02-29-2020
A Leap Year moment of sudden and unexpected access to my own blog. It seems that way. I have spent the last three days attempting to get to this blog that I have been writing since 2006 by way of endless and senseless "Google verification" fuckery of unimaginable contortions, re-directions and proportions. You won't get a real person to talk to of course, but for now, and I am not out of the woods yet, I seem to be able to get to this blog and post something. And this is it. I just may not be able to post to this blog again, I don't know.
As this blog and attendant Google Gmail user ID was created in 2006, it just seems they didn't ask a whole lot of details as to how to recover one's account. Back in 2012 when I got my new cell phone account, the cell phone network required me to create a new Gmail account which I didn't want to do because I already had one, and being an IT guy, I instinctively knew having two accounts from the same outfit (Google) would create problems, and I have been absolutely correct.
In 01-2020 I managed to (somehow) get back into this account and reset the password, and now a month later, the Google Gmail/Blogger crowd, (or their puppet masters if you prefer) decided to put me through Google Verification Hell again. My regular password of a month ago, duly recorded on paper, "somehow" just didn't work. Around and around I went from the "default" account (the 2012-created one Google decided) to attempt to get back into this one. Last night I had the inspiration to make the 2006-created account the "recovery account" even if I couldn't get into it with this "verification" password blocking, and as of now, I somehow got back into TIWorld.
It has been a long round of password fucking hell to say the least. Tricks like sending my "verification code" to an email address that didn't arrive was a good trick. Giving me verification codes that didn't allow access, but instead "we are reviewing your account" (code for not happening). Even now, the account that displays on the upper right of this page is the 2012-created account, not the 2006-created account that owns this blog and desperately needs extra recovery information added. I have come to the conclusion that the Google masters have taken nearly every measure possible to stop me from accessing the 2006-created account and this blog by extension, and keep sending me to the 2012-created account which does NOT have this blog attached to it.
So.... why not merge them? Why Google, who likely yanked the chain of the cell phone carrier in the first place which created this account bifurcation fuckery, doesn't have this functionality as stated in their own FAQ. Which to me seems like a tacit acknowledgement that there are two classes of Gmail accounts depending on when they decided to embrace the "mobility" scene and hang cell phone access and all the rest of the data particulars they would of captured from the cell phone network off of Gmail accounts.
FFS Google, just allow Gmail account consolidation/merging so I can access my blog from a single Gmail account. Or this the plan; to screw me out of owning it? Besides, I don't use my Gmail account for regular email as Google likes to read other's mail as a matter of course.
All this was also precipitated by someone messing with the browser settings and not allowing persistent "cookies" which then caused me to log in each new session. Not the end of the world, but that seemed to be the excuse to kick off the latest round of fuckery whereby my password got blocked.
After all that, and while on this blog editing, I cannot get to my 2006-created account to reset the password and add more recovery details. The only clue is that it says "Sign Out of All Accounts" versus "Sign Out of Account". They don't make it easy, don't plan to, don't want users to access their own blogs (possibly selectively), don't have any real people to talk to and don't give a shit. Well done Google; only you could outdo Microsoft for creating intense user interface/interaction vexation. And I am making an assumption it is only you, not someone else jacking me around which is usually the case.
02-16-2020
I would of though that going to yoga class would be plenty of spinal flexing and twisting by the ongoing proximate gangstalking tourists for the week, but no, add in the new mobile (tractor trailer) bottling operation and the new hire at the other vineyard, and there is more. The new hire dude, tubby and a little rough around the edges, "just happened" to engage in unnecessary and extensive spinal flexing while in my proximity some 4' away. It was especially noted when I was having an infrequent break in the production line action and he sat down 4' opposite, on the roller conveyor no less, facing me and did lateral (side to side) spinal flexing. And he really got going on spinal flexing when I had a sip from my water bottle. Normally I don't need to keep it near me for this kind of work, but "for some reason" I got thirsty, placed the bottle near me on break, just when the new hire dude was re-assigned from other work further away to work near me on the production line. Funny how that "happens". I have never known anyone to do spinal flexing while on a bottling line before while they are busy handling and packing bottles. First impressions are lasting, and perhaps the new hire dude is going to be one to get under my skin all this vineyard working season. Woohoo, more work adversity, as if I haven't had enough over my working life.
Some time ago, my youngest brother was doing similar senseless spinal flexing nearby at the First Feral Family house, and I told him that is exactly what so many of the gangstalkers do, so therefore, he must be one too. He kind of blanched and ceased flexing his spine, and did so for good. So we shall see if the new-hire bearded-boy has a real need to flex his spine as part of his "natural work habit" or else was he putting on this shit just for me.
At least three others at the bottling line operation could of introduced this new-hire to me over two days, and didn't. Like WTF; why does this shit behavior persist and is so consistent. Even going back three decades, the then-wife, a fully compliant plant, also pulled this shit and I began to wonder if she was being so fucking rude on purpose. Well, as I later found out, she was. The perps constantly thwart, delay and protract the introduction of others in my orbit. Why don't they just get over it, and put name tags on these Fuckwits titled, "Gangstalker #nnn, goes by, xxxxx"? Given that the new-hire dude ranks mid-level on the Unfavored scale (male >20yo., facial hair, fat, a rude ass (as he later demonstrated apart from the aforementioned spinal flexing gangstalker habit) and is full of himself), maybe he will be the upcoming summer-long (co-worker) Unfavored test specimen for incremental inculcation in an attempt to have me "accept" such scum without immediate loathing on first sight.
This new mobile bottling line was a very smooth operation and there was little down time for a change. There was the odd hiccup, as production rate dithering, slowing or stopping it, is another one of the perp's fuckery favorites. With all the production lines on this planet, why do they need to round on me and have them mess up? Well I suppose I am a test subject, and whatever neural correlates and psychic reactions to even work flow is detectable when I am in the groove (everything is going smoothly and therefore I am relaxed some), and then I suddenly become more attentive while the slowdown causes are analyzed, all the more study fodder for all the poor souls on production lines everywhere else. Just my theory of course, but the perp's interests do seem to have a very consistent pattern.
Back to wallet "forget" fucking, now twice in two weeks; both times having me "forget" to take my wallet to the grocery store and only happening to find out at the check out with a full carry basket. Once I got back into my vehicle with the windows closed I made sure they knew I was utterly infuriated. They pulled this stunt maybe 10 years ago in the same circumstances, and now it "happens" twice in two weeks. There have been other wallet "forgets" in the interim, but none where I needed it until this latest eruption of fuckery. Regular readers and possibly other TI's will know the Psychopaths have a long running interest in my wallet's contents, the color of the bills (very colored in Canada) and the cards in my wallet.
02-19-2020
Ths Psychopaths were on the rag today, that is to say, they were fucking me with "forgets" and dropping things from my hands far beyond their "normal" harassment rate, which is of course an order of magnitude that would happen to unharassed mortals. Three forced "forgets" on turning the stove burner off/on in succession this morning, then "forgets" on taking supplements (a daily jerkaround now), then again for my Rx, and then extra insane fuckery when attempting to get out the door (boots, clothing, gear) which is a daily battle of fuckery, infuriation and delay. Then later at work, vine pruning mistakes I hadn't made for the three weeks I have been doing it this year, adding the hot-rod muffler noise of passing traffic in considerably greater frequency, incessant dog barking noise from multiple locations, an overflight by a military aircraft that had blackish emanations from it and plenty of helicopters (at least 12) etc. The assholes didn't relent all day, save perhaps the last hour of work. Then on my ass at home, getting the order of things wrong making dinner etc. -likely about 200 infuriation stunts today, well beyond their 80-100 average. What the got into the assholes today?
When this extra infuriation fuckery goes down there is usually a reason, and today "just happened" to be the day I dropped off a shit sample at the lab, and given the Psychopath's intense interest in excrement, it just might of been the event to trigger their insane minds to lay on substantially more fuckery and abuse. Longer term readers may recall when I was about to exit my vehicle at this same lab location with the same sample, they sent a negro on a bicycle at high speed about 6" past my door as I was about to open it. I could not believe it then or now as to how utterly stupid it was for a cyclist to go so fast and so close to street parked vehicles unless of course they were assured that they would come to no harm. This negro Fuckwit stalker could of moved over by 12-24" and still there would of been plenty of room for motor vehicles to get by. Never mind the rarity of negroes in this town, and the even greater unlikelihood that they would of been on a bicycle, excepting street sports events which was not the case. Funny how all these improbabilities add up all the time, isn't it?
