03-10-2014
Yoga, with the darling pixie instructor wearing dance shorts; very visual yummm... My left mat neighbor was quite large, and my R mat neighbor had gross tattoos running up her legs. (She had capri pants on, but what I could see was plenty enough to consign her as a tattoo case).
They put on the regular dude at the back again, now four classes in succession, and added the red shorts wearing male twit again, though his shirt was black this time. Worse yet, he was yapping away before class and he had an English (UK) accent. And why is it the perps put on British accents so often? My perp-abetting parents are British, so perhaps there is a whole lot of long buried abreactions associated with this particular accent. The red shorts act made sure to plant himself on my R. side, with the intervening aforementioned Fat Girl sitting ahead so not to block the red shorts act. (The one time I could of done with a visual obstruction). Also, the red shorts act also came in early to do a pass-by (stalking) with black socks on with the shorts. When he returned next some 2 minutes later, he was without the ridiculous socks. Like WTF; why would anyone come through wearing socks and then again not wearing them, when all the clothes are to be put in the lobby? Said black socks might also be another Unfavored characteristic, though I don't know why, save emulating the dress of sexual abusers, as black socks was porn chic of the 1950's. I get enough of the crotch grabbing feints in public to feel certain there was sexual abuse during my recall deleted years of 1956 to 1959. I was age two in 1956, and was begining to lay down permanent memories of life in the winter in Montreal, and on one occasion recall being at home, expecting to jump into a big snow drift before I went out side, and once I opened the door, it was spring and there was no snow to my considerable surprise. So what happened to me in between and where was I that such that my recall didn't continuously update with the outside environmental conditions? Don't know, but I would sure like to find out, especially given the parade of skinheads, tattoo shows, shiftless loitering males, and the rest of the Unfavored ilk.
And after yoga I go to a nearby grocery store, and had two vehicles ahead of me spinning out and racing down the street ahead of me. One turns off, and the other lead-ahead stalks me to the same grocery store I was headed. A kid pops out of the vehicle and opens the door of the store for me, saying something about "daddy coming next', presumably the driver of the other speeding vehicle that turned off. Get this; a husband and wife driving different vehicles speeding out of a gas station with chirping rubber and excessive swerving. Is this town (Penticton) more deranged than I thought?
And a cute trick at the checkout; the scruffy rummy behind me "happens" to drop and orange at my feet and it bounced off my boot. I get "sorry guy" or some such. And why am I not allowed to confront the fucker and ask him if he is one of those sick assed gangstalkers that always seem to hang around me? Or stick my boot into his chops (or back of his knee) as he was bending down? Because I am mind controlled to be docile, tame and not allowed to cause any fuss with operatives or cooperating locals alike.
03-11-2014
On the job, doing more fencing; all day long flashes of fence mesh, and even the orthogonal pattern is skewed to a 45 degree angle. I finished the job finally, and also helped out with yeast innoculation for some three hours; attempuration, then pumping and the inevitable cleaning. All without hose-down water, as there isn't much of a supply at present, so cleaning by buckets.
Many fuzzy black ball masers coming from the lake and then around the male whom I was speaking too, he situated in an open doorway to the outside. And don't the perps just love to arrange mishaps and extra gangstalkers at doorways? Been there, had it done to me nearly every day since 04-2002.
More of the continuing conundrum; do I get the (partially) problematic (reflective characteristics) 27" monitor (Dell S2740L) monitor with an HDMI connection and a DVI connection for my two graphic sources (PC and universal disc player) for $325 before shipping, or get a DVI+audio switcher for $333 before taxes and shipping? I don't need a new monitor as this 24" is plenty good, and I am not sure about paying all this out as I got screwed into purchasing this monitor without a HDMI connection (in violation of my better judgement) in 09-2012.
03-12-2014
Winemaking at work this morning; adding bentonite fining agent to wine, but it is very sticky and one must make the slurry slowly. Last week when I picked it up in my vehicle, why, the bag of bentonite leaked about a half cup onto the rear floor of the vehicle. Grey clay on grey carpet. I got most of it out, but later, the vacuum cleaner "failed" as its suction was impaired (bag wasn't full). And have I not mentioned the high numbers of vacuum cleaners in my presence, right up to those now ubiquitous "suck trucks" for cleaning street drains? Many times.
And my much sharpened and maintained hand pruners were getting stuck in the closed position with no known cause, save for some minor debris. Prior to the last maintenance, they were getting stuck "because" the locking latch was somehow locking up, even if stiff. So I tightened it all the more, and took away that excuse, and lo, if the pruners don't just lock up anyhow, even if no moving latch. Funny how that "happens"; a fix that fixes the apparent problem, but the problem persists with unknown causal.
More oncoming vehicle trains when departing the vineyard; at least five after work for a 10 min. drive, with the red one in the middle. And also, a red tailing me, though usually I am the last one in the train headed my direction
And the most loathed human artifactual sound has returned with the sudden onset of warm weather; the HD motorcycle. One in front of me when N bound and with a passenger, and passed some four vehicle in one go, and with limited vision ahead. And why did the motorcycle take such an apparent risk? Because he was told it was OK, and that there was no concoming traffic. Though, some six months ago a motorcyclist, with a passenger, took off when a police vehicle flashed his lights, and didn't make it far and piled into a pole, killing himself and badly injuring his passenger (wife). A shrine still there, and one had to wonder why the perps decide to wipe out some motorcylists, but others are in the know and do gangstalking for cash, or for other inducements/rewards, e.g new business start up, new vehicle purchase, house purchase etc. There is a mile wide gravy train behind me, and for all of my near 60 y.o existence.
03-13-2014
Outside vine pruning on a mostly sunny day; cannot complain about that, save the most dreaded artefactual noise of them all, the HD motorcycle noise. They started on this four days ago, again with sunny weather, and have now amped it up and added more of them since. I don't have any information to support why the perps are so sick as to pollute me with this noise so often, but they do. And not just with the noise; motorcycles as parked props (in a empty urban lot/field once), and also the mode of dress, eg. black leather, black helmets, singlet vests (bare arms) etc. Today's motorcycle freak was at least 240lb, sitting down beside his motorcycle that was parked in a pull-out, and looking at his LCD cell phone for crissakes. Add in black leathers and a full bushy grey beard.
