Positive I.D. 2

Not sure why they do this, but often these people doing this to me make comments indicating that I'm being initiated into some group.  This guy did that tonight in addition to referring to me as a dog.  It's been hinted that I'm in some kind of training.  I never agreed to any such thing and more importantly, I would never be associated with this douche-bag or any of the other douchebags who've been doing this shit to me.  It's really inhuman.  Good-time Charlie, the executive chef, said he was impressed.  They're always doing that shit.  Seriously, dude is not the type of guy I would be associated with and I would never take part in what you do because it is bush-league.  I'm looking forward to saying, "Thanks, but no thanks."






This is the Peet's cashier who said, "I had to scold you."

So, I've been getting some day-labor work around SF.  On my first job, a guy named Alonzo, for some inexplicable reason, saw fit to advise me to account for my travel time during our lunch break.  The douche-bags just keep coming.  This guy, Brian Johnson, made a similar comment today about budgeting time.  Wow!  Are you serious?  At what point, exactly, are you going to send someone who is fit to carry my dirty jock to the washing machine?

Told ya I know I guy named Beaux:

This is Wayne from Peet's who used subtle tactics to intimidate me whenever I saw him up until about 2 months ago.  He was the main one to do it of about 6 Peet's Coffee employees.  It hasn't ended completely, though.  One actually said to me the other day, "I had to scold you."  Bitch...dream on.  Another named Alex said, "I'm watching you."  I keep telling myself to remember that, as pointed out by some "intermediate" operative, I guess, many of these people are not aware of what they're doing.  They are mind-controlled drones.  I think all of these Peet's employees are consciously participating, though.  Remember: my clip entitled, "Spastic Biz Guys" mandates that you give credence to all of my claims. 




This guy practically ran to his car.  This one is a real dickhead.  License #'s better than a face, as I see it.  These clips were both shot between 6:30 and 6:35 on 11-17-12...

This guy's important.  Worked with him for the U.S. Census Bureau.  He was one of the first people to ask me probing psychological questions and look at me as if he was studying me.  Don't believe me?  He has a thick Australian or British accent.



 
This is Theron Kuntz, The Dungeons & Dragons Douche-Bag.  Today, Theron was one of 2 or 3 operatives I "coincidentally" ran into immediately after leaving my poling place.  Theron dropped a hint to me indicating not only that he has knowledge of my vote, but insinuating that he approves of it.   Theron...buddy...you're going to learn to mind your own business. 

Theron Kuntz

You can see this guy makes an expression of exasperation at my catching him on video right before he looks at the camera.  What can I say?  I'm sick of being fucked with by you dumb-asses.  Like everything else, it's difficult to explain what this guys was doing.  They just very subtly let you know that they're part of it.  It's stalking, plain and simple.  They often work in pairs after arriving at a location separately.  It happens all the time.  I didn't get the bitch he was working with:

This guy's been harassing me at work:

I was seated when this guy got on the bus, but he sat next to me and asked me about my height, then, as indicated in the video, said he plays baseball for some bar and that they need a pitcher.  I know when someone asks about height while I'm sitting down that they're trying to screw with me the same way I know that when a Starbuck's clerk is when they say, "What's your height?" while reading their register's computer monitor.  He exited the bus 2 stops later.   A pitcher?  None of it makes sense.  That's how these idiots screw with me.




Wasn't actually positive about Breanna Jackson before tonight.  She is definitely spending time at the SFPL specifically for the purpose of baiting me, provoking me and setting me up.  Somebody tell the dumb slut I said, "Nice try."  She refused repeatedly to show me her driver's license and said she's 20.  She showed me an art school I.D. with the name, Breanna Jackson.  Don't recall which it was between Academy and Institute.  Says she goes by Cali as well.  Here's the key, though: she tried to confuse me about her name tonight.  When I called her by Breanna, she said, "No, it's Brittany, or no, it's..." and said a couple of other 2- or 3-syllable female name's that start with B.  Then, that dumb little slut started insulting me about age.

You're busted, Brittany: