Gangstalking Chronicle

Monday, February 14, 2011

"How'd Ya Blow THAT One?"

For the record...

If the Florida Flunkie hadn't tauntd me--taunted me, with cryptic hints along the way, I never, ever would have figured it all out.

"Enjoy...I am."

Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

How in the hell did I forget about Cup-A-Joe on Sutter? Yeah, there's a guy there who thinks he's real cool, tried to interrogate me once and made some kind of comment like, "You still have a chance." Newflash to Mr. Coffee Pourer at Cup-A-Joe: Unless you can get me a writing/reporting job with a major news outlet, I can't think of a "chance" that I'd want that you are qualified to provide, so spare me your smug bullshit. Oh, and there's also the Carrie look-alike there who hit me with one of those mind-conrolling quick-fire questions today immediately upon my finishing a sentence. And, of course, there was the eyelash-fluttering brunette I pegged the second I saw here who only worked there briefly but hit me with a mini-interrogation the second time we talked. Yes, it's all gotten quite old.

Yeah...gotta love the rapid-fire questions. I'm on to that one just like I'm on to the right brain/left brain and double-bind bullshit. I figured it out while talking to good ol' Brook "Cooley" (The names are cute--in a trite kind of way.) at the Bloggers' Meetup.  Use rapid-fire confusing questions to, in effect, dig a hole into the subconscience and then go for the programming sentences with oddly sequenced phrases. Dennis from Buffalo did a nice job on that one with his rapid-fire quiz about the relative locations of Youngstown and Cleveland. And, of course, he showed up at 24-hour Fitness today where I've also recently started seeing ol' Alex who worked at Peet's for a minute and tries to act like a hard ass. What a joke. He started going to the gym during the day instead of evenings for no particular reason right around the time ol' Peeping-Tom Don who likes creeping up behind people in the shower and talking about grilled chicken salad, stopped going. I know, Don--for a guy my age, my ass is still in decent shape, but despite some crazy things that get said, I don't swing that way. Sorry about that, bud. And, of course, ol' Chris showed up at the gym with his little smirk today, too.

Like it says in Hassan's book, there's nothing magical or mystical about this childish mind control game. It's all quite simple, actually:  Isolate the person with defamation, destroy their self-esteem and sense of self with a steady stream of verbal abuse while establishing the ol' "direct line to the subconscience," right, Pete "Heldman?" (Yet another Michigan fan. The truth is, Ohio State spanks the Wolverines so handily and regularly, I don't mind seeing their fans at all. I know why you do it, though.)  If that happens to fall apart later, just try and re-dig the hole with rapid-fire confusing questions like Brook Cooley that night.

Oh, and what about Heide from way down in Alabam on her 2-week little personal vay-cay to SF? I do not now nor will I ever accept the ridiculous, self-serving (for you) argument that if someone values privacy they must have something to hide. Oh, what a load of stupid fucking horse-shit that is. Oh, but she says there are people with no privacy who are rich. Eric likes running his mouth about rich people who live in Mexico. Oh, what else? Everyone's always suggesting all these fantastice things that never come true.  Yep--I bought it for a while. You made a joke out of me for a good long stretch. Congratulations on a job well done. Just understand that I am of the mind that anyone who gets satisfaction out of doing it is mentally sick. A person just must have better, more constructive things to do. I repeat: it doesn't take a man to be part of such a large group fucking with one guy's head and trying to blackmail them. And if the issue is behavior modification or worse yet, "thought reform,", please understand that no one tells me what or how to think. The bottom line is I figured it all out and I'm not sure how I forgot this:

He who promises much, promises nothing.

