Order and Disorder

05-21-2019
I attempted to order online tix to a local club as part of my every (approx) 3 month fix to see live music at the Dream Cafe. I wrote the date and time in my diary, and then proceeded to order online via Paypal which "somehow" failed, twice. This erupted into yet another instance where the Psychopathic assholes had me write the event in my diary on the wrong month/week (by way of remote dithering as I don't make these mistakes, and especially when knowing that the Psychopaths of Remote Neural Fuckery are constantly on my ass). This has "happened" far too many times to count, (maybe 5x/year), these mental intrusions of date book/appointment fuckery that "happens" by at least two orders of magnitude more  since all this insane shit came down 04-2002.

This time, they added more FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt) into the mix, as by the next attempt to order tickets, I just may get shut out due a sudden eruption of bookings. (In other words, the diary entry stands, but as the event has not yet been formally booked and paid for, there exists a risk that it may get fully booked in the interim, a variation on the "getting the wrong date" jerk-arounds that have become a factor in my imposed existence as a human non-consensual human experimentation subject). And just what is it that so interests the insane Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich (PFR, alternately, the Psychopathic Confederacy (PC), or if you prefer, The Powers That Be, TPTB) that they need to continually subject their victims to constant date re-assignment/certainty fuckery? (Add on the litany of cancellations and postponements of other engagements plus the odd missed event, i.e. "forgot"). The short answer is, "I don't know (or care), so leave me alone after 17 years of this insane abuse".

I will posit that the longer considered, but speculative, answer is that the Psychopaths, per above, have selected victims/subjects to research their need to find the Universal Wave Function, as per Hugh Everett III and the Many Worlds Interpretation MWI. And I just "happen" to be one of the more predominant victims; as far as I know, they don't torture or abuse any other TI with such intense scrutiny or orchestration. And as mentioned in many prior postings, I am also a likely MKULTRA victim, having three years of recall deleted when I was aged 2 to 5, two of which were spent in that hotbed of mental state trashing of perhaps thousands of victims, McGill University, Montreal, PQ, where my father took his PhD where the mind trashing took place under the direction of Dr. Ewan Cameron, the Uber Satan of Psychiatry.

Said Many Worlds Theory posits that all variations and permutations of a decision have their own world; somewhere there are worlds where all this exists (the "realist" version, though others have a theoretical (relative state) version).  So it would seem that forced screwing up of merely writing down the date (as it "happened") is a part of their ongoing Fuckery Campaign, which has likely been in place all my life, and accelerated since 04-2002. (And can we also count the 100+ or so typos just to compose these two paragraphs?). More many Worlds Interpretation links exist, and I have by no means have given them justice, and passed on the lame-assed Wikipedia version. This one at Quora looks more interesting.

05-24-2019
I finally got to deal with my unemployment claim from earlier this year that suffered not one, but two, peculiar and extended delays. First was the employment record to be furnished by the employer that was held up for no reason whatsoever. I spoke (nicely and respectfully) with the employer hold-up Chief Financial Officer at least twice to no avail, and was fed utter nonsense. An email to his boss, whom I had met on the job site (decent guy) got matters moving all inside the next day. As to why the CFO deigned to handle my paperwork himself was never determined, as the employment record submission is something that the payroll flunkies do. That two month delay seemed to be a "warm up" cookie for the unemployment outfit, who having all the paperwork in hand, then decided to keep me holding for a "decision", and on and on it went. So... off to the local government office where they confirmed all my paperwork was in order, and so I got to use the government phone to phone the correct office.

After a five minute wait on the phone, I got what I later considered to be the shake-down stooge. First she asked about where I got the notice that the unemployment claim was pending, and I said it was in my bi-weekly reports and my government services account. This woman insisted that it would only be the latter and not the former, and I disagreed. Then I said it really doesn't matter where it was, it states that "a decision is to be made soon" (by them). Then she goes on as to why I waited so long to phone them, and I said I only learned today that this was possible. Then she says, "didn't you read the form that was sent Dec. 18, 2018", and I said yes, and I will look it over as I have it at hand, which I did. I read the letter on both sides, and no phone number. She doesn't act surprised, or say anything. Then she proceeds with, "didn't I look online for a phone number", and I said I did, but couldn't find one. (Again, no response). Then I said, why don't you take online email, and she said, "we don't provide that service". Then she asked me, "why did I wait so long to contact them" (latter 02-2019 to present, 05-23-2019). I said, the message first said, wait to March 05, and then was replaced with an undated version;
 

We have received new information on your claim but have not yet made a decision. We are making every effort to review this information as soon as possible.

Which means the onus is on them to tell me, right?

And then I asked just what is the official definition of "soon", and why don't you publish it, and furthermore, put a date limit on the notice (above), stating that I am to call them after a certain date, with the supplied phone number (heretofore, kept secret). Too logical, and too pointed I suppose, so immediately after that, she turned me over to a male, who was cool and calm, reviewed the claim and affirmed all was in order and that it was allowed and all was OK. (No reference to the prior pit bull questions whatsoever). I asked him if there was any reason for this latter three month delay on top of a two month day incurred by the employer, and he said, "I can't see anything here". I said fine, and that was all I needed to know.

So if all was OK and all the paperwork in place, even if delayed, what was the problem? And then why this attack pit bull (shakedown stooge) to shake me down with these directed  questions that were getting perverse, as well as shrill? It is either the work of the Psychopaths, or else it is Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) for EI benefits in Canada, that a certain percentage are selected to be fucked with, claim delayed, and then given the pit bull treatment. They pulled this shit way back when on me, and then retracted when I complained. Two years later in the news, there was a mention of a government policy to yank people off unemployment and see if they kick. Then and now, I kicked, and got them straightened out. Which just goes to show you that government benefits can be fleeting, and are at the behest of the "review officer", guarded by shakedown stooges. All of which is not to be found in any Welcome to Canada literature, nor mentioned in what your tax dollars really support (antagonistic agencies to deprive one of rightful benefits they claim to "manage"). I am quite sure that I haven't heard the last of this one, and just may now have a target painted on my back for further bureaucratic retribution.