And the last month has also been evidenced by increased sleep disruptions; heavy nap attacks after work of 1.5 to 2 hours and longer on weekends, and even throwing in some unconventional sound invasions. On two occasions I was napping, maybe only 15-20 minutes into it and drifting off into a deeper sleep it seemed, when they planted a noise to bring me out of it. This residence has no one upstairs or down or anyone else on any side, and nor does it have anyone else here, and on one of these occasions they planted the noise of someone clearing their throat. I was immediately awakened as there is no one else here, and "somehow" I was also calmed with the suggestion that "it's just the Psychopaths planting a noise again" so that I did not get up. And in this state of heightened and constant threat assessment and reaction to any and all fuckery conventional and unconventional alike, nearly running 18 years now, there is no way my normal self would of not got up and investigated the possible presence of someone in my place that somehow got past a locked door. I believe the second nap noise event was a wall pounding (of no known conventional cause), and as I get these about 6x/year I would of assumed it was them again because of its familiarity.
Funny how the sleep disruptions suddenly came on too; I was doing fine in December into mid-January on this job with 6 hours of sleep and no evening time nap attacks. Then when I switched jobs, why, the sleep disruptions came on and have persisted for at least 6 weeks now.
The weekend prior, the night before going to the walk-in clinic for an Rx refill, why, I couldn't get any sleep "for some reason". Though as "usual" I didn't suffer for the lack of sleep.
The usual situation at the walk-in clinic is to sit around in the waiting area for an hour (or more) with a presumed orchestrated gangstalking scene around me. On this occasion, a five yo. child was staring at me furtively, and twice when I looked at her, she immediately averted her gaze as if looking at me was prohibited. Probably was, but she couldn't help it. As to what she was staring at exactly I don't know for sure, but I suspect I must have some visible emanation about me as I can never figure out why I often get stared at by people whom I have never seen before.
Another Psychopathic campaign this week is to have me feel poorly while
at work in the vineyard continuing with the vine pruning. As if my ADD
stimulant Rx never kicked on one day (and I know I took them), another
day feeling like I was slowed down and weaker (also not an Rx intake problem).
Then when I get enough sleep (per pre-harassment normal), why, I still feel like hell this week. So just what are they up to and why all this sleep fuckery, which to be fair, had a sudden onset when they first invaded my apartment and went beserk/overt in 04-2002. As one TI reader noted, one may be more psychically accessible while sleeping, which accounts for the instances of more enforced sleep, aka, nap attacks. But also, the revelations of Donald Marshall, if they are to believed, suggests that there is much covert ongoing research to ensure the human clones have a tranferable/replicable conscience/awareness while the parent being is awake. Apparently, the clones do have a conscience when the parent being in REM sleep. An interesting technical issue which may have relevance to the Psychopath's relentless sleep fuckery games that I endure. This being a more speculative notion I usually entertain but possibly very relevant.
Anyhow, I am going to post this in the hope that I can gain access to this blog again on a continued basis. We shall see what the Google Verification Fuckery Maze has in store for me. I didn't expect this one, but as password keyboard entry, desktop and at the checkouts on one's debit card, is another long running Psychopathic research theme, we shall see.
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Thursday, January 30, 2020
Back to Pruning
28-01-2020
Back to the regular vineyard gig again, this being my first day back. As always, any new event, be it a new job, job location or even a resumption such as this, begets extra imposed fuckery. You know, the "usual" problems that vineyard pruners face, e.g. making mistakes (cutting the wrong cane). Except that I know this place, the vines, and have sufficient experience that I would not ordinarily make these mistakes. Funny how the "mistakes" rolled off after a few hours. The next day the assholes fucked me out of taking my regular ADD medications, which was when the new boss lady dropped by. (She is working at the other vineyard).