The grey hair thing has also came to pollute my existence (Unfavored visual appearance) on this same trip into Penticton this afternoon. I was in this wine making supply shop, and had to wait while they looked/fumbled around for a certain product that I wanted, and lo, if two grannies/biddies come in together, one in a red coat and the other in brown. Add a skinheaded male in baggy plaid shorts, and the freakshow was on while I was kept captive at the desk. Another freak was this younger woman in large black framed glasses, E. Indian or something, who even had a "huggie moment" with the proprietor for crissakes. She said "hi" to me before the aforementioned huggies, and I have never seen her before, but I said "hi" back. Enough bizarre BS to say the least.
And an escalation of the vehicular gangstalking as of two days ago; I now get at least six separate trains of oncoming vehicles (clustered together), and up to 15 vehicles per train. Normally 5 to 10 per train for this particular road leg, and maybe three trains maximum, plus other single vehicles. And too, they are adding on a red vehicle behind me, when nearly always I have been the last vehicle of the train that is preceding me. And too, it is getting silly; the same wrecking truck with a vehicle on its deck and another being towed behind it, just "happens" to be S. bound two days in succession, heading away from Penticton when I am N bound after a day at the vineyard.
03-14-2014
An hour late get-up, therefore no coffee and no shaving of my torso region. But a new razor insert this morning, always a big perp deal. Extra silly harassment to get me riled up, e.g. sending me to the wrong drawer for an item, pulling objects from my hands etc. No yellow tablets either; B vitamin and a multi-vitamin which is the current perp focus, along with similar colored pee later in the morning. And no roadside waiting yellow school buses by the side of the road either, unlike the last two days.
And I see that now full speed, some 80kph yellow traffic light running on the highway has reached new levels of coordinated inanity. One white pickup S bound, and one pickup N bound, and much the same model and configuration, were arranged to cross paths at speed while going through a yellow light with advance warning lighting, directly in front of me while I was waiting at the traffic control to make a left onto said highway. That takes coordination, that kind of absurdity.
Winemaking duties were first (as I am inserted into the ongoing family feud), and the son-in-law came by, as he has 3,000L of cider fermenting. His winemaker pal came about 5 minutes later, all part of the staggered arrival scene the perps like to arrange, especially with males. I got some good advice on re-starting a malolactic fermentation (aka MLF to winemakers, though not a true fermentation), and I was set to get the appropriate supplies. And too, both getting in the way of what I was doing, not to mention being overly helpful at times.
Drove to Naramata to get some wholesale food; now a young woman handling the orders, she giving me a prolonged stare twice for no seeming region, and she was being ever so helpful in packing the (brown cardboard) box into the car for me, har, har. She might of been 20 y.o., and I will be 60 y.o. later this year, so I don't think she was trying to get my attention, so what was she staring at me for? Been there, had it done to me so many times for no fucking reason. I even asked my shrink one time if there is anything about me that is remarkable that incites some people to stare at me, and he said there wasn't, though I forget his careful wording.
The usual major clusterfuck of vehicles for my return trip into Penticton, and even the garbage truck was arranged to get in front of me, not doing any pickups, though possibly returning from a trip to the dump. And it was garbage pickup day today. And too, the garbage truck makes no bones about driving over where I park my vehicle, even arriving some 5 seconds after I have vacated it some three weeks ago.
03-15-2014
Saturday, and some very strange dreams about a buffet with skinheaded male chefs on hand prior to getting up. Even the gluten free items were identified as such. Cute touch that.
Then a full front torso shave after my hair plucking the perps so like me to do, ever since early 2013. Not forgetting that prior to their overt (to me) interventions, I definitely did not do any hair plucking or waxing, as it always hurt. But now that they changed my level of pain to be much less, about in 2003-04, plucking hairs isn't such an ordeal it was once. This was the time the perps also straightened my spine, changed my walk, made me look 20 years younger (age regression), and a few more physical characteristics once they discovered how to modify them that continue to persist.
And what is with the extra silly eruption of people standing near or
behind their open vehicle doors? Even the landlord got into it this
morning, and no less, turns on his facing head lights while leaning into
his vehicle. That is, pointless headlight operation as the truck was
not running, aka, blatant pit-lamping as I drove away from my parking
spot.
Laundry at the laundromat, and the usual minimal crowd at first, one strange elder male loitering about, pretending to be interested in the wall art, and then departing in his white trades van. Not your typical elder geezer-mobile.
The freaks started arriving at the laundromat... then a checkout obstruction at HH, largely due to the screw up, so to speak, of the labelling of the one screw I needed to get. The bin location was beset with a male-female pair of stalkers who "happened" to be so very interested in nuts and bolts. It is mighty rare that couplehood is so engaging that they both go to the hardware store for obscure items. Then another Fuckwit came cruising through. Then the Fuckwits behind me kept closing in closer; what is it about Penticton and Victoria, BC that wholesale public rudeness and disrespect is so rampant and relentless?
More ambulatory red-coated grannies/biddies arriving in the parking lot from no apparent source while at the laundromat, having me cross their path behind them.
An all time perp first today; arranging three dissimilar red colored vehicles in succession. Often they will arrange two dissimilar red colored vehicles together, and of course, the numerous same colored red vehicles that cluster around me, the standing record is eight simultaneously. But three clustered dissimilar red colored vehicles represents a major perp advance in vehicular gangstalking after nearly 12 years of this insane abuse.
It is the season, if one could call it that, as it goes on for six months, for soil smeared vehicles to pimp themselves. Vehicle color is important of course, but adding on a nice even spray job of road mud takes talent. And then to pimp it out for vehicular gangstalking at just the right moment for me to see, if not, drive behind.
"Solved" the above conundrum of a choice between a new monitor or a HDMI switch; I opted for the latter as that particular monitor had no end of comments about the surface reflectivity, and I know who could exploit that "feature" to drive me as berserk as they are. Any time there is rain water on the roads, the road surface has this new characteristic of huge trailing reflections of the traffic lights/controls, at least 20' of road distance. Never been seen before all this, and those pics of three+ years ago of the strange reflections off windows of the neighboring residential tower that seem to find my apartment are just too curious for conventional reality. After the price gouging of BC sales taxes charged by an Ontario only firm, the Canadian dollar being devalued on purpose, and the inevitable shipping charges, the cost was about the same.
