then to another grocery store where they put on a cute blonde girl in a red apron to hang around me when I made my purchase of olive oil. It seems the perps have a huge amount of interest in food oils and their provenance and I suppose the prior Fat Girl stalking was part of it. (And the sequential financial transactions at the same checkout, per above).

We shall see how this one goes. She will be known as the Fat Girl with Yorkshire Terriers if I am allowed to recall this particular name for future postings.

01-18-2015
A near shut-in Sunday, as the perps finally let me out for a visit to the gym an hour before it closed. For the third successive last-hour visit, the treadmills were occupied by these sweating Fat Dudes, doing their male banter thing again. The perps often like to move me off treadmills (or outside jogging) during an hour of workout. Tonight they posted a couple at the ticket counter needing excessive attention, and was obliged to do the "excuse me" thing, as one of them was crowding the card reader. Can they not get enough Fuckwits to dwell everywhere I go and incur transactions?

They even put a motor-home in the parking lot of the recreation center for crissakes. Here it is winter, and some 6" of snow still remaining on the ground, and here they are placing motor-homes and campers around me, either stationary or mobile in traffic.

Speaking of which, the back alley neighbor has a silver grey pickup with a camper in the box and it has been sitting immobile for at least four months, save reversing the parking direction twice. About every Saturday he comes to park his black pickup next to the silver grey pickup. There are no lights on nearly every night, so it would seem that these residents are living elsewhere, save the odd visit.

This "habit" of neighbors living elsewhere has been consistent even before this harassment began. Even the apartment block owner next door was absent nearly all evenings after the first weeks of me moving in. The owners of this nanny suite have also been absent for the last two months; no vehicles most evenings and no change in the lighting in the evenings. Even large 20 story buildings in the proximity of my residence have been strangely vacated for the most part.

I am reading a book, "Stalin's Last Crime", about the concocted rationale to round up high ranking Jews in the military and government services 1948-53. Why the perps want me to read about this Machiavellian intrigue is beyond me, but he was a considerable strategist in his endeavors, good or bad. Enough bantering, and off to post this.

Gangstalk Capital of Canada

12-04-2013
That would be where I am, Victoria, British Columbia, having flown here yesterday for visiting the First Feral Family, the quisling sick asses that abet the perps at every moment, as/when needed. Or, as it seems, perhaps the Clusterfuck Capital of Canada, the arranged confluences of ambulatory gangstalkers who cluster around me to keep me in place for a few extra seconds. Ditto with vehicles.

And what a  mighty gangstalking it was at this moment, 1600h or so, dusk time. This is when the perps go particularly nuts with showing me red and yellow colors, both of which are very Unfavored. Not to mention the "stand arounds", mostly biddies and adult males, also both Unfavored. And of course they put on the blonde babe with doe eyes to get my attention (3x in the store), and they immediately switch me to a skinheaded male (2x Unfavored) passing nearby. Then these weirds which stalked me at the small specialty grocery store then "show up" at my next stop, the ever cooperating LD store (a chain of them). That was enough to send me out of there, but of course I got held up by the prior customer at the checkout, and just when I wanted to exit, why, a swarm of three were doing their hindering thing at the door. Only the blonde babe (different one) matched my walking speed. Then the walk-directly-at-me stunt, without benefit of manners of any kind, let alone eye contact. Like WTF; who in hell walks in a busy public area without checking out where they are going?

The waxing urge came on too, having got it done earlier this afternoon. I won't say where, but for the first time, the clinician was in her vegetable garden and had a bunch of chives in her hand when leading me into her suburban basement studio. That and her black and white houndstooth patterned coat to her mid-calf. Not exactly gardening garb.

And a whole lot of eating brown colored cookies too, another "urge" that came on, largely because they were abundant at this First Feral Family house.

No chocolate allowed at the LD store visitation; the shopping baskets weren't to be found, and that made it problematic to carry the items to the cashier. Therefore, only shaving foam and for some strange reason, scar abatement product. I don't have any scars to treat, so what is this about? And if you follow the perp habits, they like me to buy items months, if not a year or more in advance of needing it. My sleeping matress in Penticton was purchased a year in advance of sleeping on it, as the former four residences all supplied a bed. (Two were winter time rate motels, and two were supplied by the landladies). Same for the cot; given to me by the farmer colleague, and unused until 06-2013). I have a pair of steel toed work boots since 2008, that I "needed" for upcoming construction work that never materialized, and they remain unworn still.

Back to the above mentioned LD gangstalk scene. Recall that the perps skunked me earlier this week at the LD store in Penticton with five gangstalkers and a stocking/stalking cart (replete with brown boxes), that now ubiquitous prop in almost every store. And in true LD store staffing style, one checkout open when there are eight of them, and all to confine me to the obstructing line up and have the customer behind me nearly up my asshole.

And arranged breakage of a French press style coffee pot at the FFF house; it somehow fell from the top shelf as I opened the door and landed on a cookie sheet with a projecting edge. Said pot was in a ridiculous plastic sheath/cover, and somehow the small amount (1/2" of 10") exposed glass fell onto the edge and pieces of borosilicate glass managed to find their way under the stove, and even some small glass in the oven dried raisins that were on the cookie sheet. And have I remarked on how the perps are fixated on grapes, raisins, wine and all manifestations of Vitus vinifera (grapes)? Even to the point of having me work in a vineyard for crissakes, then winemaking. And how is it that my perp-abetting mother could arrange the coffee pot to be leaned against the cupboard door after closing it, when she cannot reach that high in the first place, never mind the high art of booby-trapping the coffee pot?

12-05-2013
I was at Basia Bulat concert last night; lots of pacing by the black dressed staff, particularly the Fat Man. he must of done at least 20, if not 30, repeat pacings such that he would come withing 15' of me and then turn around. He was in a staff-only area, with some of the best seats in the house bounded from public use. All to have me look through two sets of railings, on one side of this pillar that was an excellent view blocker. On the other side, a single set of railings, with another person managing to move their head just ahead of me to obstruct my sightline.

The table next to me was in high rotation; mid-show departures all to be re-stocked with new gangstalkers who duly followed the prescribed choreography. Other tables also emptied before the end of the show and I finally got to see the performer directly and not through railings. I am not 100% sure the performer saw me from 40' away, standing on a lit stage, but she did through an extended look in my direction. I have had the odd staring from a stage performer in the long past and I often wondered how they came to single me out.

The opeing of the night club was an exercise in being fucked with; the show ticket stated it starts at 2000h, and I got there at 1930h to get a seat. Somehow I managed to find an open side door and ended up in the club when no one was there. I asked someone, and they said the doors open at 2000h, then an one hour wait for the first billed performer, then Basia and band doing one set, an hour total. I suppose that is houw goes in the big city.

A mostly white colored food services tractor trailer was arranged to arrive in mid-street at 1940h while I was killing time in the nearby cofffee shop, another gangstalk scene where I had to allow some strange individual past me, like being at the cinema. The food service truck was parked in mid street, blocking at least 8 vehicles on the street, for which no owners/drivers needed for the 30 minutes it was parked there. The supposed delivery was then unloaded so the tailgate deliveries were onto the crosswalk that I used to later line up at the nightclub. By the time that I lined up and into the club, it was 30 minutes and this strange evening time food delivery was still in progress.

As I haven't been in a real nightclub for at least two decades, it was quite the experience; these red and green laser lights being shot onto a 3' mirrored ball made for some extra special shadows and lighting games. Too, a mandatory coat check was new to me, as well as a male washroom attendant who supplied soap to all hands, who likely enforced hand washing.