A Monday, and yoga in the evening, and in concert, an extra large crowd. So many new faces at this shit show tonight and at least 20% were utterly hopeless and if not for a practice session (my supposition, as many seem to know the next move before the instructor), I would think they would be best suited for couch surfing. So what is yoga class but a "TI Gangstalk Tour" for the invited? I was looking up alternate yoga studios, and one was attesting to their casual "vibe" and that laughter was not only common, but promoted. There ain't no laughter at the sessions I go to, just this heads down grimness, long the calling card of these orchestrated Fuckwits. Though to be fair, the staff are fine. In fact, one instructor who was making jokes, didn't last too long, even if she was cute, blonde and young.
And again at yoga, more wierds, and even compounding three profound Unfavored" features in the form of one individual; a male with tight curly hair (blonde) hair with the fugliest set of fine bluish tattoos all over his arms and some coverage on his legs. I couldn't bear to look at this multiple Unfavored freak, and yet the Psychopaths kept sending my gaze there, about three mats away.
And again, why is this class getting so full, so early? Time was that I was the first one in at 10 minutes early, but I am now pressed to find a spot leaving at my usual time. And what is with the pre-selected mat locations? One woman who came a minute or two after me, as I saw her coming through the door, (a time honored gangstalking location), just "happened" to have her studio supplied mat in place before she arrived in the practice room next to me. She put her towel on the mat, but I don't get it; how did she know the mat was there for her?
Onto the TI community. Here is a TI that managed to finish his PhD while the heat was on; individual21 -Stephen Mullet's 89pp story of how targeted abuse and arranged coincidences came down on him, and in addition, his conclusions as to the greater picture this fits into. For example, the police are a criminal organization (my own determination too, based on personal experience), and others. Some details on numeric and syntactical "coincidences", with the bottom line (mine); don't use so-called social media. Quoting from his conclusions:
Speaking of orchestrated/planted girlfriends, back before the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, they planted two girlfriends over a three year span. One stayed in circulation after the apartment invasion, and who alternately stated she wanted to help me (har, har) and then would be clearly abetting the Psychopathic torturers. And she wasn't too big on empathy when the chips were down, as they were so often in those helter-skelter days of intense and unconventional abuse. That would be Ms. C of my story, (elsewhere in the blog), and when I departed her place in 2003 with some of my belongings of my own apartment, she claimed that she loved me etc. A ridiculous proclamation to say the least, especially given her spotty track record with the truth and obvious perp abettance. To this day I cannot fathom why the Psychopaths would put on that highly absurd and transparent act for so little outcome. Because when I attempted to return two weeks later and pack up the rest of my belongings and clean out my apartment, (and also visit her) the border patrol pulled their guns on me for no reason whatsoever. So her absurd statement of fond attachment was the last time I saw her, though some emails and phone communications persisted for three more years with declining content. That is my biggest WTF moment of this whole abuse-athon of its nearly 18 years (and running). And will likely be the biggest WTF moment of my existence.
Interesting that individual21's harassment started in 2002, when mine did, as I term it, they "went berserk/overt".
01-30-2020
Onto the more mundane but repeated fuckery; the assholes lost my keys to the landlord's house I am looking after. Which meant that I took their mail to my place for safe-keeping, which is probably the plan in the first place. I just don't know what it is about mail, but the perps are berserk over it, and handling someone else's mail is cause for them to ramp up the fuckery and idiocy. Last year I picked up a parcel for the landlady, and having the same street address on my ID allowed me to pick it up for her. That event brought me all kinds of gangstalking action and a "hold-up" at the pokey, (normally not busy) PO. A "hold-up" at cashiers and public counters is my term for when they plant a Fuckwit ahead of me who has a "difficult problem" that requires extensive time to resolve. Another variant is stacking the line ahead of me with a Fuckwit/gangstalker surge, for the same reason; to keep me waiting in line for this blatant obstruction to conclude. And do the Psychopaths ever love to have me in a queue so their Fuckwits can slowly tread over top of where I was standing.