I never, ever asked for or agreed to any of this shit while knowledgable of the mind control aspect as fully as I am now. You successfully tricked me into thinking I wanted it. I figured it all out and I'm done with the game. I am not pursuing or interested in what has been suggested. Of course, when I figured out what ol' Steven "Heitman" was talking about, I was just excited because it was only recently then that the overt stalking had ended. You know--the ol' emotional pendulum. Yeah, I got that one, too. I was caught up in the moment and the realization of what he meant without understanding the mind-controlled "slave" aspect of it. I'm not cut out for it and I've never been interested. I know you've been using me for years without my knowledge. Also, since I suspect the group would accept, and possibly has accepted my brother, I definitely want no part of it. I realized recently that a big goal of mine is to be as unlike him as possible and I recall him making comments and doing things--i.e. jumping up to run out the door only saying, "I gotta go."-- indicating that he's in the organization. He's perfect for it. He's a born liar and he needs it for validation to make him feel, um... "big" and, dare I say it...intelligent? I, however, do not.

No thanks.

Double-bind this.

(It's amazing what an advantage there is to be gained from being open to suicide. (Is my figuring that out part of you "helping me grow?") I get the feeling this has something to do with the constant promotion of the precious convention of surviving simply for survival's sake. It's why you see homeless people walk around looking proud, thinking, "I'm a survivor!" It's the biggest mind-fuck of them all--next to marriage, maybe. ;-))

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Monday, January 24, 2011

Mind Control

The evolution of this situation is positively intriguing. It seems that the only place I go regularly where these cult, etc, operatives still covertly harass me is Peet's on Turk Street. Let's see...there's the black psychotic radical feminist who carries a book about goddesses and inisists that she and I know each other when, in fact, I don't even know her name and have never spoken to her. I see her in the morning with her husband whom she's apparently beaten down to nothing more than a shadow of his former self.

Mornings there I also see a very, very white creepy lookin' dude who arrives on a bicycle right around the time I do. He's given me that creepy "I'm part of it, but I'm not talking." look as well.

Nights, I see a guy there who kind of has similar features to me but isn't nearly as tall. He's made comments for me to overhear such as, "You can't win." and "Just waiting it out." You've got a lonnnnng wait, kiddo. I'll have to tell Victor what this guy's all about.

Anyway...I've finally put it all together. My brother, a Scientologist, and my brother-in-law, a white supremicist cop used abusive mind control tactics on me without my knowledge over the course of several years in addition to using the web to frame me for some serious things, all motivated by envy and core fundamental politics. Blah, blah, blah, you've heard it a dozen times. Most of it's over anyway.

I'd seen this mind control web-page months ago, but hadn't read it until recently. Sure enough, it mentions Scientology and the KKK. Also, the intro to Steve Hassan's book, Combatting Mind Control, confirmed my suspicions that cults use mind control and defamation programs to isolate and blackmail "talented" people into joining them. I had suspected that various nut-bag groups were doing this to me. It turns out that some high-level federal law enforcement-type groups are in on it, too, but again, they all like to remain anonymous. So, where the situation is at now, basically, is that there are various cults and high-level groups playing a game with me, keeping me desparate to see who can successfully blackmail me. They're all capitalizing on the mind control and abuse that had already been started. Well...if you actually think I might give into this coersion for any reason, please, think again. I came to the conclusion long ago that the sanctity of my mind is #1 no matter what, and it was only recently that I figured out the multiple aspects of the mind control, multiple induced obsessions being the main one. Then I read the above mind control link. I'm also reading Terror, Cults, and Mind Control, which again, has confirmed some things I'd already figured out. It's great when it works that way.

You fooled me for quite a long time. I hope you enjoyed it. If there's a group or person who thinks I'm so "talented" and wants my help, you will address me in a direct, open, professional manner. I'm not interested in being part of one of the many crazy covert groups sabotaging each other. It's all quite childish. I do not deal with covert attempts at coersion and blackmail. It's just that simple. Along the way, it has been suggested that I'm being "tested" for something or that the whole thing is a "game" kind of like the Michael Douglas movie. (I didn't realize until now that Sean Penn is in it. I'll have to check it out.) Well...fuck you and your test or game. I'm done with either.