Light now came down for duration of the day, though nothing stayed and it served to mute colors and darken the sky for a shopping with my perp abetting FFF mother.  It was at a big box store which she rarely goes to, and lo, if all the culls and fat ones of Lnagford didn't surface somewhere. These two unshaven 50-ish males, one in camo, took the cake for the Extra Obvious Gangstalk Act (EOAGA) of the day. They arrived together and right behind me and got into a blather session at the shellfish section, following my mother's dithering games to create proximate  lingering when she wasn't looking for shellfish anyways. A good 8 minutes later, said shiftless males were still there. And might of they been fishermen (dressed and looked like it) doing some kind of extended loitering test over the distance dependent vibe (energetics) of shellfish? Or were they the Loyal Organized Psychopathic Scum-inals (LOAPS, and they often put on a loping gait) I so dislike to see? It really doesn't matter when it comes to the Unfavored Fuckwits, all of who should be dispensed with. One cute blonde babe was outside on a 2x reprise, as in faux waiting, and after that it was near full-on Unfavoreds inside; shiftless males, dithering biddies, very large Fat Girls, and a few brown-stalkers, either brown skinned or brown coated or both. My mother was dressed in two-tone brown for crissakes, so it is a no-brainer that they want to replicate my brown loathing at the First Feral Family household with the gangstalking Fuckwits elsewhere. And have I not said it umpteen times; if I don't like the color brown (and others), male vagrants and the rest of the scruffy-Fuckwits, why is it an 11.5 year long run of insane abuse in two countries at the hands of those who had followed and prescribed my every move for the prior 47 years? Just go fuck yourselves.

12-06-2013
There are plenty of cookies and biscuits on hand to stuff me with brown colored food at all hours. So far, (1300h), a shut-in day, getting up late to then have my mother use the vehicle.

And I see that the Wish List function of one of my very favorite tools and gadget suppliers has disappeared. Unlike Amazon, the wish list box is to pop up when an item is added to the cart, and lo, if it isn't there. First make it user-interface adverse, then withdraw the item anyhow, having searched for it. Kind of like running the gauntlet for yet more abuse at the end of it. Nothing new in that concept being applied to me more than most. Said tool store was physically visited in the absolutely insane abusive harassment days of 2002, and lo, if there wasn't a near overflow of gangstalkers there, the busiest I have seen the store, as I had visited it a number of times previously. And too, I was purchasing magnets, a sure fire way to stop the debilitating head pain beams they were firing at me. Magnets are are always a big defence method, provided they don't de-gauss them, which is what they later did, rendering them ineffective. If you can create a random generating method for EMF on your person you might have a hope of avoiding takeover and this fucking abuse. So far, I don't think anyone has succeeded as the perps can also remotely defeat electronics and physical objects in my experience.

Gratuitous mentions from my perp-abetting mother abound, getting slightly more bat-shit wacko than the last time I was here at the FFF, about a year ago. As an example, she starts telling me about the front door keys, and leaving the light on for my evening time return from above concert. None of which has any bearing as I would be driving into the garage with her vehicle, using the garage door opener in the vehicle and accessing the side house door for which I would have a key on the vehicle key set anyhow. No question the perps like to lay on logically incongruous statements and have me process them, and then discard them as irrelevant. Information acceptance or rejection (and auto-rejection from long discredited sources) is also a meta-theme for the perps, not just the content. Doddering dipshits and like brethren have no end of play in the Unfavored-sphere. And the Gangsstalking Capital of Canada has more than its fair share.

12-08-2013
I was kept busy all morning driving all over town with my abetting mother yesterday. To Walmart no less, where it turned out that she didn't want anything but a 2L carton of milk for crissakes. All those ambulatory Fuckwits doing the clusterfuck choreography, and one even pretending not to notice that he was walking beside my mother, coat arm to coat arm in the same direction but looking opposite directions, pretending that they didn't know. Once I saw this bullshit I said out loud, "you two know each other, and yet they remained in this faux formation for at least five more seconds.

I got the skunk at one store, my perp-abetting mother staying in the vehicle while this envisioned item, a plastic scraper for wine tanks, was found to be not available. A similar stunt some two years ago was done in the same way; I was looking for a safety item, knee pads, and there was nothing availible at this safety supply store only two blocks from today's skunk. (A "skunk", same as in fishing, is when one goes to a store for an expectable item and it is unavailble (for reasons of low stock, recent sell off, or never had the item in the first place).

It is the season for concerts it seems; at the Allison Crowe concert and young woman two pews ahead with coiffed hair (blonde on top, black underneath) must of scratched her head and lifted her hair at least 30x, not to mention leaning on her mother's shoulder for at least 20 min.of the hour long show. Like WTF; who but some Pschopathic Operative would appear so ridiculous in public. She didn't seem any bit deranged or mentally deficient, and yet this protracted hair pawing and head leaning exercise. The woman directly in front of me did a pointless stand-up for 5 min. of the 15 min. break. As the concert was in a church, with stain glass windows, it make for extra lighting fuckery. Not only flickering the lights inside, but also turning on the lights outside in the parking lot.

Another oddity at the Allison Crowe concert; she is very bubbly and talkative between songs, and at one point she was admonishing herself for "umms" and "ahhs" while speaking. Then she spoke some more, using umms and ahhs, and then said "I feel like I am in a loop (as in a repeating (self looping) tape). Then she said something most odd, "I'm not supposed to say that". Some of the audience laughed, but like WTF; why would she say something like that unless rehearsed in advance?

And to no surprise, I was had the row behind me empty of anyone, when it was a full house. Past concerts at larger venues with row seating have had the row in front empty while the seats were in demand.

Only one pacing male at his concert, apparently a sound man, and some dozen times unlike the above mentioned Basia Bulat concert/club visit.

12-09-2013
A Sunday, and more keeping me busy, my farm worker colleague and her ex-husband somehow got their calamities together and were 30 min. late for an 0830h breakfast. Though to be fair, they phoned ahead and the restaurant staff were informed and helpful as to their tardiness. And for my part, the perps had me "forget" to switch my phone from silent mode to ring mode after last night's concert, making me unavailable. And what is fucking point of that? Sure, they needed to have me sit/wait by myself and drink four cups of coffee, thereby getting browned, aka, brown resonant or whatever the perps do with their color games. And lo, if I didn't get a huge bowl of brown porridge when the food order finally came. No, it wasn't listed as such on the menu, but somehow I keep blundering into things and foods I don't normally eat.

And what is it about online orders, the perps having me initiate three so far, and picking them all up at the reespective stores in town.

Later, raking brown colored leaves in the backyard of the FFF house for a few hours. Time to get this posted for the week, less it run on for another.

Flight Time

12-11-2012
Yesterday evening, the fourth passenger aircraft trip this year to the Gangstalk Capital of Canada, and as regular readers will know, these are the first in some nine years of being beaten down by the Psychopathic World Order, or "Thems" or Fourth Reich. TI's have their own vocabulary for dealing with an undeclared hostile entity every moment of their existence, though I try not to get too far into TI-speak. But they do like to noisestalk me or otherwise create a disturbance anytime I think or type their name. More often now, they are flashing plasma beams, lights or having the grey fuzzy balls flit about, usually two of the latter in formation. Today, while driving the First Feral Family vehicle, and approaching a green light, and the instant I decided I was going to proceed and not prepare to stop (for a yellow light), they flashed a red plasma light in red, the same size of the green traffic light, displacing it to the R and down at the horizontal level of the bottom of the traffic light.