The missing keys may be findable at the location where I parked my vehicle at the vineyard; I take much care in handling my keys, and ensured they were in a zippered pocket with my car keys so they don't go missing in the vineyard or other such unfindable location. But "somehow" the keys just flipped out on their own, "somehow" unnoticed. The assholes also pulled this shit with the same zippered ski pants about four weeks ago, with a different key. I figured the key was lost for good in some vineyard location (prior gig with many vineyards), but were found in the snow once it melted near my parked vehicle at the landlord's house.
And what is it about keys that so fixates the Psychopaths? Co-workers leave their keys in ridiculous places in the vineyard (on the ground FFS), then another time, unintentionally as it seemed as I "found" her keys at her locked vehicle when I was on a weed whacking job that morning. Another time, she lost her keys at her place and another co-worker drove her to retrieve them.
Which is a segue to this same (key misplacing) co-worker who I "happened" to meet at a supermarket after work yesterday. You know, the designed coincidence; I stopped at this particular grocery store after work that I had never patronized before as it had sausages that were particularly good, and lo, she was there shopping too. As it turns out, she is pruning the other vineyard. We met with a hug, another long running perp stunt, though it was an entirely appropriate greeting in the context. (I just cannot stand these orchestrated "huggie" events the Fuckwit gangstalkers put on with such frequency in my proximity). So here I was, involved in the same.
And as it "so happens" as part of the lead-up to permit my after work grocery shopping and co-worker hug (per above), I did not have the usual urgency to get to the bathroom after work. For the past two weeks, it has been such that I need to get to the crapper within a minute or less of my return to my residence, every work day. This is highly unusual timing, especially the forced bowel movements, and the assholes usually don't permit me to remove my ski pants (over my running tights as long underwear), or my large boots. One day they even pulled a double; a forced crap as I was about to head out the door, forcing me to remove my coat, though without sufficient time to remove my ski pants or boots. Then when I came home that same day, another forced crap similarly attired given the imposed urgency. The Psychopaths insane and relentless fixation in defecating and shit is limitless. And I don't think it is just me, given the profusion of street crapping in California that has been making the news for the last few months. It was to the degree that it even spawned an app for one's phone spotting the latest crap locations.
Then if the fuckery over losing the keys today wasn't enough, the assholes struck again this evening with another stunt; the "forget the wallet" jerkaround. And of course I was caught out big time as I had a basket full of groceries that I was about to pay for, and lo, no fucking wallet. I am sick fucking fed up of the insane fuckery over what is in my wallet, and the forced "forget" games over having it on my person. Just leave me the fuck alone, I have had enough. And if you really want to unpack my grocery basket for me, just come by, introduce yourself and wave a $1000 bill and I won't ask any questions, as much as would like to. You fucking insane assholes.
Speaking of that gangstalking hole, the SOF supermarket and their heads-down staff, what was the point of that ridiculous cough-stalking Fuckwit last week? A male ponytail (in grey FFS) was walking toward me in a store aisle that I frequent as my last shopping before the checkout, and here he was doing this fake cough with a consistent tone while walking along for at least 30'. It was like; I don't stop for throat clearing, because I am not really here for shopping anyhow (no basket), and besides, my throat wasn't that bad anyhow but needed to keep up the noise trace. If I was allowed to be witty, I should of told him to keep his Corona virus to himself (a joke).
I reckon that perambulating throat clearing Fuckwit was an paid operative; they cannot rely on locals to look so absurd, never mind being able to keep a throat clearing act going for so long and consistent in tone. I have known the Psychopaths to screw with my throat function many thousands of times, at the most strangest of times, and even when on the move. I doubt if they would entrust a local person to pull this off the way they wanted, and too, reveal another of their invasive stunts; we can fuck with your throat, mucus in your throat and/or your vocal cords anytime or anywhere we want.
And what was with the dog barking coverage today? For at least two hours in the morning, a distant big dog bark that kept up. Later in the afternoon, the Pyrenees belonging to a vineyard house about 80m away, and kept in a pen, kept up the barking for at least an hour. Said dog's owner was there all the time, but she just put it outside in the pen and let it bark. Sometimes they let it out and the dog comes by and we play for a short span. And with no tractor activity these days, and the owner home, why didn't they let it out? They know I like the dog and it is no problem. (Or at least, none that I will confess to, protecting the dog's reputation and not saying anything about his tendency to chew on the vines to get my attention and keep the game going).