Oh, yeah...there's also a girl calling herself Barbara working the desk at EDD. How long will it take before you figure out tha I'm never, ever going to acquiesce to this treatment? I'm never going to fall for any absurd suggestions that everything that has happened to me is somehow justified or is helpful to me. I will not fall for any suggestions downplaying the sheer egregiousness of the life and privacy violations and abuse I've been subjected to. I will not be swayed from the knowledge that I never asked for or deserved any of it. I know that a major part of the mind control is piling lie upon lie and backing each of those up with another lie. I know that alternating threats and fantastic promises that never get fulfilled are a big part of it, too. I know I was made the subject of a multi-faceted psychological study. I know that it went on for years before I realized it. I know that you tried real hard to destroy my mind and drive me insane. I know the Florida flunkie and the RAT are the source.

I have disabled and/or neutralized all aspects of the mind control, particularly the multiple induced obssessions. I understand that there is no shame in one person succumbing to such and evil thing as long as I did at the hands of so many. It does not take a man to take an active part in inflicting this kind of treatment upon someone. In fact, I think you have to be pretty pathetic to do it.

A 60 Minutes Producer is following my Linkedin Profile. Maybe it means nothing; maybe it means something. Take your chances.

Ahhhh, one more thing...my psychotic radical feminist biological mother, Kathleen Kashay of Bazetta, Ohio, is behind all of this, in part, too. I know why you gave me up, you miserable, angry pscyho, you. I'm glad you can't live with yourself. You deserve it. I went out of my way to spend time with you when I knew you were nothing but a complete nut-bag.

An Pham anpham1111@gmail.com; Anna Stepnova , Barbara Anne Wolf , (415) 812-4926; Brian Montague , Charles Crites , EHSOH , Elizabeth Nicolosi , Kristy Guertin , Meagan Franz , Miyako Abe , Nora Salah , Teresa Keller teresa@rtwwithus.org; Natasha Warder;

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Friday, November 5, 2010

Psych-rad-fem Update

Hmmm...these psychotic radical feminists just don't know when to stop. Here's the latest:

This one through Linkedin:

Meria Cairns


Meria Cairns from the Twin Cities.							Awwwwe--a small-town girl.

Kate Perez
This one came through a cite called Blog Synergy, which I suspect is a scam. Kate Perez is not only a psychologist, but she's also a computer-type chick. She's awful, awful smart. Reminds of when I was workin' with Ivy Leaguers with the same GPA but much, much great accomplishments.


Kate Perez, hailing from the great state of Texas!

This is so great! The time I've wasted on these latest events adds up to a grand total of about one hour. Well worth it.

You radical feminists are collectively nothing more than a gross, fat, ugly boil on the ass of the world that badly needs lanced. Authorities are watching me and this blog. Have you stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, I'm baiting you?

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Good lord...(eyes rolling)

So, it turns out I'm still being followed around by psychotic radical feminists. Time to start naming names again.

To be clear, I have nothing, nothing against women in general. I've known some awesome women. Women who were smart and successful, but didn't feel the need to walk around angry all the time, blaming all of mankind because they got jilted once or twice, most likely by their own fault. Maybe that's why they can get a decent guy, or any guy. Some women get jilted and some don't. You do the math. I don't even have anything against feminists, really.

But these radical feminists. I lump them in with radical Muslim terrorists. They're one and the same to me. Both are simply nothing more than hidden viruses suffering from delusions of having some sort of entitlement to circumvent the justice system through covert harassment and persecution. The difference is that feminists have taken personal slights and made it a group campaign because they can't compete with other women, while Muslim terrorists are just so caught up in religion that they can't see reality. Like terrorists, these psychotic feminists are so keyed up with anger and jealousy that they're just waiting for any opportunity to have a new scapegoat to blame and persecute regardless of a complete lack of evidence. To be frank, it's all quite childish.

My suggestion? Do this more often: throw on Jagged Little Pill, take a valium, eat a few shrooms, smoke a nice big fatty and chow down on a pint of Chunky Monkey. I mean, that's what I do, except replace Jagged Little Pill with Kind of Blue and replace "chow down on a pint of Chunky Monkey" with "take a very satisfying dump".

Okay...back to work. Taking hostages worked like a charm once. I have no reason to think it won't work again. I'm a nice guy, but I've had quite enough. I've been treated very, very unjustly.

