More Stooges, Losers, and Dipshits

Tonight I shopped at Sprout’s Market on Encinitas Blvd. in Encinitas, CA. I rarely go here anymore because it’s infested w/ perp employees. As soon as I walk in the front door there are 2 employees right in my path “stocking” produce. They make busy work all over the store as soon as the target comes in. I go to produce and my path is blocked by a cart that an employee swings out into the aisle right before I pass. A minute later, an abandoned cart blocks another aisle. I move to another section and the same 2 employees from the front door are now standing nearby again with more “busy work”. A third employee now enters my aisle with a large cart full of boxes. I go to pick up some juice and another employee is waiting at the end of the aisle “stocking”. Another employee passes me and starts talking to her loudly and rushed about some more work they need to do.

Right before I go to check out, a male employee makes an announcement on the microphone “Attention all employees, Code T. We are having a Code T” When I asked another employee if “T” was for target, he smiled and said it was for the trash. When I get to the checkout lane a woman is standing there blocking me from putting my items on the belt. She acts oblivious talking to the cashier. She holds an opened chocolate bar in front of her face and takes small bites. This is mimicking harassment. She is with a man and they both do the “happy chatty” act with the cashier to hold up the line. Before she leaves she asks the cashier “Oh do you carry vinegar? The white vinegar?” This is mimicking harassment as well and directed conversation. What a stupid question. After she finished her candy bar I hope she went home and blew her husband and gave herself a nice white vinegar douche.

All the stores I shop at now have the exact same digital payment machine. The exact same model in every store, same screen/ same display/ same keypad. Tonight I noticed this and commented on it to the cashier.  He agreed they are now all the same. I told him I thought that was creepy. He said “Oh well it’s not about 1984 or anything.” I replied “Actually I think it’s all about 1984”. He then stroked his left chest with his right hand which is mimicking and sexual harassment. Right after he did this he said to the cashier in the lane behind me “She’s not int he mood.” As I turned to leave a blonde employee walked right in front of the exit, this is synchronized harassment and blocking. She narrowly missed blocking me and I let my bag of groceries bump into her as she was on my right. Just because she is a cunt 🙂

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If it’s not Peace it’s violence. If it’s not Peace it’s War.

San Diego Mayor Bob Filner recently resigned due to a sudden onslaught of allegations of sexual harassment. He resigned under extreme conditions of extra judicial justice and not because any of the accusations were actually verified. He referred to these people as a lynch mob which is correct. Under the Odrama administration, social justice comes from the top down and the bottom up without a lick of proof, just a lot of fingers pointing. Fast and Furious is not just an arms scandal but the entire theme for Odrama’s presidency. At a city council meeting one week before he resigned, Mayor Filner spoke in his own defense and made a statement that sums up targeting so well. “I provided them with the ammunition, they aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.” Filner admitted to having boundary issues with women and was open to treatment, but due process seemed out of the question. In contrast, in response to a question about Filner being framed by local developers for political reasons, a commentator on NPR later said “Well, we provided the kindling, Filner threw the gasoline on it and lit the match.” I am sure this is exactly how the lynch mob sees it, which just shows how psychopathic they are.

When my stalking went overt last summer, local law enforcement had every intention of murdering me. Either by suiciding me or homicide by law enforcement. The “strategy of tension” the gang stalkers created was phenomenal. I could tell the perps were ready for a big scene that would include violence everywhere I went. Their blood thirst was palpable.

In the moments I sat at my cubicle in my office on 6/28/12 before 2 police officers arrived I remember suddenly feeling very unsafe. At this point I was about 2 weeks into the overt stalking and had already experienced days of terrorism and harassment. The mobbing was full force at work complete with flooding my office with non-employees (posing as employees) and look alikes impersonating administrators. I calmly asked to speak to my boss and sat and waited. I did not know they had called the police. But in the moments before they arrived a busied hush came over the office and I remember feeling a distinct fear for my physical safety. That is because those officers were waiting for any excuse to pull out a gun and kill me. They were waiting for me to lunge at one of my coworkers, delirious with terror and confusion. Those coworkers thought they were about to witness a murder.

In the 1-2 months leading up to the overt gang stalking I noticed both my downstairs neighbors installing black metal security gates over their front doors. They both put them up within a month of each other. I have lived here 11 years and they never had these gates before but I shrugged it off. I now realize they were girding themselves for violence. There was also a huge criminal element in the neighborhood with all the human slime that moved in to harass me. But these people were taking security measures in case I panicked and got violent, they had every expectation of this from the level of harassment and provocation they were giving me. One of them had her college aged son stay with her for a few weeks in the beginning because she was so scared.

I also remember going to the beach around this time. Yes I went surfing in the midst of this as a giant “fuck you” to these people. I would go to Swami’s which is a local beach that is known world wide for its break. Every time I approached I would notice an exodus of what looked like regular surfers, grown men. Rushing away, running up the stairs, piling their gear into their cars. Could not get away fast enough. These guys knew exactly what was going on and did not want to be a part of it. Did not want to witness or be associated with a murder by law enforcement. You see, this beach has a web cam that can be seen all over the world.

This is how they get an innocent person killed. A stable, independent person with no criminal record, no psychiatric or medical problems; a law-abiding, gainfully employed, tax paying citizen. I have never had a single legal, criminal, or personal issue with any member of law enforcement, anywhere, ever. Look around you, look at the myriad of stories you are seeing in the media now about innocent people suddenly committing acts of violence, barricading themselves in their homes until they are killed by SWAT teams. This is everywhere. These people are doing this because they are being gang stalked. I will never hurt my self or anyone else physically.

When you drive loud vehicles up and down my street and driveway, that is violence. When you are loud and curse and yell at each other in public, that is violence. When you fly choppers low over me everywhere I go, that is violence. When you sexually harass me in public, that is violence. When you are stalked by civilians and first responders, that is violence. When you stalk me en masse and sensitize me to physical stimuli that induces feelings of paranoia everywhere I go, whether it’s from a perp or not, that’s violence. When you destroy my trust in everyone and everything, that is violence. When you deny me from any possible means of legal/social/emotional support or validation of victimization, that is violence. When you mob me at work, that is violence. When law enforcement shows up at your job, tackles you and handcuffs you without witnessing anything or questioning you, that is violence. When you are taunted, mimicked, ridiculed, mobbed, bullied, that is violence. When you viciously alienate, humiliate, isolate, and degrade me that is violence. When you are forcefully separated from your friends and family, that is violence. When you steal and vandalize my property, that is violence. When you illegally enter my home, auto, and storage unit, that is violence. When you falsely imprison me, that is violence. When you commit fraud, that is violence. When you commit menticide with surreal street theater and fake mental illness diagnoses, that is violence. When you invade my physical and mental privacy that is violence. When you sexually assault me in my sleep that is violence. When you cause bodily pain with DEW that is violence. When you are intentionally made to feel fear and unpredictability all the time, that is violence.  When you conspire with others to make every effort to destroy a person’s life that is violence. And when someone besides me responds with violence to these acts, after being turned down for help everywhere they asked, in my opinion they are completely justified.

**I am beginning to wonder if my city has a long standing history of hate due to racism. If so, adding more categories of people as targets for OGS/EH was probably just a lateral move. I am noticing a current trend in targeting people who are considered “pious” and trustworthy, or in other words, “too normal”.