A full court press at work after the above mentioned unemployment benefits resolution. The Friday guy was there on the Thursday, supposedly because it would rain then, but it didn't come close. The former boss was there for the first time in three weeks, doing driveway maintenance. A 300m asphalt driveway was put in place three days ago through the vineyard to the new house finished late last year. No more of that outrageous dust storm at each vehicle passing, but no doubt it will interfere with tractor operations as the driveway bisects at least 50 rows. The Psychopaths always have a plan.

Later in the day, my Fickle Friend needed to come over as his internet service is down (still, months now), and had to get his resume in order. In fact,he had to re-type it and re-format it to his high standard. So he got to sit right here where I am now typing this posting up and using my computer gear, and he also "happened" to seat himself in at least three other chairs over the evening. He is very "chair aware", in that he immediately lands his butt in one, and moves onto another in short order. You know, testing the color radiance/energies in differing chairs of mine, a surrogate chair sitter if you will. And too, per usual, too much wine was consumed, including one bottle I had remaining from my visit to the wine store, per above.

Elsewhere, and the prior day, and on the gangstalking front; I was talking to the guy I know at the wine section of SOF supermarket, my regular beat. Then this woman comes into the wine section making a direct beeline to where we were standing, indicating that she was looking for a certain wine just where we "happened" to be. Like WTF; no browsing, just an outrageous intrusion, and she doesn't select any wine after all that. I look up for other gangstalkers, as there is nearly always more of the assholes when they want to displace me, and sure enough, a well dressed dude is barrelling down on me, but I had enough room, and no other gangstalkers closing in on me from the other direction (a common tactic, a sudden gangstalker confluence from three or more directions), to move aside and continue the conversation with the wine shop guy.

 Like WTF; what was that all about? A sudden eruption of two Fuckwits who needed to displace me from where I was standing after chatting with the wine shop guy for five minutes. This insane abuse of stalking and displacing me just where I am standing is plain crazy; here we have an unbound international (terrorist) organization hounding the utter shit out of someone for 17 years following 47 years of covert coverage, with limitless resources as well as unconventional ones (teleportation, remote neural manipulation, telekinetic fuckery capability), and here they are displacing me with gangstalking scum from where I stand at a (presumably) pre-orchestrated moment. Been there, had it done to me, countless times. Go fuck yourselves everyone; you have pulled this pointless stunt time and time again, and I am sick fed up of sudden gangstalker confluences designed to move me from where I was standing (untrafficked locations). Go home if you haven't the balls to show up and declare your sick minded intentions.

Which goes to show IMHO, all those chats with that guy, were likely designed around this shit show of gangstalker swarming. Time to take my wine shopping elsewhere.

Back to the theme of the recent litany of delay and dithering over making a purchase (or other decision); it is increasing of late (per above example of ordering local show tickets), e.g. sales folks who don't get back except by email when I ask them to phone. Then when I phone, I get the voice mail, and ergo, another day's delay, now three days due to the weekend. Then more phone tag. Its just plain bizarre that sales people are going out of their way to be unavailable. I always attributed this behavior to the Canadian sales ethic; just too languid, as I always had such great service whenever I visited the US, or dealt with US companies. Now I have the owner (apparently, using the owner's name in the email), of a US watch company going suddenly AWOL over responding to the second round of an email, when all he had to do was give me a quote. Instead I got needless questions on the same specifications I requested.

It could be more delays by the Psychopaths over watches; they have an obsession on which models I wear. When they came on like deranged hyenas in 04-2002, they blatantly sabotaged two analog watches at the outset. They did not want me to have a steel mesh watch band it seemed. Ergo, rubber banded digital sports watches became OK, even if they somehow could not be adjusted at time change times and "needed" to be taken to the jewelers. Over time these watches began to jam up (somehow) from dust, that is, the ones that the tractor didn't run over. Now that I have been watch-less for six months, I am overdue to deal this this last-most incursion of watch sabotage. And lo, I get a runaround on this one, seemingly from the company owner.

Another inexcusable recent delay was a part time employer, who finally paid up after nearly four weeks of running around with my check (he says). Just plain absurd, and all the more so, as this guy isn't a bozo by any means. Nor did he explain the shit show last month as to why vineyard pruning wasn't adequately resourced and was left so late. Nor did he have anything to add about the irrational antics of the property owner. Just more regular folks acting irregularly, both of them. Which has been one of the defining characteristics of this abuse-athon since it came down 04-2002.

Enough for a posting and call another week done.

Buzzing Around Me Like Flies

11-15-2016
Raining today, and no picking. I didn't know for sure at first so I was cleaning the grape processing equipment anyhow, which I routinely do every before each day. The winemaker boss man didn't say anything, so I assumed I was doing the right thing. As it "happened" four bins came in, and on top of the 2 bins we had, it was sufficient.

The Quebequois couple I regularly work with didn't come in, by arrangement with the winemaker, so it was all up to me to get the conveyor, de-stemmer, crusher and must pump sanitized and ready. (Normally, they do the latter two, and I clean the former two devices). Once done, and in consultation with the to-be manager in 2017, I was to sanitize a particular tank. I installed the spray ball on top when on the catwalk and noted that there was a thin layer of wine on the bottom of the tank. Once back down I cracked the valve a little, but there was no wine flow. I began to open the man-way and some wine came out. I closed it up, though confused as to why anyone would leave a skiff of wine in a tank. I asked around, and was told it was OK to drain it. I began to do so, but some one else came and phoned the winemaker for advice. He conveyed that it was good wine but since it had already been let out, just to leave it run. I thought this was inexplicable at the time, but I followed his instruction, and proceeded to sanitize the tank.