Amendment: I'm not a big fan of valium or any pills, really, and sadly, it's been quite a while since I've eaten a mushroom.

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw

Friday, March 26, 2010

Ok...

Ok... naturally, it wasn't until after I finished last night's post and tossed and turn for an hour or two that I put a couple things together with Vint's comment about his 6-foot cousin or sister or whatever. I might be starting to get a grip on this thing. I just want to say that I wasn't looking for a miracle favor. I just needed to talk to people I could trust. The treatment makes that difficult. So... I offer my sincerest apologies to Vint and I'm going to do some minor editing when I'm done with this post. I'm still not sure why Lauren did what she did, though. Either way, I've done what I needed to and I guess I'm going with the flow a bit now.

Here's the thing--and I think most of those involved would be aware of this: a big part of what I've been through is designed to make you paranoid and destroy your ability to trust anyone. How was I supposed to know Vint is doing whatever good-guy job (other than trying to hook me up with his Amazonian cousin) it is that Berkley actors get hired for in these situations? The complexity of the deception I've been subject to is meant to destroy your mind. It's perfectly natural to be both defensive and angry, which is what bothers me about Lauren's act yesterday. It's not really any of the individual acts that bother me that much--it's the conspiracy. I don't mind being asked about my height. But it's obvious to me when it's coming from someone who's been a part of my harassment. I've heard that anger turned inward causes depression. ("Anger turned sideways is Hawkeye.") I did that favor for my family for many years. To provoke someone to anger and then penalize them for expressing it sounds to me like a sure way to induce depression and you, Lauren, and no one else is worth me being depressed over. It's not rocket-surgery once you understand the basics. I had no idea, before.

Speaking of my family... I've taken many opportunities in this blog to whine like a baby about how bad my family is. As if I come from the only dysfunctional family on Earth or something, right? How absurd. That's not it. I know there are worse cases of mutual dysfunction and this is the last time I intend to cover this. To be clear: it was a pre-meditated, conscious group effort (Right, Paul K.? It's a group effort, right? You blew it, dummie.) with the goal of my personal destruction through means of psychological abuse and wide-spread defamation. There was a time when I took part in the mutual insult contest. For whatever reason, I reached a point where I saw and understood the destructive nature of it and made the conscious decision that I would not participate. Carrie asked me, "Why don't you fight back." I said, "Because I don't want to lower myself to that level." I was (and still am) quite secure with my accomplishments. I figured they were doing it just to make themselves feel better and that somehow it was my duty to take it. I didn't realize either the pervasive negative effect it was having on me or the magnitude of their intentions. I didn't know that when you're magnanimous in the face of torment, it only angers the tormentors even more. I also read something about how opinionated selfish people will also act negatively toward people who sacrifice. My god, I sacrificed my ego for them throughout most of my adult life. I'm proud, though, that I stayed above it for the duration of our relationship.

The whole thing wouldn't work if it wasn't secret and none of them will ever admit it. Here's the cool thing: I do have a witness. Look her up. I remember the moment she realized it as her father explained it. After trying to explain it to me, he said, referring to me, "No, he's just going to think we're trying to come between him and them. It's the worse kind of abuse because it's invisible." Carrie understood and gasped loudly. I had no clue. They exploited my loyalty. That's the deviousness of it. I'll say it again: my ex-immediate family is pure scum and nothing more. My brother-in-law said to my brother once on Christmas eve (I'm not sure whether or not it was the year they all sat there intentionally eating with their mouths open just to irritate me. Not just one or two of them. All of them--simultaneously and exaggeratedly . They knew it was something I wasn't a fan of--because "I think I'm better than them", of course. Good and proper human beings eat with their mouths open. I missed that at some point. It recently dawned on me that my family wasn't that way before you, RAT. They all caved except me. Chomp on that for a while.), "One of these days he's going to figure it out and kill you." (My memory is just downright amazing, isn't it RAT121?)

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Moving Forward

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that somehow a certain point hasn't gotten through.