And it is always a big deal for the perps after I take a aircraft flight, as today they had me in for dental cleaning and doing driving for my mother, as she had coincidental eye treatments such that I drove her to her appointment, did shopping at the regular downtown Victoria supermarket, went to my dental appointment and then drove back to collect my perp-abetting mother. Yes, it is back to visiting the First Feral Family again, always a big moment for the perps, and all the more so that I just visiting the Gangstalk Capital of Canada. So much so, they had another professional screw up my intended appointment time for tomorrow, to have it later this afternoon. Yes, more appointment time screw ups, and too, blanking me out as to recalling my next one what/wherever it is. Another dental appointment in two days, and between them, that should drain me of $500.

And the re-visiting occasion at the downtown supermarket was so special they had the scanner not able to read the bar code, and had a dude do a price check, all to eventually return without the item and he "thought" that it was a "put back" as he called it. I said forget it, and when I came back to pick my mother up, I went to purchase the same item, and lo, if it couldn't be scanned, and another dude was onto price checking. The cashiers wouldn't take my word for it that it was $9.99 each time, but as they didn't know me, I can accept that. This is the same downtown supermarket I frequented some six years, and given the intense attention I get over food purchases, financial transactions, the color of everything and the constant freak show that is arranged around me, one can be sure this was a big deal for the Thems.

I had my teeth cleaning this morning by the dental hygienist; attractive, blonde and hovering over me, my biannual blonde girl contact/thrill. And lots of one sided chatter as I couldn't reply back with my mouth open of course, but that is OK. The perps do like to arrange one sided dialog with me, while I am actively processing the content and attempting to map into a coherent whole. With three new dental products to consider and their new requirements, I was indeed challenged as to how to introduce them into my present regimen. The perps have caused my gums to substantially recede which then incurs more products to deal with exposed root sensitivity and the rest of the dental contingencies.

And a more outrageous blatant example of being gangstalked too; an empty coffee shop except for me and a male mofo Fuckwit comes over to the next table, and places his backpack next to me. Like WTF; a welcome back to the Gangstalking and Abuse Capital of Canada it would seem. I swallowed down my remaining coffee and skedaddled. Which set me up for the dental hygienist visitation, having my teeth just "browned" by coffee, and then 15 minutes later taking X-rays of them. Exciting times in perpland to be sure.

12-12-2012
A second dental appointment, building up the inside of my top eye teeth for whatever reason. The dentist sprang it on me earlier this year when normally she tells me the story. But as I had to get another crown chip smoothed, and I was in two days ago for teeth cleaning, so the "need" of plastering dental plastic on two of my teeth must proceed. All $571 worth, another serious budget hit as I am not working this month. And a burst of three dudes, one in the ubiquitous hikey-bikey yellow cycling jacket as I came to the dental office assistant's counter. After that, more stalking culls on my way to the vehicle, one attempting to do the R side pass, coming straight at me. Then to the health food store I once frequently  patronized when living here, and lo, if there weren't more dudes doing loiter-stalking, making out doing deliveries. Then to the local LD, and in a most strange interaction, this ridiculous floppy-walking male, and apparent staff member, comes at me and asks if I am finding what I am looking for. As I don't know the store layout at this one, I asked him where the chocolate was, and after ditzing around he points me to the correct aisle. In the ten+ years of this insane gangstalking and patronizing the LD chain, and observing staff doing their stocking cart stalking, criss-crossing my path and all the rest of the gangstalking choreography, never once have any of them asked me what I was looking for. And today, I get this goof who seemingly picks me at random. I get to the Milka chocolate, and another two dudes are doing the faux shopping thing, walking ahead and looking sideways, (extended bendovers being another signature stalker trait), and lo, if by some unconventional means the chocolate bars don't burst out of my hand by themselves. So, fuck that, and I purchased what I had from elsewhere in the store and went to the checkout. But why are these aimless dudes clustering around and have no seeming day job?

And yesterday's cross town trip in the afternoon, about 1.5 hours after having a single chocolate bar, turned out to be bumper-to-bumber vehicular gangstalking for over 45 min. at 1500h in the afternoon. I had the army on my tail for 35 minutes driving through residential areas, and they even put on an EH-101 helicopter (yellow) from the Coast Guard, also seen earlier in the day flying over the First Feral Family house, and doing extended buzzing around for no seeming purpose. And suddenly at 1700h my farmer colleague needs me to go, and lo, if there wasn't even more vehicular traffic backed up in the just dimmed light. The perps love those dusk onset times, especially to run red vehicles ahead, behind, split apart, and in an astonishing piece of idiotic driving, they put two same red colored side by side vehicles, making a left turn in concentric formation, coming from my left to get in fronty of me, when there was only a single lane. That takes deliberate coordination as I have always seen one driver getting totally freaked out by a tailing vehicle irregularly inserted next to them while moving with no designated lane.

And in about four hours at 1800h, only 30 min. later than yesterday's 1730h run, though in the opposite direction, I get to meet my farmworker colleague again for a soup night with other friends. Why am I put through these gaming events all the time? This is the same dip-shit who told me "at least I will have privacy" in my new residence location in a phone conversation last week. Just leave me the fuck alone and go rape and fuck with your own operatives.

And don't go shooting any more innocents in malls; I haven't been to Clackamas Mall near Portland OR since about 1995 or so, and I would not want to be so aggrandizing as to assume that misfortune and fatalities always follows me, but I find it most odd that a relative unknown with no criminal history or gun ownership, goes into a mall with a white goalie mask (white plastic, hmmm) and a military rifle, announces to someone that he is "the shooter" and shoots three shoppers, two of them dead. Then he runs off and does himself in. And it would of been a lot worse if his stolen AR-15 rifle hadn't jammed, and if there is a perp involvement tip off, that would be it. They routinely fuck with objects by remote means all around me, and I can personally attest that they can remotely jam guns. Way back in 1972 for a summer army reserve employment, they did just that in a training room with us each with an FN-1 in hand during classroom training. With no ammunition, everyone could pull the breech block back except for me as it had somehow stuck;  the corporal starts to ream my ass as I was exerting a whole lot of force on it and then it suddenly released. No one else of 40 of us had any such problem at that time or any other, except for me. Funny how that happens.

An hour of plant pruning before and after lunch today, with the extra-yappy dog starting up again. Said dog had an unerring knack of starting a yap session just as I was cutting the branch with the pruners. Then after the dog finally gave up, the aircraft course overhead in greater numbers, and then the hot-rod muffler noise starts up to finish the session, with the rain coming on.

12-14-2012
1600h
And I see we have another tragic, even horrific, school shooting incident today in Newtown CT elementary school. It is almost predictable that they "happen" at the beginning and end of terms. I did not know about this until a few minutes ago, and as it occurred 0930h EST, three hours earlier than here, that would of made it 0630h. No radio on at the First Feral Family house, and nothing on all those TV screens at the TV store I visited for 30 minutes at 1430h.

More pruning today on this sunny and warm day, following yesterday afternoon's deluge upon my pruned branches still remaining on the backyard lawn. My gardening activities are getting protracted by way of adverse weather onset or else my perp abetting mother's driving requests.

I was severely pissed yesterday when they pulled a stunt, augmented by my mother's subsequent extra dithering just when urgency was called for, just to make me 30 minutes late two days in succession in visiting the same farmworker colleague. Yesterday it was an evening trip, and sure enough, they had me eat some chocolate before I set off, all to have for the first time in over ten years, a deep brown metallic colored gangstalking vehicle in front of me for some 5 minutes of tail-me time. The perps will go silly in introducing red colored vehicles around me in the dark, but never brown, save for the odd tan metallic finished, a hue very close to their much loved silver-grey tone.

