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I’ve been targeted by gang stalkers for years. I had no police record, not even a traffic ticket. I had a comfortable life, a good (a bit rocky now and then) marriage, and was quite focused on my career hopes and dreams. I’m even ran a segment of the Clinton Gore ’96 Campaign (unofficial, on behalf of the Democratic Party and local candidates) and was quite appreciated and lauded by the party for my contributions. I loved it and had great faith in our country feeling lucky and quite privileged to be an American. Now I don’t even vote and consider the U.S. a sick, perverse nation. I think my being targeted was the result of my political activism and especially my protesting against the invasion of Iraq.
I knew nothing of gang stalking for years already having been a TI. It ruined my career, marriage and social life. I worried sick, and I do mean sick, for loved ones hoping they were safe from also being targeted by these legalized, deadly criminals. Friends and relations thought I had lost my mind and wanted nothing to do with me; which was for the better actually.
They used the local mafia, initially, to menace me and I thought that the mob was trying to forcibly recruit me. These criminals were involved in prostitution and pornography. And, get this, they managed 1,600 university housing properties in the town where I lived! I did everything in my power to provide information to the the police and FBI about this wanting so very much to protect those college kids. For, how could I turn my back on them no matter what the cost to me? Consider that they had full access to the living quarters of 3,000 to 5,000 thousand kids! Of course, all my efforts were mostly in vain. I’ve been told that I should just consider myself lucky to be alive. F%*$ the good ole USA!
I recently met a man (a rodent is more like it) who knew quite a bit about me and added that I was targeted as a recruit for covert operations – gang stalking most likely. Now there’s a career to be proud of. I would have rather been a prostitute. At least a prostitute probably contributes a bit of good every once in while. There’s more, much more, but you get the idea.
At its worst twice I’ve purchased a gun with the intention of shooting myself. The stalking had gotten to the point where I was convinced they would kill me, and who knows how horribly. I’ve never owned, or even shot a gun before – a peacenik through and through basically. The second time I had discovered that my will was removed from my home, therefore the government would have ceased all my assets. Maybe that’s how they fund these sick prolonged and involved tactics endeavoring to destroy their fellow human beings.
My life is not horrible, by the way. From my home I still engage in activism activities (informing about the perils associated with 5G). I have no friends nor family and no man in my life. But it’s still very much a meaningful life. I think my resisting being converted by these thugs is quite meaningful in itself.
I’ve been targeted by gang stalkers for years. I had no police record, not even a traffic ticket. I had a comfortable life, a good (a bit rocky now and then) marriage, and was quite focused on my career hopes and dreams. I’m even ran a segment of the Clinton Gore ’96 Campaign (unofficial, on behalf of the Democratic Party and local candidates) and was quite appreciated and lauded by the party for my contributions. I loved it and had great faith in our country feeling lucky and quite privileged to be an American. Now I don’t even vote and consider the U.S. a sick, perverse nation. I think my being targeted was the result of my political activism and especially my protesting against the invasion of Iraq.
I knew nothing of gang stalking for years already having been a TI. It ruined my career, marriage and social life. I worried sick, and I do mean sick, for loved ones hoping they were safe from also being targeted by these legalized, deadly criminals. Friends and relations thought I had lost my mind and wanted nothing to do with me; which was for the better actually.
They used the local mafia, initially, to menace me and I thought that the mob was trying to forcibly recruit me. These criminals were involved in prostitution and pornography. And, get this, they managed 1,600 university housing properties in the town where I lived! I did everything in my power to provide information to the the police and FBI about this wanting so very much to protect those college kids. For, how could I turn my back on them no matter what the cost to me? Consider that they had full access to the living quarters of 3,000 to 5,000 thousand kids! Of course, all my efforts were mostly in vain. I’ve been told that I should just consider myself lucky to be alive. F%*$ the good ole USA!
I recently met a man (a rodent is more like it) who knew quite a bit about me and added that I was targeted as a recruit for covert operations – gang stalking most likely. Now there’s a career to be proud of. I would have rather been a prostitute. At least a prostitute probably contributes a bit of good every once in while. There’s more, much more, but you get the idea.
At its worst twice I’ve purchased a gun with the intention of shooting myself. The stalking had gotten to the point where I was convinced they would kill me, and who knows how horribly. I’ve never owned, or even shot a gun before – a peacenik through and through basically. The second time I had discovered that my will was removed from my home, therefore the government would have ceased all my assets. Maybe that’s how they fund these sick prolonged and involved tactics endeavoring to destroy their fellow human beings.
My life is not horrible, by the way. From my home I still engage in activism activities (informing about the perils associated with 5G). I have no friends nor family and no man in my life. But it’s still very much a meaningful life. I think my resisting being converted by these thugs is quite meaningful in itself.