I cleaned the bathroom this afternoon, as it was getting this strange accumulation of lint and hairs on the floor. The lint is navy blue in color, and the hairs are not from me, being other colors or lengths. (And too long for plucked hairs). Back in 1999 when I moved to Everett WA, my bathroom was also getting accumulations of navy blue lint, and I could not figure out where it was coming from, as the carpets were pinkish colored. And now I know, it is the Blue Lint Gang of Teleportational Hell, delivered without asking permission. And do they know how many laws do they violate every waking minute? I don't think they care, as the laws as we know them are for the "little people". And said laws are very likely fomented by the Legal Planning Section of the Pyschopathic Confederacy, who just love the judicial dust-ups, creating human angst and trails of legal bills and life disruption. Hilarious, isn't it?
03-16-2014
Sunday, and the week long urge to hike was instantiated (by doing it). Though, I first stopped for gasoline, and lo, if they weren't ready for that. The day-glo guy was putting out lane markers to block portions of the fuel station from the just-removed tank access covers so he could put in the dipstick to measure the underground tank level. Surely they have more reliable high tech ways of monitoring tank depletion? And many of the pump bays were busy, and the only choice it seemed was the one on the end pump bay. A vehicle was parked parallel 10' away putting air in his tires. And lo, if the jaywalking lollygagging negro (rare as hen's teeth here) male didn't get into a conversation with the air pumping vehicle driver, an additional excuse to loiter in my proximity and put on the male banter. And a roar of the HD motorcycle noise just as I put my debit card in the pump, the moment of greater magnetic flux from the card and reader. (Did I mention how much I loathe that noise?) At least once prior in this blog.
Went through the farm to the trailhead parking area, and my vehicle was the only one there. I hiked up to the top of MacIntyre Bluff at a constant pace for an hour, and there was no one on the trail; almost unbelievable. And while having my lunch at the top, still no one came by. I hiked down and still no gangstalkers, aka hikers. I have had parties of elder-hikers/stalker clubs, families (one parent reading a kids book to his two children while under a tree, twice even!), and all manner of Fuckwits "happening" to go hiking when I did, but this time no one. This is the third or fourth gangstalker-free time in a public area in nearly 12 years of this insane abuse. Just phenomenal.
Of course I had my vehicular vehicle trains ahead and oncoming for the trip to the trailhead and back. The dissimilar reds, the cube vans and the artful dirt splattered vehicles, along with tractor trailer units out on a Sunday drive no less. And hot headed motorcyclists too, running up behind me and somehow knowing in advance I was going to change lanes when in fact I was only doing the decent driver thing of staying in the R lane as there was no one to pass. And extra attention when I went to the LD store for my Rx, the 3x shorts wearing male also "needing" to be seen outside too on my way out of the store.
I was all set o get my car washed, especially for the yellow splatters of bug excreta on my windshield, but no, it was busy with waiting vehicles. Not the first time that this stunt has been pulled, maybe the fifth or more. Enough of the banter, and I should get this posted for the week.
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Sunday, March 16, 2014
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
A Sudden Cloudy Day
1145h
It was to be more unrelenting sunshine, but instead, overcast skies. As regular readers will know, there is an astonishing amount of concurrence of perp harassment to the weather conditions, and I have identified weather engineering services that appear legit. I don't have a model of exactly what the perps gain from all their weather machinations, locally and elsewhere, but it seems that the light "fairy rains", not a normal occurence for this area, are often timed for when I set off for somewhere, or after I exit a store where I have spent some time shopping, say > 10 minutes. This occured over four sequential visitations, and I mentioned this to my in-town brother, an avid student of weather conditions and forecasting, and he blew me off as to statistical improbability of such a linkage of weather condition onset and store exit. (Same store).
I am getting the temporal lobe "floaties" again; the sensation of being stoned, zoned and not quite fully engaged, all done by suspending the energies in the temporal lobes of the brain, something that is applied remotely IMHO. This "happens" to be one of the few facts that I am allowed to recall from the intense Attention Deficit Disorder research days of 1999 to 2002, until the perps struck and made their covert agenda overt, or to me at least. In light of the harassment and mind-control agenda I came to know, the ADD aspect of my life has slipped to second place, and it could of been a managed situation, as part of the perp's managed personality they must of extensively cultivated for me. That way, they could then leverage more technology, in the form of MRI, CT and SPECT scans to further their sick minded agenda. Little did I know that there are agencies that break the law every operational nanosecond of their existence with realtime mind control and psychic energy research, and by my reckoning, have done this for over 200 years.
A full morning of excessive vehicular traffic noise so far, possibly grooming me for heading out to yoga and strength training this afternoon. And there is a daycare operation two doors away, or the appearence thereof, so the odd crying child noise has also been selectively introduced at intervals, which I am sure has some deep neural investigation ramifications.
The masers and plasma games continue unabated; I have a constant screen of blackish filamentous energy waves drifting about in my visual field, and sometimes they appear to originate off imperfections or scuff marks (both introduced) on the wall, though for the most part there is no definable origin of this constant magnetic energy "matrix" that has been imposed on me. It is interesting that my three gaussmeters were all sabotaged early in the harassment, when I measured 400 Gauss, and since then, I haven't "bothered" (read, mind-controlled lassitude in chasing this one down). And the takeaway lesson from that episode in late 2002 was that they can sabotage the instruments before I recieve them, or dynamically while attempting to take a measurement. In other words, the exercise of quantifying the extent of the proximate magnetic field becomes pointless.
More aerials are "showing up" all over the city, and even existing ones are being upgraded. In the latter case, the four that beam between two concrete towers into the workout gym were recently modified I noticed, which makes it mighty curious that a cell phone company would undertake such an upgrade inside of a year. Even the putative microwave dishes of the local phone utility have been "upgraded" to have additional aerials that are consistent with other "upgrades" in town.
And more noise eruptions in my mouth today; a sudden crunching when not eating and not moving my jaw isn't too unusual, as are the excessive swallowing and jaw clicking noises. These are happening at the rate such that "I" am not allowed to notice them, my awareness of environmental noise artifacts has been governed down, to the level of not being allowed to know what is happening in my own mouth.
1630h
I did my yoga and strength training; there were three new lugs in the latter class, and somehow, they knew to wear navy blue, which made for a total of five of eight wearing navy blue, shirt or pants. Then one of them tailed me home for over 20 minutes of walking time, and lo, if the lights didn't accomodate this operative in a red sweatshirt to catch up to me, at least twice. Then with the ever present native Indian walking his bicycle ahead of me (sixth time) also bedecked in a red jacket, I was covered fore and aft (20' ahead and behind, a red clothing colored male). Then once I passed this idiot show, I then got two young girls walking ahead of me in red and also swishing their winter coats about, and lo, if the red dressed Indian didn't "decide" to mount his bicycle and ride on the sidewalk in front of me, and then past the two girls, effectively travelling between me and the red dressed girls and wearing red himself. More of the distance dependent color games. And it should be noted that there was a 5' wide bicycle lane on the adjacent thoroughfare, and "somehow", this rube found it necessary to ride his bicycle on the sidewalk.So that made for nearly complete red clothing color accompaniment for 25 of 30 minutes of walking back from the gym.