Anyhow, I suddenly had to drive my  mother to a local function, just one way, return back to the First Feral Family house, wolf down a pork chop in tomato sauce with some green kale, and then depart. I had it all timed for me to leave on time and get fed, and the ex called to say she couldn't pick up my mother. And when I get to my farmworker colleague's place it was for soup, and lo, if it wasn't tomato based soup with kale chunks in it. That she also put on her short sleeve shirt to show off the majority of her arm skin covered in red psoriasis lesions surely wasn't a coincidence. And her ponytail-male platonic pal was there, but he seems OK apart from the irregular hairdo.

No helicopters and army vehicles tailing me last night, unlike the daytime before, but instead, the petroleum products tankers out at 1800h (heating fuel) and my erstwhile long-time corporate gasoline products gangstalker/supplier was out at 2200h for crissakes. That same outfit would arrange to be on my route on Sunday evenings nearly every week in the 2003 to 2006 vehicle ownership years before they arranged impoverishment to have the Volvo 245 removed from my possession.

More driving my mother into downtown, and then getting cluster fucked/gangstalked while trying on new hiking boots. It is such a big deal for the perps to put on the intensified idiot gangstalker show while I am removing, or trying new footwear on in public. No wonder they keep teasing me for weeks about a pair of hiking boots that seem to be the right ones at this particular discount web site by putting them in this email deal flyer every other day but don't add the extra discount. I had never seen this site do this before, selectively discounting items in an email flyer when the entire selection is discounted. Absurd; but as I need new hiking boots because the extant ones somehow "stretched" a full size bigger even if custom sized 23 years ago, this has now become a long running game. Thanks a bunch; they fuck me out of needed footwear and then fuck me around with online discount teases that mysteriously violate the years' long prior format of all electronic flyer items being discounted. Not to mention how my feet somehow changed from size 9.5 to 10 over that time span, (maybe that is normal though it would be news to me) and said stretched boots, originally a custom made size 9.5 are now size 11. Go figure. All this intense insanity over my hiking boots, though I use them for all my vineyard and farmwork jobs.

And more shopping skunks; just like six months ago; a small tanning salon I frequented in this gangstalking city prior to moving in 01-2012 has a particular scentless tanning adjunct product that I cannot get where I now live (smaller town) and cannot get online. And lo, if they aren't out of it again even if they sell large volumes. I had my tail arrive the instant I found I was skunked again. The perps pulled this same skunk stunt at this same tanning salon in the summer, after having a meal with above farmworker colleague in an adjacent restaurant.

And what it with this business dressed Fuckwit male, mid-50's to early 60's, hanging around in the TV and video shop, staring at me while I was speaking with the salesman? These grim well dressed males occasionally come to stand around for no apparent purpose, but rarely to the assholes chose to stare at me, a fleeting glance at best. But this Fuckwit has hanging around waiting for the salesmen I was speaking with. If I get any stares it is nearly always some quasi-deranged Fuckwit. Once I recieved the salesman's business card, he turned out to be the owner/manager no less, another occasion of the business owner getting dispatched to engage with me.

And while downtown, Christmas shopping time and all, why were there such a propensity of Fuckwits/shoppers chosing to come right at me when there was plenty of room on the sidewalk. One blonde woman got in closer using this ruse by looking sideways at the critical juncture to ensure no ambulatory street collision. Just plain berserk as it is consistent.

12-14-2012
My perp-abetting mother "needed" to do the annual near-futility of getting biscuits, as she calls them, at this particular nationwide department store downtown. Like WTF; she "needs" to do this before Christmas for the past six years at least, and every year this department store has less and less food products. And I have told her where to now go and she keeps insisting on going there. I got the certifiable whacko doing the pacing all around within 20' of the checkout or so, and even standing in one location for a while when this sudden eruption of shoppers queued up in front of us, the second store of two where this line-up formation eruption took place.

And the switcheroo with the cashiers again, with my mother doing the paying and me waiting beside me, and the initial babe cashier somehow needed to go elsewhere while my mother was doing the card fumbling act. I "happened" to be next to this gate to the cashiers area, and lo, if they didn't put on a babe to come through beside me followed my a large Asian male. Said male needed to return in a minute to sweep behind me again on his way to become a cashier further along. Like WTF; if someone is assigned to open a new till, why would they depart the cashier area to return a minute later? This insane relentless fucking commotion arranged around me at every public financial transaction I am party to. Then, the babe cashier somehow took longer to come back, and the much larger plain young woman came to take her place and put the items in the shopping bag. Whatever; swapping cashiers in mid-transaction is nothing new since this abusive imposition began in 04-2002, especially if transitioning from a Favorable (babe) to an Unfavorable (male, or fugly human) is nothing new. Though this time it was more like a Favorable to a less Favorable (Neutral maybe) cashier.

Yesterday while at a small specialty running gear store, they had the male owner course by to show me a few things, and two young women at the cash desk. One was blonde and almost attractive except for her very wide disproportionate mouth, the other might have been attractive save for this awful oversized loose curly wig she had on. It was extra obvious and I even checked the hair again when she wasn't looking and it had the characteristic iridescence of cheap artificial hair, like a stage wig that wasn't meant to be looked at closely. So to summarize the arranged freakishness; one normally Favorable member of the sub-population of young blonde slim women, was given a freakish mouth, and the other young slim brunette was in this ridiculous oversized curly wig. That is, two Favorables given Unfavorable features, and me looking at one to the next and attempting to answer how did I deserve this?

And more garden work this afternoon, always a big deal at the First Feral Family house; pruning again, and the perps went and sabotaged the pruners by having the pivot nut just drop off. Like WTF; I had taken them apart last year, cleaned them up and sharpened them, and somehow the pivot bolt had its threads worn down from no use whatsoever such that the main nut couldn't hold on. I rarely see any steel thread wear down, and to have this happen means near daily use with a sloppy fitting nut. But somehow, this set of pruners, which had not been used at all since mid-2011, had its key bolt thread wear down to the point of not being able to hold the mating nut.

And when I finally found a replacement pair of pruners, black steel handled instead of aluminum, why, the next door neighbors came out and started talking, and he eventually resorted to his long time habit of throat clearing. I have been pruning and plant tending off and on for a week now, and they were never out in their backyard, and within two minutes of me resuming with a different pair of pruners, why, they arrive and do their background talking, and then he and his long time throat clearing act. For a throat that never seems to get better, and he isn't a smoker.

Some 30 minutes after that, the Sikorsky S76 helicopter came over, and then another inside of 10 minutes, the latter with the paint scheme of being the air ambulance, not the commercial passenger flight. I moved to another plant to prune it, and lo, a single engine aircraft came in low (400' up) to then do its turns and climbs with all the attendant noise of course.

12-14-2012
After skipping shaving today, a full frontal shave and arms too. This is the three blade razor insert instead of the normal two, and a gree teflon strip as well. No big deal to me, but the shaving interuption stunts have been every other day now, and shaving is always a big deal, especially now that I am visiting this GS town and staying at the FFF house for nearly three weeks.

Every night now, the perps have prevented me from getting sleep for an hour or more, usually two hours. And with this single bed that has subsized sheets that get pulled off me in the night, why, it is just like old times, all these color and fabric combinations they like to mess with as I am in bed.