Once the winemaker came back I caught shit for letting the small amount of wine out of the tank. Like WTF; it could of been recovered if I had been given the direction to do so. Another WTF; the to-be-manger was on the phone to the winemaker minutes beforehand as to elicit direction to give to me. Another WTF; what was a 1/2" of wine sitting in the 87hL tank (8' diameter) for? (Asking for oxidation, if nothing else). Anyhow, the whole deal seemed like a total set-up to give me shit. This, IMHO, starting with the absence of the Quebequois couple who always looked after prior tank sanitization for the last 5 weeks, and so it goes. And what is it about these "catch shit" set-ups, at least the third of this winery gig of 6 weeks now, that seems so important for the perps?

Anyhow, this dysfunctional day continued until late afternoon when the French guys finally helped out with the fork-lifting of grape bins, and them finding out what the additions were as the tank gets filled. The winemaker isn't into personnel management, and it showed in spades today. Then and there I decided I needed to exit this place ASAP; these "catch shit" set-ups, letting me "spin in the wind" (do-squat) of no work direction or oversight, and the regular chaotic work place.

11-17-2016
Co-workers buzzing around me all day at work. what is the deal? Is it that I started at 0800h instead of my usual 1100h? No idea, but when they put on two ambulances (in opposite directions) on the highway as vehicular gangtalking coverage during my 30 min. commute, something big is up. Neither was in an emergency, there were no prior accidents, so both were just cruising around. I don't know what the deal is about their activities, but the inordinate number of ambulances that need to cover me is just ridiculous.

Another semi-deranged behavior by the above mentioned cellar hand that misguided me on the tank cleaning mentioned above. He was running a pump near the grape receiving equipment which needs four electrical outlets, 3x480v and one 600v. Needing these outlets creates problems with coordination with other workers as they need the same outlets for the pumps to do pump-overs of the wine in the tanks. Said cellar hand had his pump running nearby and I didn't perturb it any, and I never do. He grabs the 480v cord I had laid out and  said he needed an outlet for the pump and I said he already had one, which was obvious. I asked him if he needed another outlet and he said he didn't, but continued to wrap up  the power cords that I had laid out minutes previously. I didn't say anything more, as it seemed he didn't want to translate  (or explain) just what he was doing and what for. Anyhow, I got onto a few other things and then later asked him where he put the power cord and he said on the grape receiving equipment, so obviously he didn't need it. I picked up the cord and set up the equipment, still respecting his use of the pump as it was still running. So what was that all about? This guy intervenes and undoes my work, for no seeming reason and no listening to any logic that I provided. I call it semi-deranged, if I don't call it perp obstruction.

Above mentioned cellar hand also pulled this same stunt about two weeks ago; the conveyor was plugged into this panel for cleaning in the morning, and he unplugs it, wraps up the cord and lays it down on the floor and then walks off. (I "happened" to see him do this from the other side of the grape receiving equipment some 25' away).  I assumed he needed the outlet so I got onto something else for five minutes. I later see the cord still sitting on the floor, and plugged it in, and he didn't need the outlet at all. So what is it about plugging in, or out, power cords that so interests the perps that they send in this sabotage artist in twice to unplug my cord? And the latter incident mentioned above, where he seemed impervious to reason?

I don't know, but one can also say ditto to joining hoses together, or to pumps and tanks. And ditto for attaching nuts to bolts and the rest of the fuckery that goes down when I assemble of disassemble objects.

This same guy asks me to hose down some wine lees on the floor as I was nearby with a hose in hand and so I immediately oblige. Some 10 seconds into this, he grabs the hose from my hand and then proceeds to do the hose down, and a shitty job at that as it was incomplete. More semi-deranged behavior from this individual. He must be a perp operative to act so weird and not be concerned as to how is is cumulatively perceived. Not to mention the ridiculous top-knot (not quite a man bun) hair style he wears.

11-18-2016
A leg wax scheduled tomorrow, but no prior notice of appointment when they routinely do so all the time. Have we not encountered appointment games before? Wrong times, wrong week written into diary and then "detected" in time, placing an appointment sticker from the doctor's office in my diary and lo, if they don't change the date on me so I have this obstructing (and useless) sticker covering up the date, etc. So what is it about perp fuckery that they need to piss with appointments, save the content/exchange, in all its myriad trivia? Don't know, but it has long been noted, and accelerated fuckery since the perp sickos went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002.

11-19-2016
Worked 15 hours yesterday to see the last of the grape harvest through; that is, attend to the "receiving" of de-stemming, crushing and pumping to the tank. Plus all the prior and subsequent equipment cleaning. Next week will be different, but after 11-16-2016 per above, when there was screw all to do because of no (or limited) picking that day, I am not too optimistic. The perps like to have me "spin in the wind" and have no-work periods at work while everyone else has their heads down doing other things and the boss man is functionally AWOL.

Anyhow, I have a new short term job starting next week; even if only for two weeks it gives me the excuse to get out from the harassment and deranged co-worker behavior over winery work. That would additional to perp harassment when they scramble my head over operating equipment I know how to operate, pumps, fork lifts (when I was allowed), and anything else. Not to mention a few set ups like the one mentioned above.

The wonderful Quebequois couple I worked with for the last 6 weeks had their last work day. And lo, sometime around 2200h, another Quebequois couple "arrives" who seem to be their replacements. Tres bizarre (en francais) to say the least; there wasn't any legit work for them to do as we were in deep on the grape processing, and it seems awfully strange to have a couple replace a couple as work crew and start in the last hours of a very late Friday. The Quebequois component isn't too odd in that the winery is owned by a French company and the personnel are nearly all French speaking. And the three French (from France) young vineyard guys will be now freed up too.

I gave the option for the boss man if he wanted me for next week and he said yes, so I am mystified as to how all this is going down. Perhaps they want me for "exposure" to the new couple as they settle into their new job. I get "shopped out" as mentioned, aka, "victim touring" in my parlance. Or perhaps a final week of hell to convince me that working in commercial wineries is not in the cards and that I am to stick with vineyards.