And it seems a minor theme of the day was to make sure I knew that was followed and harassed. Another kid gave me a shove from behind when I was entering the recreation center, with the class instructor also on my tail. All these events keep happening to me, and how could that be explained in clinical terms?
An definite color scheme today was navy blue, or at least going by the coordinated vehicles, some 800 to 1,000 of them in faux commuting at 1530h in the afternoon. That kind of traffic intensity at that time of day just doesn't happen, especially for a municipality that hasn't grown any since the last census of five years ago.
And more light tan colored vehicles are "showing up"; two sidestreets in succession, the same light metallic brown, and same make of vehicle "happening" to cross my path as I was about to cross the street. I also got the beligerent "don't look" vehicle coursing in front of me; somehow, the driver knew he could safely cut me off while on a crosswalk while he cruised by, making sure to look the opposite direction only.
Other highlights of my outing were to have five black colored vehicles arranged in the parking lot outside while I was working on a machine near the windows; only three more stalls were visible, and one of them had a white vehicle and the other two were empty. Amazing, this ongoing color game, all the while pretending it isn't happening.
Then I stopped at the supermarket on the way back; and lo, if a brown skinned dude wasn't on my tail as I visited the chocolate (brown) section, and then he "shows up" outside afterward, shaking a can of root beer (brown), while his "buddy" had just finished drinking a can of the very same product. Then a swarm of three ended up in front of me, one being a brown shirted waddling male, and when I was to take a picture of the swarm, one member crossed in front to foil a more illustrative picture, and when I then moved to get a better picture, the perps had remotely turned off the camera, defeating the attempt for a swarm picture.
1910h
Making and eating dinner tonight wasn't near the imposed rage show of last night, almost mellow even, and with enough emotional calm to take on sweeping the kitchen floor of its brown crumbs afterward. Normally, the perps don't like me to sweep the floor here, but it was a more frequent event at the last apartment. Go figure.
The hallway glass bottle or crockery bashing has started up, and once I put on the ear muffs, the assholes then pounded the ceiling overhead so it could be heard through the hearing protection just as I was pulling the Windows border back. The ongoing game of creating extra fat Windows borders continues each time I login, "somehow" this setting never gets saved. And the perps usually make sure I am cranked up about it, and very often, they won't allow it to be fully abated, but instead I am forced to remove it in two or more passes, usually minutes apart.
1950h
Onto overhead floor pounding; amazing that it can be done to a 4" concrete floor, but is not the first apartment building where this has happened. And I am getting stalked with squeaky spring noises when I read the prescribed words, this time it is body parts.
2155h
More crockery clanging with coughing and hacking; I might as well be at a rooming house, except that the amount of same noise sources is reduced in this lofty quarter.
But I am getting fierce emanations off the LCD panel, ever since I got back from the strength training workout. The usual format is the perps are cranking up the base irradiation level, and the event of being out of their intense magnetic field, this apartment in other words, means that they cannot irradiate me to the same level when outside. And also, the activity of working out may likely cause the irradiation to disperse. Hence, they are catching up, and irradiating me heavily, such that it is difficult to read while coming from this LCD panel.
I experienced the same post-activity irradiations when I returned from hiking in 2006; there was an intensified irradiation of the same kind when I got back, and it got progressively worse by the week, up until I gave my vehicle to my daughter, and thereby ceased hiking. The hiking caused the irradiation to dissipate IMHO, and then the perps were irradiating me all the more to get me back to their prescribed level.
This base level irradiation concept would also play out in the second year of overt harassment; I was staying at my parent's place, the prime quislings, and after coming back from swimming I couldn't get to sleep, likely because they over-irradiated me. Then my father would go downstairs, fake using the bathroom (having walked by the one next to his room), and then ascend the stairs with another set of footsteps, who likely gangstalked me through the wall to get a better reading. Then this operative would stay there for some 5 to 10 minutes and then disappear, but that gave their irradiating crew a better calibration so they could adjust the level. Then I got to sleep within 15 minutes after being awake for an hour. This went on for weeks until I was allowed, per perp's script, to get a place of my own.
And there has been plenty of masers flitting about here this evening.
At yoga, the perps were up to their red light games, turning on the security system's motion detector, and then switching it off, and then display a plasma based red light that was about the same size only 3' away. More peekaboo games with red lights, and I get them all the time outside this apartment, as there is nearly always a vehicle heading E., away from this building, on a street that I can see for 400', and nearly always has its brake lights on for absolutely no reason.
At yoga I got the brother-like clown behind me, and lo, if he didn't have dark brown socks on, only 12" from my head when lying down. He got the hook within 20 minutes, and made out that he had enough, though he has gone the full hour many times before. The same fucker had light brown socks on when he stationed himself beside me about four weeks ago. Today, there were only two other class members; the oafish twit that does stand-around duty under the cover of having a back problem, and the >250lb woman who elected to park her ass in the hallway, making for a slalom between the two when exiting. Totally fucking rude, and totally blatantly obvious in keeping with the "notice us fucking you" theme the assholes have put on today.
At strength training the herd of "stand theres" were on duty, and there was at least two distinct clusters. One where 8 of them were loosely clustered in their distance dependent color games (~20' away) in mid-building of which only two were actually working out. The other cluster of 6 was close to the windows, again ~20' away, and only two were genuinely engaged in exercise. In this latter group, they had a black dressed Caucasian woman who had slowly worked herself away from me, stopping at every other machine, and then they had a total of four dudes in navy blue shirts clustered around her, two on her right side, two on her left side, and the five in total lined up like bowling pins. And outside of that location, the perps had five black colored vehicles parked side by side, one white one and three empty stalls. They don't often cluster black vehicles together, but today was a notable exception.
Closer to me in the gym, the perps were still working the same granny and planting her in my visual field while I was less mobile, on the stationary bicycle, and then a very dark East Indian man was on the "lean forward" bicycle some 8' away. It isn't hard to figure out the perp's games when one knows the particular demographics they keep presenting to me, and even easier when they keep hounding me with the same granny nearly everytime I go. No one else repeats as much as she does, not even the staff for chrissakes.