And of late, these planted wedding and engagement ideations. Another WTF; I have no romantic interests and only an eligible female TI would do. Even my 22 y.o.daughter makes herself scarce and is minimally engaged along with a certain thankfulness about most gifts I give her, birthdays and Christmas. It was last week in the final days of work at the winery/vineyard, and finishing up on discussing the aquistion of test bottles/containers for wine evaluation, that wife of the owning couple mentions containers of a smaller size that could be used for weddings. Whatever, though  she said "for your wedding", which seemed to be a syntactical error really to mean a generic instance, but she turned to look at me as she said it, which then made it in a personal context. I said something to the effect of  "not much call for that" (meaning I wasn't getting married anytime soon, which she would of known anyhow from our 8 month association), and she didn't say anything to alleviate the potential confusion. We were finishing up on this task, and I asked if we were done, with no kind of reaction to what she said, and went off to do something else. Another WTF; why would she make any inference about me and a wedding when she knew that I had no such plans, even remotely? (Not referencing the arranged and orchestrated existence I am kept in). So many WTF's of late, and for what? What is a better term; confounding illogical and irrational statements and behaviors by others (CIAISABBO)? I will stick with WTF moments, even if the first three letters of that acronym might have salience, though I have come to the conclusion that they are really the conventional physical world arm of the Fourth Reich. Wasn't it Jesse Ventura, a former Navy SEAL, early in his term as governor of Minnesota who met some 30 or so individuals organized in the basement of the state capitol building who introduced themselves but none would state what their mission was when asked? They claimed to be from the CIA, a bogus rationale as they aren't to have any domestic US operations. No news or congressional interest or hearing about that of course.

Time to post this on this very dim and windy Sunday afternoon, keeping the weekly or so format going.

Buddist Merit Dedication

01-17-2012
2010h
One of my farmworker colleagues, a woman who has criss-crossed my path by working for former employers of mine, or is mirroring me in terms of significant activities like attending horticulture class, (viticulture in my case), sent me an email after her visit to a Buddist dharma festival, I "dedicate any merit I have accumulated by attending this festival to your permanent happiness". Like WTF; anyone who even looks at me, let alone interacts me in any significant way has been approved, scripted, rehearsed and trained, so with her near two year long association, I am supposed to believe this is genuine? Then she phoned tonight to interupt my studying just when I got started, and as part of the conversation I say that I don't have any control in what happens to me, and she says "no one does". And of course the perps made me dithered to react to this, as it speaks volumes; that she believes in the prison planet world of total control of all beings (not even I have ventured that far), and of course, how does she know anyhow? Neither question was asked of course.She has never discussed her conspiracist leanings to me, and I would be the one person who she could relate to on this topic. Ergo, she gets her information from someone else.

She is also on record as of two weeks ago, saying that I will be working with Mexicans this summer, and when I asked how did she know, she just blew me off with a vapid generalization. There is a good chance of course, now that I am in the farmworker class, and attempting to improve my lot by taking a viticulture course at present. So..., with our mutual path crossing over the past year, and the constancy of a particular notorious someone in the past 12 years, I am coming to think the farmworker colleague just maybe this person in morphover form. When the perps put someone on me for two years or more, and plan parallel activities all the while, as well as working together on one farm, and she working at the daffodil farm that I have worked at, it is beginning to seem mighty curious.

01-18-2012
Got my first mail at my new address, as unbeknownst to me they were accumulating at the office since I moved here Jan.05. Of four items, three were invoked "problems". UPS wanted to nail me for an amount equal to what I paid them when I picked the parcel four weeks ago. "Somehow", their finnancial system tried to bill be again, when there was no way whatsoever to pick up the parcel without me paying taxes and duties. Go figure. Then a bill from the electrical company, saying that I didn't pay the last bill when I did, as per the bank's financial records. Then the ISP+phone company has the most balled up bill, billing me for things I never ordered when I shut down the account for Jan.04, 2012. But at least they got my address correctly to send this outrageously wrong bill to me. At the time I was told I was going to recieve a check when instead, I get a bill. It would be another 40 minutes on the phone to sort this one out, now that they have reduced their service level, per last phone call. Which wasn't much better than the dude circus that erupted in their offices, 15 of them ahead of me within the first two minutes of them opening their doors.

And why does this admininstrative sabotage happen to me, and what purpose does it serve? I have no idea as the the latter, but when the harassment first started I had to attend to my bills when I got jerked into hospital for no reason in 04-2002. I paid them all in one go, and lo, if the whole lot of them didn't somehow all get lost in the mail for four weeks. Once I found they weren't recieved, I sent off payments again, and they got through the second time. Like WTF; why does this insane juvenile abusive insanity keep being applied to me for something so strange; fucking my bill payments, with the recent move as an excuse to stir up yet more sabotage?

Last night, on the eve of our first quiz, done today, why, a local earthquake for crissakes. All us studying students were in the area, and for some reason the perps figured they needed to shake the ground.

01-19-2012
No earthquake on the eve of the second quiz this week, unlike two nights ago. It was a combination day; first an hour long quiz in the morning, and then a field trip to a winery afterward. In other words, dress for a very cold day outside, but first write this exam for an hour inside before heading out. In other words, long underwear with windproof pants on top, and a silk undershirt with a heavy-weight undershirt on top.

And lo, if the perps didn't make me almost late for class, and the instructor had everyone there arranged with a center table for me alone. This is normally the instructor's table that he works from, I was in his spot for the hour long quiz.

And it was pruning again, just a half hour in the perishing cold, and the perps have a big interest in me whenever I cut foliage or anything else for that matter. Stiil fresh from last week's use in pruing and my classmates buzzing all around.

There is one E. Indian dreadlocks freak in the class, and the perps are giving him extra gangstalking duties, doing the "come straight at me and then divert when within 3' of me". The odd thing was that he headed out from the tasting room in front of everyone, as if he was headed to the washroom, but then came back in within 30 seconds, which meant no genuine washroom visitation. So why does a sane individual leave a group activity (wine tasting), to exit the room for 30 seconds so to set himself up to come straight at me on his return? All to give me extra freak time, as he is quite a collection of Unfavoreds in one person. And at least three redcoats took turns to course around me as we visited the winery, and tasting room with a bright yellowjacket in their too.

01-21-2012
I got to wear my Yaks-Trax for the first time. And amazingly, they didn't pop off or present any problem for the 15 minute walk to the campus. In fact, they worked well in the packed snow and ice on some sidewalks. This would be the very first time in nearly ten years that something new that I would be unfamiliar with, apart from clothing and footwear, didn't fuck up. Truly an epic moment for this victim where even turning on a light switch gets sabotaged.

The bathroom stopper "grew" in the night and didn't fit this morning. Or else they downsized the drain in the sink, sometimes it is difficult to know what they are doing exactly. Hence, no shaving this morning, always a big deal for the perps. the extra time I had was taken up with extra yoga, and a protracted crap to follow. A sudden "need" came on and it just might of been this morning's breakfast. I have known them to put food through my system in less than an hour.

A tanning session this afternoon, replete with gangstalking vehicles covering me just before going into the moribund tanning salon. I had my shiftless males circulating while I waited. A different type of bed, so I shall see if I am burned tomorrow. A follow-on legs shave after that, the first shaving of the day, at dusk onset no less. The just-tanned (exposed actually) leg stubble ended up being shaved off within 20 minutes of being at the tanning salon, and I am sure that this was a very important shaving event  for the perps, the first one of the day being my legs due to the sink stopper hassle they cooked up in the night.

And what is with the black gloves on student next to me? He also has an unerring knack of putting his head in my line of sight as I am looking at the projection screen; 20-30x/day is no fluke, so how does he know to move his head when he isn't looking in my direction?

Hmm.. past public data on this viticulture course indicates a 50-50 split between men and women, and here we have nine guys to one female. How does this statistical anomally erupt this year? And the dudes take turns to wear their toques in class, with the guy opposite going through a different ball cap almost every day; bright red, blue with same red piping, a muted burgundy red and so it goes.