Speaking of victim touring, they put on a 250+lb fat man in coveralls wandering into view while I was on the conveyor and grape sorting. Said man was doing his regular duty as a building facilities technician, but he sure got my attention as I was deep into grape processing. (The building section is leased to the owner of the much larger facility, so their staff do regular service inspections). There is no question as part of the Unfavored freakshow that the perps like to put fat folk on or around me, but this time I seemed to have a small startled reaction. All to elicit my abreaction responses I assume, from the days they may have abused me aged 2 to 5 when they deleted my recall somehow. As mentioned many times on this blog, I was forming long term memories at aged two, and suddenly only at age 5, with some minor exceptions. Certainly no abusive episodes are recalled, but not recalling where I lived for those years is mighty peculiar to say the least.

Speaking of service inspections, the asshole who moved the ladder I was on (a wheeled version that was in locked down position) last week also "happened" to cruise by and mentioned that he might of not apologized for moving the ladder. I gave him a lame "thanks", when I should of reamed his ass. He didn't apologize at the time, but just hung around avoiding my intense stare. Why he didn't apologize then for such an egregious safety intrusion I have no idea, let alone senselessly loitering afterward can only be attributed to this nonstop perp perversity managed abuse-athon that I live in (IMHO). As it turned out, the ladder moving culprit was a negro, something I didn't detect until today for all the hair and beard netting wear the building lessor staff wear.

11-20-2016
Sunday, and in typical perp fuckery for a day off, they had me sleep into 1000h all to punch a hole in my day. This constant battle with them over getting up early to have more free time is yet another distinguishing feature of this micro managed fuckery. Even when starting work at 1100h they would have me get up at 0830h over the past 6 weeks or so all to minimize my free time before setting off to work at 1030h.

Liquid Diet

06-09-2015
This is the first whole day of only liquid intake in advance of tomorrow's medical procedure to probe me from both ends.

I had enough energy this morning to mount a 3' long wire mesh shelf in the bathroom so I can readily grab a fresh towel. On the perps's towel infatuation front, they had me purchase three new ones of similar color and style to the faithful three I have had for the past four years. Nearly a fresh towel for each day of the week, surely a sign that the perps are advancing their research on this front, for whatever means.

Back in 2005 they had me with 8 dissimilar towels of varying colors and patterns. It seems that this was too much for their infatuation game, as they reduced me down to three regular towels, all of the same make, color (almond white) and style. And so begins a new stage in their towel research initiative, three more towels of similar color and style, but from a different source. Exciting times for the towel energetics obsessed indeed.

Yesterday's hot weather was the putative reason only six came to yoga yesterday, though I find it difficult to make that logical connection as most everyone has air-conditioned vehicles from which they depart into air-conditioned buildings. And most curiously, all but me and one other located themselves in the far corner for some curious reason, as they weren't friends or a group. The E part of the room was empty, save for me.

One other male was in the class, he on heavy breathing and wheezing duty. Again, if he is that out of shape, what is he doing in an advanced yoga class?

And it was special brown color practice too; the blocks are made of agglomerated cork, and we got to pass the block from hand to hand, and hold it between our knees for various poses. I have never had so much block handling as this, and perhaps it is to augment the heightened brown color games that will surely culminate tomorrow, per above mentioned medical probing. Later in the yoga session, it was two brown agglomerated cork blocks each, and lo, if one of mind didn't de-agglomerate some and deposit cork crumbs on my mat.

The perps guided this mornings activities by shutting down my internet connection, now working just fine. The modem had the four green lights on, and yet no access. Such is how they routinely do business.

06-10-2015
Back to live action after yesterday's visit to the hospital. The worst part was preparing for it, drinking these purgatory drinks, and then waiting most of the day for it to come out. Even the morning before the procedure, I would drink water and it would come out my ass 20 minutes later, almost like pee. Or I would go to the toilet to pee and it would come out my ass unexpectedly. Anyhow, I could go on at length over the perp's obsessions over all things brown, and especially that which is excreted. Suffice to say, I had at least three showers yesterday to clean up, and had to do laundry afterward.

They signaled their interest in shit on the Day of Infamy in 04-2002, when they invaded my apartment with an abusive high-tech show, after taking me somewhere else (while sedated mostly) and bringing me back. One of the intruders blew up a balloon and tied it up and then flushed the toilet and then had the swirling water in the toilet bowl take the balloon down the pipe, probably not far. It did back up upon later use, and it defied plunging, and so I had to use a plumber's snake to clear it. And to this day, I cannot believe I allowed someone I did not know to block the toilet in my presence. And lo, at the HD big box store a few days later, when looking for said plumber's snake, why, I met my workplace friend and his wife doing some shopping. Another designed coincidence it would seem.

And so, a colonoscopy, and the day of prior preparation, has to be the ultimate de-browning experience. And I was knowingly sedated for the first time in my life, and I have absolutely no recollection of the sedation coming on after they put the mouthpiece in for them to first do a gastroscopy. And prior to sedation the doctor tells me that there is a 1 in 200 chance they could puncture the bowel and I would need surgery. I wasn't allowed to pursure the topic, but if allowed, and if needing a colostomy, I would of told him to sedate me for good.

And when I came to, I was looking at a fuzzy screen (having no glasses on), and seeing this cavern being explored. Kind of like that sci-fi film, the Fantastic Voyage. Anyhow, mostly it looked OK, and some biopsy pieces were removed. No word on how that will turn out, but as usual, I will have to pursue it with the drop-in clinic to find out what the results were in a week or so. Though, there was some irritated stomach lining, and for that, yet another Rx, now at four each day.

A work day; weed eating, spraying some, patching ashphalt (bringing on extra HD motorcycle noise), gardening. It seems a bottle delivery intended for today, where we control single lane traffic, is now for tomorrow. That this flip-flopped at least 5x over the day is most curious, though such is not a new perp managed event. Aka "appointment disappointment", though I could not say that I had any emotional investment in it to care if it happened or not.