I met my new boss lady two days ago, in keeping with the Psychopath managed game of incremental introduction. Going back a few weeks ago I asked the vacationing boss via email who was my new foreman (woman as it turned out) and he didn't reply for a week. Another winery person I asked didn't know, and took three days to return my text. I finally got a name and a number and called the next day, introducing myself on her voice mail. A few days later I got a return call and negotiated which vineyard I was to work in. She said that she would come by Tuesday, after I started Monday, which she did. So all this back and forthing, voice mail and finally meeting took at least ten days. This kind of "incremental introduction", typically of someone I will have a longer association with, is straight out the Psychopath's playbook. In fact, nearly all my introductions to others have been like this since they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and likely many before. Another variant is to have others talk the person up with name-dropping before I meet them.
Enough for a posting I reckon, as my regular weekly schedule seems to be getting interfered with.
Back to the regular vineyard gig again, this being my first day back. As always, any new event, be it a new job, job location or even a resumption such as this, begets extra imposed fuckery. You know, the "usual" problems that vineyard pruners face, e.g. making mistakes (cutting the wrong cane). Except that I know this place, the vines, and have sufficient experience that I would not ordinarily make these mistakes. Funny how the "mistakes" rolled off after a few hours. The next day the assholes fucked me out of taking my regular ADD medications, which was when the new boss lady dropped by. (She is working at the other vineyard).
A Monday, and yoga in the evening, and in concert, an extra large crowd. So many new faces at this shit show tonight and at least 20% were utterly hopeless and if not for a practice session (my supposition, as many seem to know the next move before the instructor), I would think they would be best suited for couch surfing. So what is yoga class but a "TI Gangstalk Tour" for the invited? I was looking up alternate yoga studios, and one was attesting to their casual "vibe" and that laughter was not only common, but promoted. There ain't no laughter at the sessions I go to, just this heads down grimness, long the calling card of these orchestrated Fuckwits. Though to be fair, the staff are fine. In fact, one instructor who was making jokes, didn't last too long, even if she was cute, blonde and young.
And again at yoga, more wierds, and even compounding three profound Unfavored" features in the form of one individual; a male with tight curly hair (blonde) hair with the fugliest set of fine bluish tattoos all over his arms and some coverage on his legs. I couldn't bear to look at this multiple Unfavored freak, and yet the Psychopaths kept sending my gaze there, about three mats away.
And again, why is this class getting so full, so early? Time was that I was the first one in at 10 minutes early, but I am now pressed to find a spot leaving at my usual time. And what is with the pre-selected mat locations? One woman who came a minute or two after me, as I saw her coming through the door, (a time honored gangstalking location), just "happened" to have her studio supplied mat in place before she arrived in the practice room next to me. She put her towel on the mat, but I don't get it; how did she know the mat was there for her?
Onto the TI community. Here is a TI that managed to finish his PhD while the heat was on; individual21 -Stephen Mullet's 89pp story of how targeted abuse and arranged coincidences came down on him, and in addition, his conclusions as to the greater picture this fits into. For example, the police are a criminal organization (my own determination too, based on personal experience), and others. Some details on numeric and syntactical "coincidences", with the bottom line (mine); don't use so-called social media. Quoting from his conclusions:
Once again, I have done the impossible. I have proven convincingly that the U.S. government is behind nearly every mass shooting and terrorist attack on U.S. soil, and even those occurring in other nations. Considering the sheer number of shootings, terrorist attacks, and homicides I have proven in this post, and then considering all those I have not yet addressed but have confirmed to be manipulated, we can reasonably infer that the US government is orchestrating the socio-political and cultural order through the strategic manipulation of events, including major terrorist attacks, celebrity deaths, high profile legal cases, and more, in order to control the unfolding of history as we proceed towards the New World Order, and the utopian one world government."Proved" is a stretch IMHO, but worth a read. I have yet to be convinced of a "one world government" master plan by anyone, but perhaps I am being contrary on this one. And as a footnote to other complaints he has stated in the document I have a warning for hm; if you suspect your girl action is orchestrated, termed as "police snitches", then prepare yourself for similar related issues that come down, e.g. no libido, no functional ephemeral bone etc.