The Unfavored freak (male, E. Indian, scraggly beard, dreads, bag hat/toque per above) likes to be gangstanking me out of class in the doorways; twice in two days at the library, and at least two more in the subsequent days

01-22-2012
1400h
Sunday tanning again, two days later to "catch up" from three weeks since the last time. back to admiring (per planted mindfuck) my bronzed and hairless legs. Who knew this was an harassment and abuse  outcome? Not me.

A flush of yelling yobos and dude talk erupted just after my tea break, and when starting up the PC. It was the same after lunch, except not so loud. Also in the mix were room shakings "from" other motel doors, and the encirclement strut. This room is bounded on three sides by a walkway and then a stairwell to the first level, so that provides the assholes an ideal set up to send someone in loud boots to walk along, in front, then the S. side and to the stairwell with the addition of ringing iron handrail noise. And this room sits over top of the entry way, so vehicles are parked or passing through underneath, also a bonus for the harassment assholes.

Back to writing a paper.

2200h
I am sweating bullets to get this paper done, and what happens? I get phone calls, aka an EMF disturbance at one's ear through a piece of plastic, and how many times have I related stories about each of them? Countless times, and lo, if the form of a telephone reciever we have both together, at my ear, inches from my brain, the seem locus of the perp's nonconsensual human experimentation initiatives. Not to mention that I am being kept in a densified magnetic field, measured at 1600 Gauss back in 2008.

And for the fourth time today, after a tea or lunch break, and then resuming writing and reading for the assigned report, why, an eruption of male voices for 10 to 20 minutes, someone walking outside who then circumnavigates this room, and wall, floor and ceiling poundings (no rooms overhead) carefully timed at particular intervals, especially if I pick up a book or stop reading one. And how could this strange behavior of others be anything but organized, as if four times in one day timed for the same circumstances. Not to mention the usual litany of red and late-yellow traffic light running games at intersections, and the stopping into the crosswalk. Just daily events when in Victoria, and now it has erupted here too, since I came here two weeks ago.

01-23-2012
I got my assignment written last night, no thanks to the perps who were hammering me constantly with memory dithering, preventing me from finding my last location in the book after a momentary diversion to type something. I never, ever had any recall problems with re-finding my location in a book while writing/typing, and suddenly, I am totally abushed with this new level of remote influencing abuse. They weren't able to fuck with my short term recall until 2007, and I suppose the decided to give me a whack of it all at once. It was fucking insane, and it was 2330h, and I was getting dithered over this and constant keyboarding sabotage. A piss poor effort, no thanks to the assholes.

I had better get this posted, orit will be another week of letting it slide.

Tree Seedling Handling

I see my email got hacked again, and a message that purports from me, "Hola, friends", did not come from me and there are no records of it in my Sent box. I changed my password, as I see it was a hack from a few days ago, and I am hoping this bullshit is over.

1900h
Thats my new job for the next four weeks, handling tree seedling plugs and wrapping them in in bundles with shrinkwrap. It is about the easiest job I have had in horticulture, my new imposed career courtesy of my perp masters, when they allow me to work of course, which hasn't been full time. When they did their "shock (literally, in more than one way) and awe" high abuse onset in 04-2002, they didn't let me work at a job until 2008, and that was picking daffodil bulbs for two months.

And some 30 to 40 people on this afternoon shift, though today it was orientation and a warm-up. And yes, the freak count was high, though to be fair, there are three native Indian reserves nearby, and they count for some half of the crew in all their corpulent variety, as well as facial features like missing teeth, vacant stares, and even one fucker doing the "come at me" walk, and then averts at the last moment. Fucking bizarre I get this all over town and now at work. Just like last year and the Fugliest Negro coming at me for no reason.

Other freaks from the Unfavored demographic groups are a skinhead, elder dudes, the crack case like hoodie dude, and a negro woman, one who I met in 2008 at the farm job, and conversed with her enough to tell her this tale of woe. Today, she treats me like a leper, avoiding me twice and then barely saying hello, which is straight out of the perp playbook, friendly people going unfriendly. She pulled this stunt earlier this year at a bus stop where I was, wallking straight past me, looking deadset forward and pretending not to notice me 2' away. Just more of the usual bizarre antics the perps command in my proximity.

I had a notion she would be there, through a supposed mutual former co-worker who I email every fe days and will help move her out of her house next weekend, not tomorrow. On the way to the bus stop today, a negro dude was talking to himself and wearing a long skirt just to add to the show. Then on the bus a negro woman on the cell phone the whole 25 minute trip, so one can see that I was "negro-ed" in advance of getting to my perp abetting mother's place to then borrow her vehicle to get to the tree nursery. A negro stalking prior to working with a known-before negro.

And a legs and nut shave last night, and the perps always go extra beserk the next day, and today was no exception. They seem to like me doing this on Thursday nights for some reason when it was Saturday nights for three months prior. This leg shaving started in June as part of getting my legs tanned, surely a perp planted vanity notion as I never particularly cared what my legs looked like as I wore long pants al the time. But as all male features and comportment styles are getting exposed in all their facets, bare hairy legs, beards, shaved heads, hairy arms, waddle walking and the like, it would seem the perps did not want me to share in them this year by me looking at my own legs. So... this sudden vanity streak erupted in June this year (2011), along with a "need" to have short spandex shorts for the summer, and nothing to do with the fugly below-knee baggy shorts male parade I see all the time, and even now with the cold wet weather.

I picked up a parcel on the way there, a brown cardboard one, and lo, if the vehicular gangstalking on the way to the tree nursery didn't feature a large cardboard box in the pickup ahead of me, and accompanying vehicles to box me in to prevent me from passing the fucker.

Said parcel had a Peltor earmuff hygeine kit; replacement earpads and sound dampening foam. And for the second successive occasion, the earpads didn't quite fit, being 3mm too large in diameter, but identical in the symetrical oval shape. The previous replacement set were 2mm too big. So... I take the new foam insert and stuff it into the earmuff cup along with that I had on hand, and have tossed two new sets of earpads out. I just don't seen the point of these fucking games, pissing with my earmuffs which I have on my head most of the time, adding in new foam (three per earmuff cup now) and getting stiffed with the old earpads that are splitting up. Besides, the ringing noise in my head is just as bad, and if the perps want to punch a particular noise through to my ears, they can bypass the earmuffs altogether and deliver the exact noise at their prescribed volume, which is often the same as without the earmuffs on.

2000h
I see that the Dymo twin label printer is flashing one of its two blue lights that are normally constant. So I look under the lid and I see yesterday's file folder label that got stuck is gone altogether, as I couldn't pull it out in either direction and gave up. I attempted to reload the file folder label spool, but no, it fucked up and the label loader motor wouldn't take it. More things to repair, but different than I left it last night.

2250h
Something from Rachael O hits a nerve today:

Being targeted has forced me to be such a loser and surrounded by people I would not have chosen to be around. ...I am forced to depend on people who are not really interested in winning, just maintaining.

Oh my, how I could write volumes on the dipshits I have been saddled with over my years as MC slave/abusee. Yessir, yet another part of the gangstalking/harassment/abuse scene is surround reasonable intelligent people with utter dumbshits. Not that I am comparing intelligences to my fave TI-in-arms, but it has been a very common perp theme, and all the more now since the day of infamy came on me in 04-2002. My in-town brother has had a starring role, and burnished at little more today when he "happened" to be at the First Feral Family house on the PC when I arrived there today to borrow my perp-abetting mother's vehicle.