My work boots broke apart again, took them to the shoemaker who fixed them on the spot. He has my other pair of boots waiting in his shop from yesterday's visitation to pick up the boots I wore today.

And for some reason, the perps jerked me out of taking my cell phone with me today, but did allow me to have my wrist watch. For the past two months it has been mostly the other way around; impeccable recall to bring my cell phone every work day, and getting blotto-ed about bringing my watch. It would seem the perps want me to view the time from the cell phone most of all, with the odd day of telling the time from my watch. I have no idea why the perps are so obsessed over where I read the time from, but hasn't taken this form until this year, now at 13 years of insane abuse.

06-14-2015
A wrap on this blog posting. There are some missing days, though I worked most of them to make up for two days down time with the above mentioned medical procedure. Nothing too dramatic, just the usual vexation about not being able to use my fingers the way that I want, and being rendered into a klutz prone victim. And so it goes.

Severe Abuse Monday

03-04-2013
The assholes started straight out of the gate by resetting my alarm one hour later for a much reduced morning routine; no coffee, no chocolate, and no shaving (anywhere). And too, they obstructed my Rx yesterday so no yellow pills inside me either. The boss laid on a bunch of demands, all reasonable in the context of the winemaker job I now lead, which meant I was busy the whole day pumping (brown, and yellow-brown) apple juice from one tank or vat to another and then extensive cleaning of bins, tools, etc. He has decided to make cider along with a cryo-extracted ice wine and so I have two fermentions on the go instead of the planned latter one. One in a stainless steel tank, one in a plastic tank, all juice from the same source.

With all the pumping and cleaning it was ripe for the perps to have me "forget" things, make multiple extra trips, make extra splatter and mess, have me mount the floating lid bung backwards, have the wind blow things around including smashing the glass hydrometer on the ground, have flies arrive from nowhere get stuck in the juice, have the primer pump hose flip out of the bin and then it lose prime and many other arranged adversities to keep me riled up all day long. They even scrambled me to pull my vehicle's fuel filler lever instead of the adjacent trunk lever when went to put my boots in the trunk. Then to complete their fuckery, they had a mess erupt on the floating tank lid at 1600h, and that clean up cost me more time so that yoga was missed, now over a week as they screwed me on Friday too. If I had access to a 9mm, I would do it right fucking now. [Post script; the floating lid wasn't needed as this is a primary fermentation- basic winemaking skills now scrambled as well].

03-05-2013
They started the day with the same intense fuckery as all day yesterday to get me infuriated yet again, but backed off to normal level abuse for the rest of the day.

With the hydrometer broken from yesterday I had to use a hydrometer with a different scale and convert, and then that raised FUD because there was already a drop from wild yeast fermenting that I didn't expect. Was it the change in hydrometer forced by the breakage or is there an unexpected fermentaion going on at a much higher than expected rate? Why all this arranged confusion, almost as bad as the vehicular clusterfucks they create

The outside pounding and vibration outside my suite continued this evening, plus the yobos increased the volume of their banter so I could hear their words. And the woman in the N. neighbor suite has been on the phone for three hours of normal tone voice, though I cannot determine what she is saying. The combined voice, (male and female separately) and outside tromping and suite vibration reached a climax when I was watching the Ch. 8 news, and instead of the dishy blonde weather reporter (who was sick, apparently) there was a new young black haired Caucasian woman who they WOULD NOT do a close up on for me to evaluate attractiveness. Normally they do some close-ups of the weather reporter, but not this time; I cannot have too much too soon in any cognitive event, attractive female or otherwise.

Then off to tanning tonight, having missed last week because the perps planted the notion I was too brown. That break in the regular cycle brought on more pounding and yobo (male) banter outside before I departed. Then when on the tanning bed, why, the attendant starts up the vacuum cleaner for crissakes. And have I complained long enough about vacuum cleaners/cleaning arranged in my proximity? Not enough to make a difference. And would this be to perturb the etheric vortices as described in the "The Source Field" by David Wilcock and others, .......

Mouse clicks, light switches, door locks etc. all continue to suffer more "malfunctions" now, and especially online with me listening to music with EMF devices at my ears, headphones that is.

A pointless trip to the college for my tuition reciept; it is available online, but as this Firefox browser gets sabotaged with some kind of scrambled graphics and missing tabs, why, I couldn't find the link. All to sent me to have a look at the admin assistant's display and see that she was using IE and all those tabs were organized and visible instead of the jumble of web pages I get, the degree seeming to depend on the implementation technology. Naturally I had to wait for a person ahead of me me who has extensive questions and contingencies and spent a lot of time bent over and looking at the same admin. assistant's LCD display and web pages.

03-06-2013
An 0800h workday arranged stunt where the driver of a large silver-grey pickup occupied half of the lane I wanted to make a L. turn onto. Ahead of me was half pavement and half gravel. I look up to see what kind of insane asshole would pull this, (he could of backed up too), and he has this big loopy grin on his face. Totally arranged, as any responsible driver would of moved their vehicle either forward or backward.

A screaming rage show over mouse fucking; copy, paste, insert and the rest of the usual mouse commands are getting screwed, my email won't reply but goes into a new message etc. All to accompany me making my very first interac funds exchange instead of the infernal charge card thing which is months behind. Except no screaming now, just hoarse articulated enragement.

A stakeout at yoga; the elder ladies and the tattoo girl came again; plus the cute one who has a tattoo on her arm; the "cute but a little tattoo" instead of the major fugly tattoo scene next to her. I hadn't been for 10 days, and didn't feel the worse for it, and the perps let me do balances (on one foot) a little better instead of the non-stop gravitic pushes and foot movement that is usually imposed. They did this once before; one footed balances suddenly got easy and from thereafter were sabotage relentlessly. On either side of me both women wore the same colored top; lime to avocado green

03-07-2013
Winemaking; busy with disaster prevention as the H2S smell started on one of the ferments, so I had to add more yeast nutrient. That cost me an hour at the end of the day. But the vehicular posse was ready for me, running clusters of color coordinated vehicles ahead and behind me, along with the center-line hogs in the opposing lane coming 12" into my lane for no seeming reason but flagrant belligerence.