In this 89 page document, I have shattered the sacred beliefs of the American ideological system. Liberty is a lie. The American dream is a lie. Capitalism and the free market are lies. America is fundamentally a planned economy and social order. The powers that be have merely deceived the public into believing that the socio-political order is being governed by the invisible hand. In reality, it’s the government that controls everyone’s fortune. The government has determined everything you are, everything you have ever accomplished, and everything you will ever accomplish. This restraint upon the liberty rights of the populace appears to be accomplished through ties to the education system, workplace, interest groups, and other social outlets through the COPS program.
Speaking of orchestrated/planted girlfriends, back before the perps went berserk/overt on me in 04-2002, they planted two girlfriends over a three year span. One stayed in circulation after the apartment invasion, and who alternately stated she wanted to help me (har, har) and then would be clearly abetting the Psychopathic torturers. And she wasn't too big on empathy when the chips were down, as they were so often in those helter-skelter days of intense and unconventional abuse. That would be Ms. C of my story, (elsewhere in the blog), and when I departed her place in 2003 with some of my belongings of my own apartment, she claimed that she loved me etc. A ridiculous proclamation to say the least, especially given her spotty track record with the truth and obvious perp abettance. To this day I cannot fathom why the Psychopaths would put on that highly absurd and transparent act for so little outcome. Because when I attempted to return two weeks later and pack up the rest of my belongings and clean out my apartment, (and also visit her) the border patrol pulled their guns on me for no reason whatsoever. So her absurd statement of fond attachment was the last time I saw her, though some emails and phone communications persisted for three more years with declining content. That is my biggest WTF moment of this whole abuse-athon of its nearly 18 years (and running). And will likely be the biggest WTF moment of my existence.
Interesting that individual21's harassment started in 2002, when mine did, as I term it, they "went berserk/overt".
01-30-2020
Onto the more mundane but repeated fuckery; the assholes lost my keys to the landlord's house I am looking after. Which meant that I took their mail to my place for safe-keeping, which is probably the plan in the first place. I just don't know what it is about mail, but the perps are berserk over it, and handling someone else's mail is cause for them to ramp up the fuckery and idiocy. Last year I picked up a parcel for the landlady, and having the same street address on my ID allowed me to pick it up for her. That event brought me all kinds of gangstalking action and a "hold-up" at the pokey, (normally not busy) PO. A "hold-up" at cashiers and public counters is my term for when they plant a Fuckwit ahead of me who has a "difficult problem" that requires extensive time to resolve. Another variant is stacking the line ahead of me with a Fuckwit/gangstalker surge, for the same reason; to keep me waiting in line for this blatant obstruction to conclude. And do the Psychopaths ever love to have me in a queue so their Fuckwits can slowly tread over top of where I was standing.
The missing keys may be findable at the location where I parked my vehicle at the vineyard; I take much care in handling my keys, and ensured they were in a zippered pocket with my car keys so they don't go missing in the vineyard or other such unfindable location. But "somehow" the keys just flipped out on their own, "somehow" unnoticed. The assholes also pulled this shit with the same zippered ski pants about four weeks ago, with a different key. I figured the key was lost for good in some vineyard location (prior gig with many vineyards), but were found in the snow once it melted near my parked vehicle at the landlord's house.
And what is it about keys that so fixates the Psychopaths? Co-workers leave their keys in ridiculous places in the vineyard (on the ground FFS), then another time, unintentionally as it seemed as I "found" her keys at her locked vehicle when I was on a weed whacking job that morning. Another time, she lost her keys at her place and another co-worker drove her to retrieve them.
Which is a segue to this same (key misplacing) co-worker who I "happened" to meet at a supermarket after work yesterday. You know, the designed coincidence; I stopped at this particular grocery store after work that I had never patronized before as it had sausages that were particularly good, and lo, she was there shopping too. As it turns out, she is pruning the other vineyard. We met with a hug, another long running perp stunt, though it was an entirely appropriate greeting in the context. (I just cannot stand these orchestrated "huggie" events the Fuckwit gangstalkers put on with such frequency in my proximity). So here I was, involved in the same.