Every few months he gets tasked by my mother in concert with me, to remove landscape vegetative matter like weeds, cut branches and any weedy or non-compostable matter (too woody). He grumps about it, but has the perfect vehicle to remove it readily, a white trades van. It usually takes him weeks to come by, and by then it has been doused with rain water, soaked some, even if it is in plastic bags. And so he complains that it is wet. Like WTF; pick it up right away so it doesn't get wet. Then he launches his hoary master excuse for everything, "I don't have enough time". Well, as it turns out, he was a totally focussed garage sale trover outside his day job, wheeling and dealing all over town and knows the entire street map of this town in his head. A year ago, for some obscure reason (read, perp managed), he takes up kick boxing to initiate fitness for the first time at 51 y.o. Commendable, and he goes 3x/ week regularly. So he found time to do this regular activity, and in doing so, blows a mighty hole in his stock excuse for inaction, "I don't have enough time". I reminded him once about this logical disjunct a few months ago and expected that would be the end of this 20 year long excuse he trots out. But no, he brings it up again, and I remind him of how he brought kick boxing into his life, and I let it go at that. He is like a stuck record/CD, even if he has no defensible and logical rebuttal. How can one have a discussion, enlightened arguement with a logical cripple? One cannot, ergo, another loser/go-nowhere person in my existence.

That he lost one eye in an accident of some kind, only he was there, when aged two from the perps (IMHO) doesn't seem to disuade him from his present perp-abetting rut he lives in. The reason I maintain the perps did it, is that in this totally perp managed family, with abetting parents from the get-go, there is absolutely nothing that happens that is an accident. Also, I get vision perturbations and hacking every waking minute, often one eye, then the other with strange focussing or double vision, always momentarily. And given that the eye socket and eyeball size has reached maximum size by age two, I suspect the perps knew exactly when to pull this stunt off in expected support of them covertly investigating me at that juncture, aged seven then, and ever since. I point out to my brother that the perps likely gouged his eye out and here is abetting them. I also point out that the perps are likely depressing him, and messing with the muscle/tendom problems he has, and that he should go and ream his handler's ass to get the real story on how much he is getting fucked. But no, he just mumbles something, and carries on as this feckless quisling. I suppose my problem is that I am motivated, won't ever accept the status quo, and am principled. And I get saddled with two brothers and parents who just aren't up to this standard of human interaction, (or pretend to be, or are managed to be). Maybe one person in my working career was intellectually interesting and shared my sense of motivation and dispair over the feckless, the liars, the goofs, and the rest of the tawdry lot I have been stiffed with as part of this perp managed life, down to the last gnat fart within 10 miles of me. Even last year's TI meeting in Nanaimo was an exercise in consorting with the idle-minded (or else constrained), save one with some spark in her. They didn't initiate any discussions, they didn't ask what was happening for me, they were in passive mode nearly all the time, if not in hang-dog pose, and one even came in to sit close with her back turned on me, the classic shit I deal with on the fucking gangstalker cruiser, the city bus freakshow, every week or more. So the entire event was arranged IMHO, though maybe not all of the dialog was scripted perhaps. I am not even allowed a free-form discussion and interaction with the regional TI community when I get to meet them in person it seems.

Well maybe one more was an interesting person in the past 20 years, and that was Ms. L of the story, whom I met at the Seattle national ADD conference in 2001. She was funny at times, a joy to be with except when she was hungry and then things deteriorated very fast. And she was making, it seemed, an honest effort to deal with her ADD issues, if not a little too excessive and quirky at times. In short, we clicked, and had similar interests, and were mutally supportive in our ADD issues, web research discoveries, attending cultural events etc. So... a week before the perps invade my apartment and out themselves as overt abusers, escalating it of course, Ms. L is off to New York. We talked on the phone long distance once that week, and it wasn't the best call I had from her, as she was so emotionally wracked from seeing the 9/11 destruction. Understandable, and we expected to meet up when she got back soon. But then a day or two after the Day of Abusive Infamy struck, the next call I got from her was that she was back in Seattle (she said). I conveyed what went on with the apartment invasion and all the real world things that happened and their continuing physical presence as well as the new (to me then) gangstalking, and she lapsed into this new familiar bullshit about seeing my doctor. I gave her some more examples of what was going on, she got all testy, and then hung up. I never heard from her again when she was a supportive person and that it was totally out of character for her. So ended the second instance of a motivated person I have met in the past two decades, though in fact, the whole ending had to be scripted. Whether she was an act, or whether she was genuinely ADD with some emotional amplititude problems I have no idea. But it is profundly clear in hindsight that the perps wanted to build up this mutally empathetic and supportive relationship and then suddenly jerk it away, never to replace it since of course. So yes Rachael, it is lonely as a questing TI, and that situation is managed to a significant degree by the perps down to even a fleeting empathic smile from a bank teller. Never mind anything more meaty or engaging than that.

Back to Rachael O's post today; I love her pithy, lucid and objective analysis as she skewers the pathetic, indolent and the complacent; "Peacable loving people piss me off after a while". Hmm, maybe I will get to meet her sometime and form our own principled TI group. A joke.

And here we have TI-lite, not meant in any way to diminish, deride or deny the absolutely atrocious experiences of JK Rowling (author of the Harry Potter books) as conveyed to the ongoing public  Leveson Inquiry about abuses by the press in the UK. Why yes, I am harassed and gangstalked in public all the time, followed and surveilled as well. It is much the same as a TI, except the public pictures and stories in the newspapers; "besieged", "hostage", "drove ..out" of one's home, "watching you", "unjustifiably intrusive" etc. all apply, all the time as a TI. But it is MUCH, MUCH WORSE for TI's; one's cognitive and physical abilities are being remotely dithered and hacked and messed with, and one's life is a scripted charade 24x7. And that is not all; one's entire physical world is altered to make it constantly adverse as well as strange; telekinesis and teleporting objects, mostly lint, crumbs, threads and water drops are in constant abundance and take trajectories that are often unconventional. I sometime's wonder if celebs and whomever the press chooses to invade isn't also a perp concocted arrangement so they can keep a spectrum of life invasion and disruption going as part of their nonconsensual human experimentation/research imperative.

Anyway, too much pondering tonight, and time to post this.

Lunch then Rain

1320h
There seems to be something big going down today, harassment-wise, but it is hard to put a finger on what it is. It started out with the perps dumping a teaspoon of ground coffee from the just-opened package of coffee (and putting on adversity in opening it and finally cutting off the mangled top of it), dumping it on the stovetop, burner, floor, oven handle and down under the burner in the catch pan. Just plain gratuitous coffee mess, their trademark, as they didn't bother to shake my hand that was holding the spoon or anything like that. Anyhow, only a short rage-ification over that, their brown color games starting up.

After breakfast and when in the bathroom and shaving (always a prime Fuckover activity), they started up the door closing thudding, lock clatter and the squeaky door noise from the hallway, at least ten iterations, and then posted dude talk on the other side of the wall, again from the hallway. Anyhow, when this was all over and I was changing into clothes and putting on my watch, I see it is 1030h. I woke up at 0700h this morning according to the clock, and at most it would of been 0930h. I checked the time on the kitchen stove clock, and then online, and it was in fact 1030h. So... some asshole dialed my alarm clock by an hour in the night, as I had been using it to get up at 0500h for the recent daffodil picking job.

My intown brother phoned during breakfast to respond to the phone message I left him yesterday, about pruning his front bushes, a job that got screwed around last weekend because he hid the extension cords.(He was away in Thailand for a month and I looked after his cat while away, back a week). I said I would come over, and the usual arrangement is that I know where the key is, and find my own way around due to his intinerant garage sale habit. I get dressed in my garden work clothes, and aim to get a bus in short order, and then a sudden need to crap comes on. I duly comply, and then find out the perps plastered my ass in shit in one of the most unusal messes to date, in all nine years of being harassed over taking a shit. So more delay, to take a shower to clean up, and it seems there is plenty of perp mileage in having me remove clothes in short order, after about 20 minutes of wearing them. So... I get set again to take a later bus, and head out into Gangstalk Land, my name for the streets of Victoria BC.

The usual proliferation of high arm swinging gangstalkers are out in place, though not too wierd, and then I am 60' from the bus stop when two dudes arrive 12' in front of me, and don't bother to make room on the sidewalk, which is at least 10' wide, and lo, if there isn't a constriction in the sidewalk due to a panel sign from the adjacent business, and this fucker still doesn' make any room on the sidewalk. His buddy is, and is smirking away, but the dude closest pretends he doesn't have a clue how utterly fucking rude he is, and still doesn't get it when I ask that he move over, waiting for him to go past as I am impeded by the street sign panel (painted plywood). Like WTF; this fucking dude-rudeness is suddenly getting worse, and I have yet to be convinced it doesn't spell orchestrated threat simulation.

Anyhow, the bus comes on time for once, and I was on the city bus freakshow, true enough, there were some odd ducks on board who didn't need to go far, and it always seems most odd that they don't walk instead for all the overhead time it takes to get a bus, (planning per schedule and waiting). I get my usual escort off the bus, this time two women, and lo, if one doesn't pull the identical stunt at the same location as the last time I was there; she is walking on my usual route, so I cross the road and walk on the other side, and lo, if she doesn't jaywalk 30' further and crosses the road to end up on my tail, and lo, if there isn't another fucker coming toward me at that moment, carrying the obligatory cigarette.

It is starting to rain, and as it "happens" (nothing never happens due to random chance in my existence) said brother is driving by and stops to give me a lift to his place. He says the rain is seeming to come to stay, and it isn't the transitory shower, and I agree, and say that I will hang out at his place, and have lunch there (if that is OK with him), and he says it is fine. I also mentioned that I need to go over the timesheet I sent him by email, the record of the cat care in his absence. Fine, and I see he found two extension cords, one plugged in, and had my gumboots sitting outside next to the electric pruning clippers. Funny that for a person so pressed for time that he spends it getting me ready for the pruning job.

All this at 1100h or so, and he tells me all about his holiday in Thailand and what it was like, and what travelling was like and the rest of it, at least an hour's worth. All this time I was listening to him, and then later we went over the spreadsheet I sent him and agreed on the cat care hours. I have lunch there, listening to what he was saying, and just when finishing up he says he has to go and soon, due to garage sale commitments. Fine, I say, I will depart on my own steam and lock up, as it is still raining outside, precluding any pruning work. Then he says he would drive me to a certain location on his intended route that I don't need to go to, and I turn down his offer. Then he suggests another location, which again, is contrary to my intended return direction. Then he finally says he would drive me to Esquimalt and Head street where I catch the bus, and I accept the offer.

Getting in the van turns out to be another First Feral Family stunt; getting in, and recalling that he "forgot" something, going back inside, dithering around at the door, and then pulling the electrical cord from the socket, and finally getting back in. In every instance of having vehicle rides with the FFF, they all started up this constant bullshit of delaying vehicle entry, protracting it or else getting out again, all of them. On the way there I ask him why he has frozen and canned salmon in the vehicle, his trades van, and he says it is for someone. Like WTF; I just had some of his canned salmon for lunch, as did he, and here is taking some along for a mysterious "someone". As we approach Esquimalt Rd where the bus route is, one crosses by 60' ahead at the traffic light controlled intersection. I tell my brother not to go silly over attempting to get me on it, as the buses run every ten minutes and I can wait out another. But he decides that he would, and with a left turn lane and a through lane ahead of him, he takes the through lane, when turning left would of got me to the bus still sitting in the bus stop. But instead of going straight through, per traffic lane markings, he makes a left instead, pulling an all-star perp dumbshit stunt like I have seen them do on occasion. He then pulls ahead of the bus stop, and he tells me it is still there as passengers are still boarding, looking in the mirror, and I bail out, and dash back along the sidewalk to get the bus. I seem to be the last person to board, and somehow, some dude ends up on my ass at the payment box while getting my bus pass out. Funny how it happens, these types ending up from behind me from nowhere, the second time today. I get to the back of the bus where there is a seat, but in a streak of rude-dudeness, one dude has three seats occupied, so I end up sitting over two bucket seats. The usual city bus freakshow ensues, getting five dudes with brushcut hair all around me, and one redcoated hoodie girl. The bus just crosses the blue bridge and is finally getting to my bus stop to get off, and lo, if there isn't two wierds hauling a 17' red fiberglass canoe across the street, crossing ahead of the bus' path. Anyhow, I get off with a four dude consort who seem to have me covered in knowing which direction I headed, away from the canoe stunt.

I walk some two blocks to my place, and lo, if there isn't yet another dude coming at me again. I just don't get it why so many supposed pedestrians are not only walking in my intended path and making a sudden diversion some 10' ahead, but are now making steps to walk directly into me. It is fucking insane that I am not allowed to walk anywhere without threat of collision or worse. Bad enough that I get run-down attempts when on the crosswalk with the traffic signal, but to get someone in my face when walking on a public sidewalk is going to get fucking ugly real soon.

So now that I get to ponder about this morning's games, the big question is what was it all about? My brother making the left turn from the through lane to get me to the waiting bus with a minimum of street transit time, or what? And keeping a sample of the prior lunch food (canned salmon) I had to eat in the van with him? Don't know, but it was all too fucking stupid, and it would never of happened if it weren't raining, as I would of done the pruning job at his place. Go figure....

1920h
Relative calm for the past hours of web surfing, with stereo music players and components being a strange "need" to be updated on. I cannot afford any such luxuries, and here I am being made to look at $10k CD players, surely an anachronism by now, as a digital file will sound as good they say. Even some of the high guru of audiophilia have come to that conclusion. Everytime I have a look at all the interesting audio equipment I re-design the ideal system, and I suppose this fits the perps pattern of having me covet particular gear, then something else later, and so it goes, sometimes fed by FFF mentions of them getting a system, which never comes to fruition.

The earmuffs were getting very noisey with this rumbling din setting up in them, and that is how it goes in TI World; objects that ordinarily offer protection are exploited to be deleterious. And of course, that can change overnight, or whenever they decide that years of wearing hearing protection from the cacaphony of orchestrated noises no longer serves their purposes. More like, it is that I have dark green plastic earcups, white acoustic foam, and a metal band and a black vinyl band cover close to my head that really serves the purpose, likely some kind of color and material energetic reaction, unless anyone else out there has any other suggestions as to why the perps parade objects by, often arranging touch or some form of contact in the process. Or, getting close, like today's Fuckwits coming at me. Funny how pedestrians are changing their walking habits; LH drive, coming at me, and today, a sudden burst of a seeming independent gangstalkers that desparately needed to pass me on the R side, even if up against the store windows. Just plain fucking beserk is what the perps are.

2140h
An early bed time tomorrow to get up at 0500h for a 0638h bus to the daffodil farm. It was raining most of the day, so it should be boot sucking muddy out there tomorrow pickin daffodils for 20 cents a bunch. A tedious way to keep the cash flow up after the recent perp caused expenses.

Some interesting web site browsing tonight, and that kept me occupied enough for the last two hours, with plenty of bookmark action that the perps like so much. And too, the smudging of my eyeglasses every evening now, one or both lenses to varying opacity, a seeming important evening time testing game the perps have going.

Without further ado, I shall blog off and the next few weeks of blogging will be slim as the farm job sucks 12 hours out of my day, and I suspect it will be nearly every day until the end of Febuary when the let us locals go and had the imported Mexican labor do all the work.