An unabashed Fat Girl laundry stalker; leading ahead while on the phone, then still on the phone when dealing with her laundry. I turn on the light as it was getting mighty dim in there, and she did at least turn around to look how it happened. Then she is crossing back and forth in front of the washing machine I wanted to use, essentially stalking the wasthing machine while still on her EMF device and using this as an excuse for totally rude behavior IMHO. Then about 1.5 hours later, I retrieve my laundry from the washing machine and the same Fat Girl comes back to attend to her laundry in the dryer, on the phone again. This  time she has a 3" wide unnatural red and yellow streak in her hair on the left side. I don't see how I could of missed that the first time.

The perps then screwed me when I made up a bench trial for wine tasting, so 20 min. of work had to be tossed out.

Then shit games all day long, the leaking sensation needing attention at least twice.

And a late evening phone call from the downstairs neighbor accusing me of shaking the place. I told her it wasn't me, it was the tromping males walking outside on the walkway outside my room. Then she said something that I never make noise when I go up the stairs. Like WTF; why didn't you figure it out that it wasn't me and likely other persons who you likely viewed going up or down the stairs if you know my habits so well?. That her timing for phoning was impeccable didn't go unnoticed; within 10 seconds of me turning most of the lights out, as I was about to go to the bathroom at 2220h for crissakes. What a time to call and to accuse me of shaking the place when it is the trompers and it was a relatively quiet evening for that, unlike the evening before.

03-08-2013
Friday and I got to do winemaking to keep the apple ice wine ferment going. yet again, some of the juice got on me and so I get to launder my clothes after work for the fourth time in the last five work days. Then I got scrambled as to whether I put in the detergent or not, and the manager "happened" to come by and ask about my TV and player, as the room cleaner is techo-savvy I am told. The room cleaner also "happened" to also come by the laundry room, and the manager asked her if she got the player to play onto the TV in my suite and she said she couldn't figure it out. Get this; a one year old TV, and a one year old disc player, both with HDMI connections and the player won't play into the TV. I had checked it out before this, and couldn't get them to work, so I was not alone.

And a stood-up stunt; a raw foods outfit said to come before 1500h today to pick up my order in Naramata, and so I started work earlier and left earlier, and got to the raw foods farm with 20 minutes to spare, and no one was there. I got the right place as they had a sign on the door, and I even phoned them to no answer. I cannot believe this bullshit, arranging to meet at a specific time and the fucker didn't show up at his own place. A note on the door would of worked, but then again, why would I expect common decency any more?

03-09-2013
Saturday, and I drove into work at 1100h, a rarity. But as there is an active fermentation going, I thought I had better have a look. Good thing I did as the fermentation increased in temperature by 80% and did this in half the time as before.

Sugar; what is it all about? I went to a new store I have not visitied and shall call GCSS and was gangstalked up the asshole for my first time. A Fuckwit skinhead male was sitting in his red truck when parked the vehicle and then decides to get out and tail me to the shopping cart shed. Said Fuckwit skinhead lets out a loud yelp of some kind after I had exited my vehicle. I look at him wondering what it was, and he made out it was nothing as he was staring back at me.

And lo, if I didn't have the right kind of change to insert a dollar coin into the handle to of the shopping cart to unlock it. And lo, if another Fuckwit male was sitting in his vehicle on the other side of where I parked. I cannot get over the number of shiftless males sitting in their vehicles and doing squat in parking lots these days. So when I got to the entrance why some gangstalkers were walking the other way, exiting at the entrance. And ditto in reverse when I was exiting; Fuckwits entering the exit.

I had to get bags of sugar, and lo if I didn't have a family posse on my ass, with two shopping carts in serial formation and when I stopped at the sugar at the end of the aisle, why, they stopped opposite me. Then to the checkout to get out of there, and when unloading the sugar the cashier commands me to leave it in the shopping cart. And when it is my turn, she tells me that there is a limit of one bag per customer and I had four. I said I didn't want any in that case as I didn't want the inconvenience of getting it all over town. Then she says that I can have three at the higher price; I tell her that is OK then, I just want four bags of sugar.  Like WTF; first she tells me I can only buy one, and then she modifies this to be one at the sale price, the rest at the regular price. She had this habit of looking 12" to my L when talking to me, not to my face directly. It is the first time I have ever seen this kind of deranged behavior anywhere, persistent horizontal gaze displacement, but not vertical gaze displacement. It was most bizarre.

I am fighting pink bars showing up on the Firefox browser for no seeming reason, (purportedly an error message) and lo, if they aren't replicated in plasma form; at the bottom of the LCD display rather than the top, fainter for sure, and also skewed 5 degrees from horizontal.

03-10-2013
PDT, as in Pacific Daylight Time, or would it be Psychopathic Dithering Traumatization? As in an insane screwover this morning. They had me adjust the three clocks last night. This morning, when looking at the time on the PC it was two hours ahead, and I was planted with the notion they screwed up. Later, when headed out the door I checked my cellphone and it was the same, two hours ahead. Only then did they allow me to realize that I got fucked into turning the clocks back instead of ahead, and so I had to change them all again today. NEVER have I screwed up a DT/ST time change, and NEVER has my analytical faculties deserted me as I would of figured it out after looking at the PC time.

More supermarket shopping cart fuckery, using my minimal knowledge to a disadvantage as I don't normally deal with shopping carts in any store. One has to insert a quarter to release the lock, but it was sprung and as the perps removed my finger the quarter goes flying out, hitting me and then to the ground. The second time it "happens" the quarter just disappears in mid air as it didn't fall to the ground or captured in my hand. I get another quarter and try again, but none of the three shopping carts would release the locking pin. I turn around to go, and find the first quarter 4' behind me on the ground. How did it get there as it made no sound, and plain disappeared from sight? One old geezer in brown came by to look at me, staring as he was walking toward the doors, and what would that of been about as I wasn't making a scene even if totally infuriated.