I've suspected that there have been 2 sides involved in this for quite a while. It's flattering. Really... it is. But I don't like being coerced. I have some odd vague memories. I get the feeling a lot of people have had a lot of laughs at my expense. Obviously, there have been some major changes within the past week. I still hear people trying to influence me indirectly though. I do not--I repeat--I do not conform or negotiate while being coerced, whether overtly or covertly, with nudges and hints and suggested readings.

I may be interested in taking part in Toastmasters more actively--if I want to, that is. A guy walked up to me on the street and asked me whether or not I smoked. Not if I could give him a cigarette, but simply whether or not I smoke. (The answer is "Occasionally.") Yuen (sounds like U.N.) at E.U. is highly interested in what I think of the e-mails I get from Organizing for America. That day I got a burst of respect and positive feedback. Tom beamed at me for 2 days straight. I don't recall seeing him smile at all before that. Sylvia's got a reading list for me and wants to know if I have any injuries. Yep... I've got some injuries--my privacy and therefore my life has been violated to an absurd extent. I don't like being the subject of some kind of crazy game in which I'm surrounded by all sorts of people who are in on it and for some reason can't talk to me about it.

I am interested. Okay, U.N. and Lydia?--I am interested. But I will not cooperate as long as I'm living with zero normal human comforts because of the injustice I've been subjected to. In case you haven't figured it out, they are trying to set me up at the Census Bureau. And whether or not the whole Census Bureau thing is just another part of the joke or not, there is never going to be a point where I'm going to lean my head back and join everyone in laughing at me because I've been humiliated to such a great extent. That day is not going to come.

The irony considering the injustice I've been subjected to is that it's a young star democrat that I might have to bring down to end this thing once and for all. The bad guys would just love that, but they really don't want it because it's local to the source of my trouble and would make it quite easy to expose the whole thing. The press would jump on it like Piranha. (You were so proud of yourself when you gave your business card, weren't ya, Al?) I certainly don't want it myself, but I'm tired and one way or another this needs to be expedited. What do I have to do, call Tim Kaine?

So here's the deal: Until everything is resolved, I will continue to assume this is nothing more than an elaborate game of political persecution being played at my expense, and will therefore of course move forward toward the 2 major goals: making the 6:00 news and turning it into a book and movie. Dragging Timmy in will make that easy. My guy In New York is listening...closely. I got a burst of positive feedback the other day, but I'm concerned about what's happening at the Census Bureau. I'm sick of it and I'll take down whoever I have to if it doesn't end asap. The good guys need to come clean.

(I've intentionally allowed this blog to be rather abrasive in tone as I've been treating it like a diary. If I wasn't venting here, all the people trying to irritate me may have gotten away with it.)

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Census-takin' S.F. Actors / Harassment Log

The Census Bureau pays rather well considering the job. I've heard it varies from location to location, but in San Francisco it pays upwards of $20 an hour just to walk around and count people. Managers' and trainers' wage is closer to $30 an hour, so it's not that far-fetched that actors and actresses would do this as a side/temp job. It's perfect, really. Laurie Burke (seen here--Isn't she just darling?), the person who conducted the first two days of my Census Bureau training has a rather impressive resume. I love her title on her Linkedin Page--Independent Entertainment Professional. After digging up Vint and Lauren Nham--mislead champion against falsely accused men, and now finding that Laurie and Vint are both actors, I'm a bit intrigued. It's probably nothing, but what really makes it intriguing is the reason I decided to look up Laurie Burke--who did some acting in Ohio--at all.

Remember ol' Rotary-Scrubber-Rich from the Salvation Army locker room? He mentioned something to me about "white hate?" Ms. Burke and he not only resemble each other so strikingly closely that I noticed it, but if I they are indeed siblings, I wouldn't be surprised at all to learn that they're twins. The age appears to match up, though (Sorry, Laurie.), if I had to take a stab at it, I would guess Rich to be the younger of the two. It's not only the facial features, but skin-tone and hair color as well. It's all on the money. It is completely possible that this is a coincidence, but if so, it's a hell of a coincidence. The resemblance is uncanny. Laurie fits the radical feminist mold pretty well, too.