And as it "so happens" as part of the lead-up to permit my after work grocery shopping and co-worker hug (per above), I did not have the usual urgency to get to the bathroom after work. For the past two weeks, it has been such that I need to get to the crapper within a minute or less of my return to my residence, every work day. This is highly unusual timing, especially the forced bowel movements, and the assholes usually don't permit me to remove my ski pants (over my running tights as long underwear), or my large boots. One day they even pulled a double; a forced crap as I was about to head out the door, forcing me to remove my coat, though without sufficient time to remove my ski pants or boots. Then when I came home that same day, another forced crap similarly attired given the imposed urgency. The Psychopaths insane and relentless fixation in defecating and shit is limitless. And I don't think it is just me, given the profusion of street crapping in California that has been making the news for the last few months. It was to the degree that it even spawned an app for one's phone spotting the latest crap locations.
Then if the fuckery over losing the keys today wasn't enough, the assholes struck again this evening with another stunt; the "forget the wallet" jerkaround. And of course I was caught out big time as I had a basket full of groceries that I was about to pay for, and lo, no fucking wallet. I am sick fucking fed up of the insane fuckery over what is in my wallet, and the forced "forget" games over having it on my person. Just leave me the fuck alone, I have had enough. And if you really want to unpack my grocery basket for me, just come by, introduce yourself and wave a $1000 bill and I won't ask any questions, as much as would like to. You fucking insane assholes.
Speaking of that gangstalking hole, the SOF supermarket and their heads-down staff, what was the point of that ridiculous cough-stalking Fuckwit last week? A male ponytail (in grey FFS) was walking toward me in a store aisle that I frequent as my last shopping before the checkout, and here he was doing this fake cough with a consistent tone while walking along for at least 30'. It was like; I don't stop for throat clearing, because I am not really here for shopping anyhow (no basket), and besides, my throat wasn't that bad anyhow but needed to keep up the noise trace. If I was allowed to be witty, I should of told him to keep his Corona virus to himself (a joke).
I reckon that perambulating throat clearing Fuckwit was an paid operative; they cannot rely on locals to look so absurd, never mind being able to keep a throat clearing act going for so long and consistent in tone. I have known the Psychopaths to screw with my throat function many thousands of times, at the most strangest of times, and even when on the move. I doubt if they would entrust a local person to pull this off the way they wanted, and too, reveal another of their invasive stunts; we can fuck with your throat, mucus in your throat and/or your vocal cords anytime or anywhere we want.
And what was with the dog barking coverage today? For at least two hours in the morning, a distant big dog bark that kept up. Later in the afternoon, the Pyrenees belonging to a vineyard house about 80m away, and kept in a pen, kept up the barking for at least an hour. Said dog's owner was there all the time, but she just put it outside in the pen and let it bark. Sometimes they let it out and the dog comes by and we play for a short span. And with no tractor activity these days, and the owner home, why didn't they let it out? They know I like the dog and it is no problem. (Or at least, none that I will confess to, protecting the dog's reputation and not saying anything about his tendency to chew on the vines to get my attention and keep the game going).
I met my new boss lady two days ago, in keeping with the Psychopath managed game of incremental introduction. Going back a few weeks ago I asked the vacationing boss via email who was my new foreman (woman as it turned out) and he didn't reply for a week. Another winery person I asked didn't know, and took three days to return my text. I finally got a name and a number and called the next day, introducing myself on her voice mail. A few days later I got a return call and negotiated which vineyard I was to work in. She said that she would come by Tuesday, after I started Monday, which she did. So all this back and forthing, voice mail and finally meeting took at least ten days. This kind of "incremental introduction", typically of someone I will have a longer association with, is straight out the Psychopath's playbook. In fact, nearly all my introductions to others have been like this since they went berserk/overt in 04-2002, and likely many before. Another variant is to have others talk the person up with name-dropping before I meet them.
Enough for a posting I reckon, as my regular weekly schedule seems to be getting interfered with.
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