Terrorism and Surveillance ((Part 7))

Thank you to those keeping up with this series. I know there aren’t many of you, but I DO see the ones who ARE there, and I really appreciate you for it. This stuff is exhausting for me, so it probably is for the readers too.

*throws a hug directly at you*

So, I met a woman the other day. I don’t, or can’t, see her as an intercept, which is surprising, considering how much everyone else looks that way. She and I discussed our situations, parts of which bear an uncanny resemblance. In her case, she had a divorce, some years back, with a man who works for the FBI. How weird. And specific. When she told me this, I immediately questioned her in my mind. Outside of my mind, however, I had no questions. She went on about how she, too, had been targeted at some point, sought out along a busy beach. I wondered, honestly, how I’d fare on a beach these days. You know, in the absence of being able to leave my car anywhere for too long, lest the thugs take into it. Either way, a woman.

Let’s call this woman Jamaica.

And, no, her real name is not Jamaica. Although that WOULD be cool.

When the conversation came to my plight, she was as helpful as she’s smart. It was nice. She talked through some of the possibilities and sought to make sense of my issues, in the form of ACTUAL HELP. This led me to realize that there could, in fact, be several explanations.

I know you want to hear more about this woman, like I do. But, let’s take a moment-break to consider what else could be happening to me.

Beginning with what I took to be the case as I left Colorado.

The Psycho Landlord And His Friends

The first, and easiest, angle to assume, is that my rejection, and therefore aloofness, to Allan has led him to do all of this. I know for a fact that he damaged a lot of my stuff in Colorado. Outside, and in spite of the ineptitudes of our mostly-functioning police system, in America, I KNOW. I know that I have been the victim of Vandalism, Invasion of Privacy, Harassment, and a whole host of other shitty things one can do to another person. This guy sucks. And probably has since he was born. I bet even his parents hated him.

Wait. It has just occurred to me that I’m blogging. How this has taken so many posts for me to realize, I don’t know. Either way, moving on.

So, it’s quite possible that the landlord, if only due to being rejected (probably by virtually anyone who’s met him, and certainly anyone who’s had the misfortune of living with him), could be the reason I am being followed and/or damaged. If this is the case, then his ability to cope with the real world is as broken as a bucket of fallen glass. His mind is as gone, and useless, as could ever be. Still, how does a vengeful idiot lead others to go after a target/person they’ve never met?

Perhaps I’ll just leave this question hanging for now.

Specifically.

And; Generally.

Now, there ARE reasons I don’t personally believe this to be the case. For starters, I’ve definitely noticed what I believe to be altered surveillance footage, which isn’t really within reach of most morons. Perhaps he knows someone who isn’t so useless, but I can’t remedy this against its alternatives.

Group-Based Profiling

Thankfully, Jamaica is a thinker. And a beauty. But definitely a thinker.

She came up with the idea that my issues could merely be a mass campaign against homeless people, and thus having nothing specifically to do with me. Why, then, would the damages resemble what Allan had done to my things? This, I cannot resolve. That is, unless criminals have finally figured out, universally, how to keep their vandalisms “highly-deniable” as a universal rule, I don’t see this being very logical. The nature of what they’re doing to me is anything but universal. It’s petty-specific. And. I totally get the sense that some indeterminate-mighty quantity of meat-heads is involved, but I can’t make sense of how they know to make it all look so similar. Perhaps they’ve had someone read the COINTELPRO stuff to them, and so have some vague sense of how to torture others, without getting caught. Also, I guess Nazis CAN, and sometimes DO, read. As such, let us isolate. For the crowds:

Some Nazis Can Read; Sometimes

OTHER THAN THIS, SOME OPTIONS INCLUDE: out-of-towners/xenophobia, leftists, and those who happen to be “trans.”

Before making any statements about this last one, bold or otherwise, note: They have often-always-usually been antagonized for being too much like a woman. I am not saying that I go out of my way to seem or be like a woman, but something in my genes and thought processes says: Man, this man is not, entirely a man.

Maybe try: MORE!

Still, there ARE groups that receive A LOT of shit from others. If I had to guess, it’s likely the xenophobia angle. Why, you ask? Because Jamaica too dealt with odd damages before we started hanging out, in the same general vicinity. Someone saw it fit, in spite of their not being able to tell that she IS a leftist and IS actually from an adjacent state (in spite of her FLORIDA PLATES), to pull the weather-stripping from her car’s rear door. Maybe the people of North Carolina don’t like Floridians. Maybe it’s something else.

This, I found to be exceptionally odd. She is totally a woman. Like A SUPER HOT BIOLOGICAL WOMAN. Unquestionably. So it’s probably not the trans thing. Or, it’s THAT and other things. Because, hate is usually unbounded. Beyond its limitless bound, we find but more hate. And, like a spigot, it gets turned on, by the rich, to divide and conquer. It’s definitely-certainly working. People are definitely-certainly nasty these days. It’s a bit like how “trailer trash” used to act. I should know. I grew up in a lowest-income trailer park. The world has become a trailer park.