A Sunday, but as an active fermentation is going I on, and the owner flitted off, I had to attend to it. I find it most curious that he departs when he did not supply me with critical supplies that I had asked for, and said he would get, but didn't. I just wonder if that was to set me up for the above mentioned supermarket shopping cart fuckery that erupted at both stores as well as the interim vexation of trying to unlock them.

More orange and pink plasma beams sitting over the bottom of this LCD display, sometimes going off horizontal.

More of the organized vehicular calvalcade; either driving over center-line or over the shoulder line.

Anyhow, another week is done and to get this posted.

Banter of the Rummies

01-21-2012
The background noise of bantering rummies (slang for vagrants, or semi-vagrants in my closeted world) has started up just after finishing tea and chocolate. Post food consumption brings out the extra perp treatment as they deem fit. Not forgetting last week the said rummies were overheard mentioning the word "roster", an indictment that infers organization and that they all work together, and their work assignment is arranged for them. Not often do I get to hear an individual word, just background banter.

The worst yoga class ever in my limited yoga experiences of some 6 years. A balding and fat male instructor , already at three Unfavored strikes, begins power yoga with a breathing exercise for crissakes, and it never got much better than that. Power yoga is meant to be energetic, for the students at least. Though this Fuckwit was energetic, or more like frenetic in his pacing around the classroom, and even circling me at least once. The perps make sure that I cannot stand someone hovering over me or someone acting in a frenetic way (e.g. senseless pacing around). And not only was this Anemic Yoga, but it was conducted with a Frenetic Instructor, who wasn't anything to look at either. As I see it, a new way to screw with my yoga times, which seems of vital importance to the perps, having an instructor I will avoid at all future classes. There is no question the perps need to govern down my yoga or any other kind of fitness endeavors, as the once/week classes got interrupted with instructor no-shows and other like administrative stunts.

The perps forced a nicked finger with the pruners with one plant/vine left to go in the row, at the far end of course. Band-aids are a very popular perp brown color reference applied to skin, Caucasians and negroes alike, including one who had one hanging off his ear on the bus.

01-22-2013
Of all the things to "occur", as in pre-scripted harassment, the perps unblocked my toilet sometime today. This evening, I went to do battle with the backflush of Liquid Plumber and the contents, and nothing was there, save some toilet paper they threw in. I still cannot get over as to why they took it upon themselves, in a never-before event, to undo the mess they created. It is simply astounding that I wasn't treated to another adversity like every time nearly.

Maybe that they ran me out of chocolate has something to do with their extremely rare incidence of cleaning up their own mess, thinking about their brown imperative and all that.

01-23-2013
 An 0330h awakening to listen to the barking and howling dog next door (suites, in a motel). The perps put me to sleep for two hours and when I awakened the dog was still barking and howling, and carried on for the next 1.5 hours while I had breakfast, showered, shaved and changed.

Said ball-capped dude/dog owner wasn't there in all likelihood. But when coming back this evening, and being reminded of the early dog noise show, said dude and dog were doing the strut in front of my vehicle as I pulled into a parking stall. Why this Fuckwit had to be paraded in front of me after being reminded of his stunning non-performance immediately beforehand is very common with the perp coincidence games. Think it, and lo, if the word or concept or object isn't mentioned by someone in short order or else appears live.

And it should not go unmentioned that I have had a fair bit of daily dog barking while working on pruning in the vineyard this and the past week. The neighboring vineyard's workers bring their dogs to work and lo, if they don't bark when I am out, some 400' away. And too, barking is often arranged at the instant I am cutting a grape vine.

Another follow-on jerkaround was for the perps to inflict some kind of hip joint pain and sensitivity such that I hobble with an uneven gait and cannot stand on my right leg. I wasn't doing anything strange, it just came on as I was walking in this room I live in. And they have laid this pain and disablement on me the entire day, and as I write this. Another one of those hoping-it-will-go-away inflictions, but if it isn't over tomorrow I will have to see a doctor.

Then a double jerkaround at the tanning salon tonight; the first was sending someone into my booked room, after she had done a parading around the room in typical perp style. I objected and said that I had it booked, and fortuneately the gangstalker relented and I got to go in. All for sending someone immediately in front of me for less than a half minute, as she had only taken off her boots.

That wasn't enough though; the perps can now play with ones' perception of time passing, and so they did while under the tanning lights of the sun bed. Eventually they worked this worry into a full blown concern and I got out of the bed about two minutes early.

And as my watch has gone missing for some mysterious reason, I did not have any way to measure time. Convenient, that.

Other abuse today was the same continuance of messing with my ability to grasp, estimate distance, and otherwise interfere with my fine motor coordination involved in pruning grapevines, what I do for a living now (all viticultural activities).

Another piece of wonderful timing was the son-in-law of the owners arriving at 1625h as I was about the leave, the "dinge onset", as in winter sunset, a very favorite perp time to create more hassle. Not only did I get to  help him load his red truck, but also the perps re-bled the finger wound they inflicted on me two days ago. I did not need a band-aid (brown color adhesive sampling) on it in any way today, but lo, and with no provocation, I saw blood on the cider tank where the son-in-law wanted to extract a sample into three brown bottles.I look at my finger and the assholes had re-bled it for absolutely no conventional physical reason. And we have talked about blood samples and that have we not, and that it is very likely many of the massacres and other such current day tragedies just might be perp driven blood-location interaction samples.

01-24-2013
A day of pruning grapevines mostly. Subzero (below 0C), maybe -2C or so, nothing too chilly and 8" of snow on the ground, the snowfall was Jan. 8, and with little thawing, the snow remains. Though the perps did pull a half inch snowfall yesterday to slightly mask what was on the ground on the prior 8" of snow.