And the negro gangstalking at the apartment entrance has moved further afield, and now replaced with Asian stalking. Two days ago they put the negro stalker on at the supermarket, and not at the doorway or in close proximity to this apartment building. As a facsimilie though, they had a Caucasian gangstalker pack a flattened cardboard box out of the building as I arrived, this person then taking it behind the glass foyer to the recycle area. As I see it, it is another variant of brown color stalking, while egressing the building.
I constantly wonder what kind of snow job the perps pull on the "visible minorities" to get their gangstalking cooperation, never mind how much of my own personal details they reveal to explain how they created this brown color problem in the first place. The perps must make themselves out to be white knights of the just cause, and somehow don't allow any aspersions to surface that suggests they are also flooding cities with brown water, disrupting aircraft toilets in flight (Sewage on a Plane), creating mining disasters all over the world to sample Causcasians, Asians and negros in extended duress at depth, sending ferry boats and cruise ships to the bottom with a sacrificial pair of unlucky passengers, telling relatives of the mining disasters that all were saved when it wasn't the case, and the latest, taking out a bridge in Minnesota. And I am sure I am not covering the half of it, as there have been many other strange "disasters" that just don't add up, even in this city, but seem to have a connection to the stunts they pull on me and other TI's as well as placing particular pictures on the web pages I visit. (You guessed it, I get a disproportionate number of negro pictures on the news sites, and I don't read about Africa if I can avoid it).
I am on a riff here, and it is likely that when I re-read this, there will be something I will regret. I have found that the perp's can also warp one's judgement as to what is appropriate, and who knows if that has been applied to me as I reveal the perp's continuing brown color harassment.
Enough for a post, time to blog off.
It was to be more unrelenting sunshine, but instead, overcast skies. As regular readers will know, there is an astonishing amount of concurrence of perp harassment to the weather conditions, and I have identified weather engineering services that appear legit. I don't have a model of exactly what the perps gain from all their weather machinations, locally and elsewhere, but it seems that the light "fairy rains", not a normal occurence for this area, are often timed for when I set off for somewhere, or after I exit a store where I have spent some time shopping, say > 10 minutes. This occured over four sequential visitations, and I mentioned this to my in-town brother, an avid student of weather conditions and forecasting, and he blew me off as to statistical improbability of such a linkage of weather condition onset and store exit. (Same store).
I am getting the temporal lobe "floaties" again; the sensation of being stoned, zoned and not quite fully engaged, all done by suspending the energies in the temporal lobes of the brain, something that is applied remotely IMHO. This "happens" to be one of the few facts that I am allowed to recall from the intense Attention Deficit Disorder research days of 1999 to 2002, until the perps struck and made their covert agenda overt, or to me at least. In light of the harassment and mind-control agenda I came to know, the ADD aspect of my life has slipped to second place, and it could of been a managed situation, as part of the perp's managed personality they must of extensively cultivated for me. That way, they could then leverage more technology, in the form of MRI, CT and SPECT scans to further their sick minded agenda. Little did I know that there are agencies that break the law every operational nanosecond of their existence with realtime mind control and psychic energy research, and by my reckoning, have done this for over 200 years.
A full morning of excessive vehicular traffic noise so far, possibly grooming me for heading out to yoga and strength training this afternoon. And there is a daycare operation two doors away, or the appearence thereof, so the odd crying child noise has also been selectively introduced at intervals, which I am sure has some deep neural investigation ramifications.
The masers and plasma games continue unabated; I have a constant screen of blackish filamentous energy waves drifting about in my visual field, and sometimes they appear to originate off imperfections or scuff marks (both introduced) on the wall, though for the most part there is no definable origin of this constant magnetic energy "matrix" that has been imposed on me. It is interesting that my three gaussmeters were all sabotaged early in the harassment, when I measured 400 Gauss, and since then, I haven't "bothered" (read, mind-controlled lassitude in chasing this one down). And the takeaway lesson from that episode in late 2002 was that they can sabotage the instruments before I recieve them, or dynamically while attempting to take a measurement. In other words, the exercise of quantifying the extent of the proximate magnetic field becomes pointless.
More aerials are "showing up" all over the city, and even existing ones are being upgraded. In the latter case, the four that beam between two concrete towers into the workout gym were recently modified I noticed, which makes it mighty curious that a cell phone company would undertake such an upgrade inside of a year. Even the putative microwave dishes of the local phone utility have been "upgraded" to have additional aerials that are consistent with other "upgrades" in town.
And more noise eruptions in my mouth today; a sudden crunching when not eating and not moving my jaw isn't too unusual, as are the excessive swallowing and jaw clicking noises. These are happening at the rate such that "I" am not allowed to notice them, my awareness of environmental noise artifacts has been governed down, to the level of not being allowed to know what is happening in my own mouth.
1630h
I did my yoga and strength training; there were three new lugs in the latter class, and somehow, they knew to wear navy blue, which made for a total of five of eight wearing navy blue, shirt or pants. Then one of them tailed me home for over 20 minutes of walking time, and lo, if the lights didn't accomodate this operative in a red sweatshirt to catch up to me, at least twice. Then with the ever present native Indian walking his bicycle ahead of me (sixth time) also bedecked in a red jacket, I was covered fore and aft (20' ahead and behind, a red clothing colored male). Then once I passed this idiot show, I then got two young girls walking ahead of me in red and also swishing their winter coats about, and lo, if the red dressed Indian didn't "decide" to mount his bicycle and ride on the sidewalk in front of me, and then past the two girls, effectively travelling between me and the red dressed girls and wearing red himself. More of the distance dependent color games. And it should be noted that there was a 5' wide bicycle lane on the adjacent thoroughfare, and "somehow", this rube found it necessary to ride his bicycle on the sidewalk.So that made for nearly complete red clothing color accompaniment for 25 of 30 minutes of walking back from the gym.
And it seems a minor theme of the day was to make sure I knew that was followed and harassed. Another kid gave me a shove from behind when I was entering the recreation center, with the class instructor also on my tail. All these events keep happening to me, and how could that be explained in clinical terms?
An definite color scheme today was navy blue, or at least going by the coordinated vehicles, some 800 to 1,000 of them in faux commuting at 1530h in the afternoon. That kind of traffic intensity at that time of day just doesn't happen, especially for a municipality that hasn't grown any since the last census of five years ago.