I'll find out.

The story just gets better.

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Lauren and Vint / Harassment Log

What would a movie be without this guy?...

I mean... I already have really strong comic relief in the form of the guy at the plant whose main assignment was to convince me that global warming is a hoax. (During my last there week he was practically in tears, pleading with me, complimenting my itelligence, etc. I almost felt bad for him.) Of course, he's Caucasian and this guy is Philippino, so it will be a nice contrast. (I'm dedicated to equal opportunity comic relief.) Plus, they're really spread apart from each other in a temporal sense. You get that kind of wry rhythm where comical characters are introduced intermittently throughout the movie and by the end, as the viewer, you pick up on it the second you see the guy. You know... you cut to a medium close-up of his face with a kind of nondescript look on it and the later in the movie it occurs, the bigger the laugh the second they show the guy? I think they did it in Napoleon Dynamite.. Ahhh... it'll make you laugh, it'll make you cry.

Today was my first day of training with the U.S. Census Bureau. Of all things--a government job. It was held at a neighborhood church and there were about 20 people in the group, all from nearby neighborhoods. There were two columns of cafeteria tables situated horizontally to the podium from where the administrator conducted the day's activities. We each got a nifty bag with the U.S. Census Bureau logo plastered across the front and containing some booklets and office supplies. We also each got an envelope with paper work that need to be filled out. Most of the day was spent completing the paperwork and in the afternoon they took our fingerprints--2 set with each taken by a different fingerprint taker-person.

A fella by the name of Vincente ("Vint") Carmona (seen above) was already seated in the far left position at the rear-left table. There were only three rows. I sat at the far right of that table. It turns out ol' Vint's an actor. Just think... he can play himself in the movie. He knows... there's only one "Vint", baby. That's probably why he's harassing me--he's a theatre thespian in his own right and he sees the blockbuster potential. That's a sharp eye ya got, Vint. I like your moxie. Maybe we can work together some day. Scroll down about two thirds of the way on this Copy and Pastry cast page to see a brief biogrophy on Vint. He's even got an IMBD page. How about that? "Vint"... my god, is that a cool name...I'm talkin' Northern California, I-don't-give-a-fuck-what-you-think-of-my-odd-nickname cool. I mean, this gato is cooler than the other side of the pillow. Check out that stash!! Anyway... he says he's in "Accounts Payable." I said, "Maybe I'll put you to work. I'm owed a bunch."

Vint, being the nice guy that he is, decided to strike up a conversation with me. Of course, he wanted to talk about height and steered the conversation toward how height is such a great advantage. This is a very common tactic used by my stalkers. They know my brother's got issues with height--one of the main reasons he's targeted me--and so it's something they use to tie up my mind with irritation. The thing is, it really doesn't bother me except for the fact that I know it's coming from my stalking group. Inevitably, I bring up my brother and his issues. They know they can lead me into it. The strange part is howVint and the others think they know more about the situation than I do and that maybe they can convince me that I am wrong about it. Silly stalkers. So I got a grip on Vint early on. Vint was somewhat unique, though, in that he went on to elaborate on how in his country of origin, the Philippines, height is even more of an issue because the average height there is apparently less than in the U.S. Then he made another comment about tall people getting advantages over short people and it became clear that he's got a little issue with height himself. Awwwwe.... poor Vincente.

Then, a young lady name Lauren Nham (seen here) came and sat in the empty chair next to ol' Vint, leaving the chair between us unoccupied. Look at thaaaaat--she's giving the middle finnnnngerrrrr. Awwwwe... that's so grown-up. She was real nice too. Vincente asked her what her country of origin was and I think she said VietNam. (I don't know if it's obvious that someone of Asian descent with the surname, Nham must be from there, but I don't want to assume that.) One of the most common tactics in gangstalking is to intentionally attempt to irritate the target in the hopes that they will make an angry outburst so they can have them labeled a violent or angry person, like Vincente was trying to do with all the height stuff. This false information then makes it to Fusion Centers, or the Psychotic Radical Feminists' Database--or more likely both--and the extremist nut-bags who have access to the info carry out their harassment protocol--as Vincente and Lauren were doing today.