I get the usual noisestalking, especially at the moment of cutting a vine. And even the odd phone call, the moment I decided which cane to cut of two good choices, my boss phones. The last two days he had the unerring knack of phoning me as I have just left or entered his house. (The vineyard owners are away in Vancouver BC this week, as the perps seemed to want them totally gone while they noisestalk me pruning).

Strangely, the motel manager phoned me to tell me that the water supply was going to be shutdown again. Like WTF; she didn't tell me that it was shutdown
Wednesday, but she tells me it will be Thursday. No matter, I am away at work when it is shutdown, though regular readers will know that the perps routinely interrupt my water supply no matter where I go. It was 2011 when they crimped the copper supply line at the First Feral Family house, as there was an excavation to look at the perimeter drains. About two years before that, my perp-abetting mother had the plumbers come by to do some upgrade work and lo, if they didn't put some PEX (plastic) pipe for the supply to the washing machine. All this dicking around over water supply spells one thing; the perps are a long way from ending this unrelenting abuse.

01-25-2013
Friday, end of the work week. I did winemaking until 1100h, then pruning grape vines for the rest of the day. The son-in-law was back to park his red truck 100' away, barely visible through the brown grape vines. All part of the "browning around" games, adding some red into the picture.

The perps screwed me totally when driving home; I had planned two stops in close proximity but that wasn't allowed and I was near the highway before they let me in on this mind-fuckery. Another level of "never before"; that is, such strightforward plans never got this messed up or forgotten with such rapidity. Thanks a lot assholes.

One of the stops was due to my Rx refill getting screwed with. The phone refill system somehow "failed" after the first Rx, and cut me off. So I phoned in the second Rx and it took it, and so I expected them both to be ready. But no, one Rx wasn't filled for crissakes. Both were put into the Rx telephone refill system over two calls and only one got filled. Not only do we have an errant Rx refill system but the staff compounded it by not processing both.

All to keep me at the counter for longer it seemed and give the Rx tech an excuse to vacate the counter to go look at a LCD system 10' away, and then come back. The setup was already in place with a much delayed customer, then two native Indian girls with a young child were ahead of me, and then these adjacent loafing Fuckwits with child decided to get up and tail me in the queue after a fat Fuckwit vacated his spot in the lineup for no apparent reason. In other words, I had child gangstalkers (less than 2 y.o., in strollers) and caregivers either side of me, one native Indian, one Caucasian, even if the latter looked like they came from the Osarks, replete with pacing around behavior with cell phone in hand.

And I see the perps have just polluted yoga again, twice in succession now. Above mentioned male yoga instructor with large gut teaches tonight and Sunday morning when I wanted to go both times. This Fuckwit had never been instructing before, and now he shows up twice more after distinguishing himself as the worst yoga instructor. Not to mention the biggest eyesore as well.

The toilet blocking count these past five working days was three evening in succession and a fourth with no obstruction stunt. This is a huge increase in needing to go, as 2x/week has been the imposed norm for years.

01-26-2012
A shut-in day, as a new music management and player software was installed and tested. And after spending some 6 hours fixing metadata, why, 95 Gb of compressed music files just plain disappeared. As in poof, all gone and no Windows backups.

Not entirely without backups as it turned out, as I had made a manual backup in 11-2011, which might seem a long time ago, but as it was the last backup before I left Victoria, I have all the CD's I have ripped since then. A constant perp theme is to do things over again; no wonder wherever I worked there seemed to be inherent organizational problems where re-work was the order of the day.

Though the system mysteries continue; a backup is twice the size of the source files.

The errant wall whacking noise continues, at least 1x/minute, and of no discernible conventional cause. I also get masers at every turn, especially where I am looking, these small circular ones have an unerring habit of appearing just where I am going to look, and then stay there until at least I swear at them or else flick my head or otherwise change my gaze. That is true; looking at anything is a highly governed and interfered with activity, and it only gets worse from there.

01-27-1012
I got out to the bank, LD for Rx and a grocery store and to fill up the tank in the vehicle. As in keeping with past practice, gangstalking is much heavier after shut-in days. These Fuckwits at the ATM malingering, and again at the grocery store, who then all lined up behind me, save one who was ahead, at the checkout. The one ahead was in checkout-malingering mode, taking her time to sign a pentition that happened to be there. And they were big on hindering today, having Fuckwits arrive just ahead of where I planned to go.

And plenty of oil spots on the parking lots; these small slicks of yellow, purple and blue coloring dogged my path each location. As mentioned many times, the perps have an obsession/harassment and abuse agenda that includes petroleum and its many products/refinement forms. Which, I suspect, relates to their seeming need to determine "earth energies" and that includes flicking mud onto gangstalking vehicles and public transportation. And it might go back to 29 September 1913 when Rudolph Diesel somehow flipped overboard and drowned on his way to the UK to make contracts with oil seed suppliers.

And I stopped at the yoga center to see if my watch had been turned in. And lo, it had; someone found it in the parking lot, which makes some sense as I recall pulling out of my boot after class. As to how it came off my wrist, that would be another mystery. This watch has gone missing before, and that was a highly improbable find as it was at at the farm where I worked. Given that the perps started in earnest in 04-2002, and one of their first tasks was to sabotage my steel mesh banded watch, I am not too surprised. And too, I have two watchbands to replace the present one, both with some orange detail on the black vinyl watchband. Somehow, (har, har) the parcel went missing and the online dealer supplied another. After I came back from Christmas break, both had been delivered.

I don't know what the deal is about the color orange, but suffice to say it gets plenty of gangstalking and harassment attention. It appears to be an Unfavored color of sufficient impact that the perps had me pull the orange colored zipper out of a black and grey pack they had me purchase. And it was a useless purchase, as I already have a pack of the same size. Even though the recently purchased pack offered more room inside, it really didn't amount to a hill of beans. More perp games; buy the wrong thing, do the wrong thing and everything else associated with human ineptitude and folly, even if instigated by them.

Enough of this week's travails and onto posting this.