Maybe save for a few countries that will someday rule the world.

Small, and quiet, their powers in simply not becoming stupid.

As always, I’m on a tangent, heavy and rambling, at full speed. Please, allow me to move on. As yet, we have that my plight could be a) a “gang stalking” campaign by a psycho and some friends (moderate level of sophistication) or b) a general campaign of hatred by anyone willing to diminish their own soul for the cost of feeling SOMETHING (low-to-moderate level of sophistication). Of course, I still place my bets on me being a Targeted Individual. Too much of this seems too coordinated. My bully seems too big.

For some reason, when we’re attacked, we can FEEL the size of our bully.

And my bully feels like a big, fat state run amok. It feels like everyone, which means it’s something capable of making me feel like the world is against me. Jamaica and I talked about what I could have done to become a target. And, as I talked, she made a point to say “that’s it. That’s what did it.”

I saw nothing wrong in keeping white-boards full of interplanetary equations and other-worldly ideas out in the open. I kept notebooks. Things most people have never even considered, or thought about. I once mentioned, online, how to poison “AI” models. Of course, I never built anything therein, never implemented anything. But, she has assured me, it doesn’t take much to become a target. And she should know. Her ex-husband-Ex works for the FBI. Generally speaking, her overt perspectives on that “organization” aren’t too positive. I mean they do some good things. But, they also ruin innocent lives out of insecurity and fear.

And it sucks.

I can tell you it sucks; she can tell you it sucks.

Let me speak of this suck now.

Look, Ma, An Actual Target

I have spoken at length, within this series, about becoming an Actual Target, so I won’t really dwell on what it means to be a Targeted Individual. If you look into “targeted justice,” “targeted individuals,” and/or “gang stalking,” you’ll know all about it. You’ll note first that these concepts usually come with a CRAZY label. Then, if you spend enough time looking, you’ll probably stumble upon what I have found. You may even become convinced of it all.

And, failing to dwell on definitions, let me take a more subjective approach.

Let us play: catch up.

Since PART 6 of this series, I have continued to note oddities and damages. This stuff comes and goes, but remains nonetheless. New chips and scratches to my car, even when I haven’t been driving. I note cars slowing down or outright stopping at my campsites, often. I still very much get the sense that I am being followed. And, in noticing certain heavy marks along my driver’s side door, I get the feeling that my car is being broken into.

Who could, or would, do all of this?

To me.

I am as docile as it goes, as pacifistic as a dude can be.

Is it my ideas, my intelligence, or the results of my mouth?

Regardless, it happens. They are targeting me. I don’t know exactly who they is, but I do know this to be the case. If I knew how to make it stop, I might be inclined to do those things. Maybe. But, they aren’t leaving notes. They’re like bad drivers who smash into someone else’s vehicle and don’t leave a note. I’ve seen people like this in real time and cannot muster ANY grace for them. It’s just wrong. Pure selfishness.

Now, lest I get bored, let me talk again about this woman. She is that cool. I played music as she listened. We hiked. We talked about everything under the sun. For those few days, she was sort of like my Julia. Isn’t that her name? The woman from 1984. Regardless, now you know what I mean. She represents Freedom of Speech, at least when it’s just the two of us. It felt good to place no bounds on the discussion, to chase this thing, that thing, with no sign-posts, or barriers, in sight.

I forgot, for a moment, what it was like to be targeted, to be a target.

As always, the second I start questioning anything, it turns out to be a waste of time. Here, I have spent more than 3 pages writing about how I don’t know who’s being evil to me.

STOP.

I know it to be Option C.

After last night, and writing most of this piece, I realized that, no matter what is going on, it is pure evil. These bastards got into my car again, presumably when I went into the local Walmart, and get this… They tarnished my computer’s box, to make it look much older and more used than it actually is. How fucking sinister is Satan?

*CHECKS BIBLE*

Either way, and in spite of the bible that these people don’t or can’t read, tarnishing such a box is such a petty thing that I can’t not label it pathetic. These people are SO PATHETIC, barely even people. When empathy is dead, we will all take to stabbing each other all the time.

And, no, I haven’t stabbed anybody. That’s not what this is about.

But I forgive you. I too would like to know why I am targeted, truly.

But what IS truth?

It’s what life really is. And, right now, it sucks.

If you’re not in my shoes, then I’m glad for you. If you ARE in my shoes, then do your best to keep your socks clean.

Sometimes, it’s all you can do.

PS — In case you missed it, the point here is to question whose hand is smashing my life away. If you are the one doing this to me, then please give me a call. I would love to have a discussion with you. And, no, I do not hate America. To the contrary, I’m doing my best to separate the Deep State from the Actual State.