And more light tan colored vehicles are "showing up"; two sidestreets in succession, the same light metallic brown, and same make of vehicle "happening" to cross my path as I was about to cross the street. I also got the beligerent "don't look" vehicle coursing in front of me; somehow, the driver knew he could safely cut me off while on a crosswalk while he cruised by, making sure to look the opposite direction only.
Other highlights of my outing were to have five black colored vehicles arranged in the parking lot outside while I was working on a machine near the windows; only three more stalls were visible, and one of them had a white vehicle and the other two were empty. Amazing, this ongoing color game, all the while pretending it isn't happening.
Then I stopped at the supermarket on the way back; and lo, if a brown skinned dude wasn't on my tail as I visited the chocolate (brown) section, and then he "shows up" outside afterward, shaking a can of root beer (brown), while his "buddy" had just finished drinking a can of the very same product. Then a swarm of three ended up in front of me, one being a brown shirted waddling male, and when I was to take a picture of the swarm, one member crossed in front to foil a more illustrative picture, and when I then moved to get a better picture, the perps had remotely turned off the camera, defeating the attempt for a swarm picture.
1910h
Making and eating dinner tonight wasn't near the imposed rage show of last night, almost mellow even, and with enough emotional calm to take on sweeping the kitchen floor of its brown crumbs afterward. Normally, the perps don't like me to sweep the floor here, but it was a more frequent event at the last apartment. Go figure.
The hallway glass bottle or crockery bashing has started up, and once I put on the ear muffs, the assholes then pounded the ceiling overhead so it could be heard through the hearing protection just as I was pulling the Windows border back. The ongoing game of creating extra fat Windows borders continues each time I login, "somehow" this setting never gets saved. And the perps usually make sure I am cranked up about it, and very often, they won't allow it to be fully abated, but instead I am forced to remove it in two or more passes, usually minutes apart.
1950h
Onto overhead floor pounding; amazing that it can be done to a 4" concrete floor, but is not the first apartment building where this has happened. And I am getting stalked with squeaky spring noises when I read the prescribed words, this time it is body parts.
2155h
More crockery clanging with coughing and hacking; I might as well be at a rooming house, except that the amount of same noise sources is reduced in this lofty quarter.
But I am getting fierce emanations off the LCD panel, ever since I got back from the strength training workout. The usual format is the perps are cranking up the base irradiation level, and the event of being out of their intense magnetic field, this apartment in other words, means that they cannot irradiate me to the same level when outside. And also, the activity of working out may likely cause the irradiation to disperse. Hence, they are catching up, and irradiating me heavily, such that it is difficult to read while coming from this LCD panel.
I experienced the same post-activity irradiations when I returned from hiking in 2006; there was an intensified irradiation of the same kind when I got back, and it got progressively worse by the week, up until I gave my vehicle to my daughter, and thereby ceased hiking. The hiking caused the irradiation to dissipate IMHO, and then the perps were irradiating me all the more to get me back to their prescribed level.
This base level irradiation concept would also play out in the second year of overt harassment; I was staying at my parent's place, the prime quislings, and after coming back from swimming I couldn't get to sleep, likely because they over-irradiated me. Then my father would go downstairs, fake using the bathroom (having walked by the one next to his room), and then ascend the stairs with another set of footsteps, who likely gangstalked me through the wall to get a better reading. Then this operative would stay there for some 5 to 10 minutes and then disappear, but that gave their irradiating crew a better calibration so they could adjust the level. Then I got to sleep within 15 minutes after being awake for an hour. This went on for weeks until I was allowed, per perp's script, to get a place of my own.
And there has been plenty of masers flitting about here this evening.
At yoga, the perps were up to their red light games, turning on the security system's motion detector, and then switching it off, and then display a plasma based red light that was about the same size only 3' away. More peekaboo games with red lights, and I get them all the time outside this apartment, as there is nearly always a vehicle heading E., away from this building, on a street that I can see for 400', and nearly always has its brake lights on for absolutely no reason.
At yoga I got the brother-like clown behind me, and lo, if he didn't have dark brown socks on, only 12" from my head when lying down. He got the hook within 20 minutes, and made out that he had enough, though he has gone the full hour many times before. The same fucker had light brown socks on when he stationed himself beside me about four weeks ago. Today, there were only two other class members; the oafish twit that does stand-around duty under the cover of having a back problem, and the >250lb woman who elected to park her ass in the hallway, making for a slalom between the two when exiting. Totally fucking rude, and totally blatantly obvious in keeping with the "notice us fucking you" theme the assholes have put on today.
At strength training the herd of "stand theres" were on duty, and there was at least two distinct clusters. One where 8 of them were loosely clustered in their distance dependent color games (~20' away) in mid-building of which only two were actually working out. The other cluster of 6 was close to the windows, again ~20' away, and only two were genuinely engaged in exercise. In this latter group, they had a black dressed Caucasian woman who had slowly worked herself away from me, stopping at every other machine, and then they had a total of four dudes in navy blue shirts clustered around her, two on her right side, two on her left side, and the five in total lined up like bowling pins. And outside of that location, the perps had five black colored vehicles parked side by side, one white one and three empty stalls. They don't often cluster black vehicles together, but today was a notable exception.
Closer to me in the gym, the perps were still working the same granny and planting her in my visual field while I was less mobile, on the stationary bicycle, and then a very dark East Indian man was on the "lean forward" bicycle some 8' away. It isn't hard to figure out the perp's games when one knows the particular demographics they keep presenting to me, and even easier when they keep hounding me with the same granny nearly everytime I go. No one else repeats as much as she does, not even the staff for chrissakes.
And the negro gangstalking at the apartment entrance has moved further afield, and now replaced with Asian stalking. Two days ago they put the negro stalker on at the supermarket, and not at the doorway or in close proximity to this apartment building. As a facsimilie though, they had a Caucasian gangstalker pack a flattened cardboard box out of the building as I arrived, this person then taking it behind the glass foyer to the recycle area. As I see it, it is another variant of brown color stalking, while egressing the building.
I constantly wonder what kind of snow job the perps pull on the "visible minorities" to get their gangstalking cooperation, never mind how much of my own personal details they reveal to explain how they created this brown color problem in the first place. The perps must make themselves out to be white knights of the just cause, and somehow don't allow any aspersions to surface that suggests they are also flooding cities with brown water, disrupting aircraft toilets in flight (Sewage on a Plane), creating mining disasters all over the world to sample Causcasians, Asians and negros in extended duress at depth, sending ferry boats and cruise ships to the bottom with a sacrificial pair of unlucky passengers, telling relatives of the mining disasters that all were saved when it wasn't the case, and the latest, taking out a bridge in Minnesota. And I am sure I am not covering the half of it, as there have been many other strange "disasters" that just don't add up, even in this city, but seem to have a connection to the stunts they pull on me and other TI's as well as placing particular pictures on the web pages I visit. (You guessed it, I get a disproportionate number of negro pictures on the news sites, and I don't read about Africa if I can avoid it).
I am on a riff here, and it is likely that when I re-read this, there will be something I will regret. I have found that the perp's can also warp one's judgement as to what is appropriate, and who knows if that has been applied to me as I reveal the perp's continuing brown color harassment.
Enough for a post, time to blog off.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Chicken Run and the Rest of a Saturday
1350h
Another1.5 hours to get to sleep last night, courtesy of my mind-managers, and an awakening in the night for the same purpose. This purpose being to have me flip my head to the left side down on the pillow, then the right side in less than a minute, and repeat. It seems the perps are after a series of this form of harassment through the night, as it is the fourth time an awakening has been used for head flipping.
And I am wearing my new jeans today, in a navy blue color, something that is highly irregular, as past jeans have faded to light blue within three washings. Hence, some comfort of the perps around this color, even if they do send out a two-toned blue dressed gangstalker on me, as they did again this morning when making a brief sortie to the supermarket.
It was a Chicken Run, the event of aquiring a hot cooked chicken at the supermarket, and then gangstalking the hell out of me until I get back to my apartment. Today, the gangstalking was on the slack side, even if they did obstruct the checkout with a motorized wheelchair case, who "somehow" could not proceed forward, and who then backed over where I was standing, and turned the thing 90 degrees and stayed within 5' of me while at the checkout, and when departing the store. This isn't the first time the perps have run these up my asshole, and it does suggest that the fuckers are desperate. Besides, the perps get some granny-stalking time on me, and get to orchestrate this demographic in my proximity.
In fact, a granny in a motorized wheelchair is a two-fer; two demographics of selected gangstalkers, a geriatric and a wheelchair. Both seem to be perp fetishes, in being constantly planted around me, far more than random chance would suggest.
Anyhow, back to the jeans; a holed pair has been sitting on the floor for a week, and "I" haven't thrown them out yet. This morning, in preparation for the new pair to be worn, this old pair changed color overnight, becoming a mid-blue. And it is amazing that the perps have time for this kind of game, but not the gumption to show up and tell me about this continued nonconsensual human experimentation I had no part of agreeing to
And it is a sunny day, and it makes one want to go outside to the beach, as is my long habit at this time of year. But knowing that I will be gangstalked, somehow, probably through planted thoughts, puts a damper on this kind of activity. And not having a vehicle also crimps the intention, as I could get away to more remote locations then. All avenues to cadge a ride with friends have also been nixed, usually by orchestrating their unresponsiveness to returning phone calls, and all at the same juncture, sometime in mid-2004.
1410h
And I am being controlled to be especially slack, or lackidasical, even if there is no direct sun in my apartment now, and is fairly comfortable. The perps have long had lassitude managed, as I cannot count the number of times this has uncharacteristically intruded to then beget more problems. Maybe this is my cue for shutting the PC down, and having a mid-afternoon feed.
1420h
And I am being supplied with some more provocative ideas coming from two directions, altough both sources are suspect, coming from the smuggled documents world in one case. This topic is called sentient objects, or in other words, ascribing consiousness to physical objects (or matter), and that they can think, react and self organize like biological beings. This is way too far out for me to accept, and this paragraph is only meant to serve for documentation purposes, and retain the links that suggest the possibility of this far-fetched psychic force.
One source is from a young aspiring rocket engineer, David Adair, who managed to get the once Chief of Staff of the US Air Force, general, Curtis LeMay, to be his mentor by way of family connections. He is taken to an underground site, and asked to look over this rocket, as the means or propulsion is similar to what the young wunderkind had developed. The rocket engine even developed differing light properties to his mood, and he also sensed it knew what he did about that particular design. I remain skeptical on sentient objects. The link is here, and is an interesting read if nothing else.
Another story of a similar kind, is by someone who encountered small unmanned UFO's, typically called drones. I don't know why I am not gangstalked with these things, but for energy assay activities, these seem ideal. (An individualized UFO, just to make sure that I know I am selected for harassment). This article even advances the notion of object sentience by describing a language that foments this self organizing ability. Again, to far fetched for me to believe at this time.
Which begs the question: have the perp's ever tipped their hand as to object sentience being an objective? In a word, no. Or from the other angle, they have never allowed this notion to "arise", and it has never been considered, as per the Pondering the Perps' Objectives postings, in the list of links under Essential Reading, to the right side. Nor have any of my readings of other TI's travails or that the UFO activity ever suggested that objects have a capacity to think or feel. Some of the native Indian beliefs were assigned to spirits in the form of plants, trees and animals, all biological entities, and perhaps this also included others, such as the land, water etc. And I know very little about this topic to be fair, and if I was able to get out of my slack feeling state, perhaps I could better document these beliefs in other cultures.
1745h
A two hour nap attack again, and now this is the new reason to feel so unmotivated. And today marks the first time since October 2006 that I have bought fruit; that particular item of my diet was always a regular item, but "somehow", slipped off the buying activity list. The unsubstantiated rumor (read, planted thought) is that fructose has an opposite electron spin, something I haven't bothered to look up. But I did have fruit at my parent's place once per week, so this experiment of reduced fruit consumption wasn't entirely draconian. And as part of the mind-control games, a rationalization gets created too, making it seem to be self-generated. This was the excuse that I wanted the fruit to be local and fresh, hence no frozen or far travelling (i.e. from Chile) supplied fruit. No big unusual noise stalking was put on for this event, eating fruit in my apartment, but there has been a steady supply of noise, many with a long decay time (trailing off). Enough excitement for a day, or at least, for a perp operative.
1925h
Onto loftier aims; is this really true that is legally possible in the United States to arrest and sieze the property of someone for criticizing the war in Iraq? It seems this is the case, if this article is the real deal. How the mighty have fallen, and I wonder what it will take to have this order rescinded? As I am getting a noise flurry at this moment of writing this up and making the link, I better not feed the beast anymore.
I am now getting coughstalked from the hallway, just at the moment I was about to depress the mouse button. One cannot get any better timing than that, an as there are so many of these coincidences in a day, how can this harassment be anything but coordinated? Answer me that, all you clinical proselytisers.
And to detail more of the current goings on, the overhead pounding has started up over 2 hours ago, and the fake neighbor water usage, louder than my own, continues its on-off "habit".
22230h
More conspiratorial stories, this one from Phil Schneider, now deceased, the belated mark of being dangerous to someone. I listened to th first half of the video, and it was mighty interesting.
Time to blog off for the day.
Another1.5 hours to get to sleep last night, courtesy of my mind-managers, and an awakening in the night for the same purpose. This purpose being to have me flip my head to the left side down on the pillow, then the right side in less than a minute, and repeat. It seems the perps are after a series of this form of harassment through the night, as it is the fourth time an awakening has been used for head flipping.
And I am wearing my new jeans today, in a navy blue color, something that is highly irregular, as past jeans have faded to light blue within three washings. Hence, some comfort of the perps around this color, even if they do send out a two-toned blue dressed gangstalker on me, as they did again this morning when making a brief sortie to the supermarket.
It was a Chicken Run, the event of aquiring a hot cooked chicken at the supermarket, and then gangstalking the hell out of me until I get back to my apartment. Today, the gangstalking was on the slack side, even if they did obstruct the checkout with a motorized wheelchair case, who "somehow" could not proceed forward, and who then backed over where I was standing, and turned the thing 90 degrees and stayed within 5' of me while at the checkout, and when departing the store. This isn't the first time the perps have run these up my asshole, and it does suggest that the fuckers are desperate. Besides, the perps get some granny-stalking time on me, and get to orchestrate this demographic in my proximity.
In fact, a granny in a motorized wheelchair is a two-fer; two demographics of selected gangstalkers, a geriatric and a wheelchair. Both seem to be perp fetishes, in being constantly planted around me, far more than random chance would suggest.
Anyhow, back to the jeans; a holed pair has been sitting on the floor for a week, and "I" haven't thrown them out yet. This morning, in preparation for the new pair to be worn, this old pair changed color overnight, becoming a mid-blue. And it is amazing that the perps have time for this kind of game, but not the gumption to show up and tell me about this continued nonconsensual human experimentation I had no part of agreeing to
And it is a sunny day, and it makes one want to go outside to the beach, as is my long habit at this time of year. But knowing that I will be gangstalked, somehow, probably through planted thoughts, puts a damper on this kind of activity. And not having a vehicle also crimps the intention, as I could get away to more remote locations then. All avenues to cadge a ride with friends have also been nixed, usually by orchestrating their unresponsiveness to returning phone calls, and all at the same juncture, sometime in mid-2004.
1410h
And I am being controlled to be especially slack, or lackidasical, even if there is no direct sun in my apartment now, and is fairly comfortable. The perps have long had lassitude managed, as I cannot count the number of times this has uncharacteristically intruded to then beget more problems. Maybe this is my cue for shutting the PC down, and having a mid-afternoon feed.
1420h
And I am being supplied with some more provocative ideas coming from two directions, altough both sources are suspect, coming from the smuggled documents world in one case. This topic is called sentient objects, or in other words, ascribing consiousness to physical objects (or matter), and that they can think, react and self organize like biological beings. This is way too far out for me to accept, and this paragraph is only meant to serve for documentation purposes, and retain the links that suggest the possibility of this far-fetched psychic force.
One source is from a young aspiring rocket engineer, David Adair, who managed to get the once Chief of Staff of the US Air Force, general, Curtis LeMay, to be his mentor by way of family connections. He is taken to an underground site, and asked to look over this rocket, as the means or propulsion is similar to what the young wunderkind had developed. The rocket engine even developed differing light properties to his mood, and he also sensed it knew what he did about that particular design. I remain skeptical on sentient objects. The link is here, and is an interesting read if nothing else.
Another story of a similar kind, is by someone who encountered small unmanned UFO's, typically called drones. I don't know why I am not gangstalked with these things, but for energy assay activities, these seem ideal. (An individualized UFO, just to make sure that I know I am selected for harassment). This article even advances the notion of object sentience by describing a language that foments this self organizing ability. Again, to far fetched for me to believe at this time.
Which begs the question: have the perp's ever tipped their hand as to object sentience being an objective? In a word, no. Or from the other angle, they have never allowed this notion to "arise", and it has never been considered, as per the Pondering the Perps' Objectives postings, in the list of links under Essential Reading, to the right side. Nor have any of my readings of other TI's travails or that the UFO activity ever suggested that objects have a capacity to think or feel. Some of the native Indian beliefs were assigned to spirits in the form of plants, trees and animals, all biological entities, and perhaps this also included others, such as the land, water etc. And I know very little about this topic to be fair, and if I was able to get out of my slack feeling state, perhaps I could better document these beliefs in other cultures.
1745h
A two hour nap attack again, and now this is the new reason to feel so unmotivated. And today marks the first time since October 2006 that I have bought fruit; that particular item of my diet was always a regular item, but "somehow", slipped off the buying activity list. The unsubstantiated rumor (read, planted thought) is that fructose has an opposite electron spin, something I haven't bothered to look up. But I did have fruit at my parent's place once per week, so this experiment of reduced fruit consumption wasn't entirely draconian. And as part of the mind-control games, a rationalization gets created too, making it seem to be self-generated. This was the excuse that I wanted the fruit to be local and fresh, hence no frozen or far travelling (i.e. from Chile) supplied fruit. No big unusual noise stalking was put on for this event, eating fruit in my apartment, but there has been a steady supply of noise, many with a long decay time (trailing off). Enough excitement for a day, or at least, for a perp operative.
1925h
Onto loftier aims; is this really true that is legally possible in the United States to arrest and sieze the property of someone for criticizing the war in Iraq? It seems this is the case, if this article is the real deal. How the mighty have fallen, and I wonder what it will take to have this order rescinded? As I am getting a noise flurry at this moment of writing this up and making the link, I better not feed the beast anymore.
I am now getting coughstalked from the hallway, just at the moment I was about to depress the mouse button. One cannot get any better timing than that, an as there are so many of these coincidences in a day, how can this harassment be anything but coordinated? Answer me that, all you clinical proselytisers.
And to detail more of the current goings on, the overhead pounding has started up over 2 hours ago, and the fake neighbor water usage, louder than my own, continues its on-off "habit".
22230h
More conspiratorial stories, this one from Phil Schneider, now deceased, the belated mark of being dangerous to someone. I listened to th first half of the video, and it was mighty interesting.
Time to blog off for the day.
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