As Laurie, the director, guided us through the pile of paperwork, we got to a form that was optional. I couldn't locate this optional form in my packet. Since I knew Vincente was part of the game, it was pretty obvious that Lauren Nham, Pro-Bono Consultant at the Women's Community Clinic of San Francisco, Associate Product Manager at Reframe It.com, formerly of High Point Associates, and Bank of America, and frequent Twitterer, was too. (The internet is an amazing thing, i'un it? I don't even have to bookmark this stuff.) Her actions combined with Vincente's comments and the timing of her arrival are all things I've seen before. Well, I mentioned that I couldn't find that optional form in my packet. I decided that since it was optional, I would just ask Laurie (not Lauren) for it at the next break-- a normal adult decision, right? If I sat next to another adult in that situation, I wouldn't even remotely consider it my responsibility to raise my hand to ask for the form for them. I would think that any normal 39-year old adult would be insulted by such a condescending, patronizing act. When Lauren rose her hand, I knew exactly what she was doing. I calmy said to her, "I do not need you to do that for me." She lowered her hand and a few minutes later rose it again and said, "We're short one form."

At the next opportunity, I calmly asked what it was that made her feel it was her responsibility to do this. Try as she might, she couldn't come up with an answer. I pressed a little, and then she leaned toward me, slightly squinted her eyes, and said in a pscyhotic half-whisper, "Are you getting angry?" Lauren... please. You aren't even close to being able to pull it off.

Speaking of Vint... most of the afternoon was spent taking fingerprints. As I said, everyone had to have 2 sets done. I had left my laptop bag on the chair between Lauren and I in while I was getting mine done. Lauren was off somewhere texting psychotic radical feminists. I believe it was during the brief interim between my fingerprint sets that I was looking in the opposite direction of my bag that I turned around to see Vint quickly rise from a half-bent position over my bag with a guilty look on his face. Tsk, tsk, tsk, Vint. Didn't your mommie tell you to keep your hands out of other people's stuff? Just to acknowledge the wittle bad boy's transgression, I walked over to the bag and latched it.

Will someone following this blog who's connected to the psycho-fems please, please tell them that my psychotic accuser, Kristen has been exposed as a liar and that I've been cleared of her false accusations? Please?

That fact that these people made it specifically into my class is somewhat bothersome, though. I guess the government definitely is involved.

The story just keeps getting better.

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw;

Monday, March 22, 2010

Peet's / Stalking Log

I've been planning on using this blog as an up-to-date log of stalking events as they happen and now seems like a good time to start. It is currently 7:38 pm according to the Neo-Nazi sitting next to me. I am sitting at Peet's Coffee on the corner of Van Ness and Turk. I even got video clip of him. I've got lots of video clips. I'm certainly not going to stop coming here and I will continue to move forward to rectify the situation.

It is now 7:45 and he just left. It was nice of him to sit right next to me though.

I experienced this once before when I e-mailed a friend about a crowd of stalkers at a coffee shop. 20 minutes after the e-mail, they scattered. They were a little slow compared to tonight's guy, but nevertheless...how interesting.

It is now 7:58 and 5 guys just walked in wearing Harley jackets--an unusual sight in this establishment. The timing is telling as well.

It's 8:27 and the fact is that I don't even know for sure that these guys are part of it. They don't really look that part and quite frankly they're not acting it. I guess I might find out.

The story just gets better.

It's 8:29 and they just left. I get the feeling that maybe they thought I was going to get up and leave. You won't catch me going in any biker bars, but I've run as far as I'm going to run. I'd rather get jumped by 5 bikers or 5 ninjas than run.

I'm glad I logged this because it's going to be a good part in the book/film. They all had heavy boots and walked slowly across the stone-tiled floor and sat directly in my line of vision. The place was filled mostly with yuppie/intellectuals. They sounded pretty intellectual themselves, so, how knows--maybe they hang out at coffee shops and talk Plato. Nothing surprises me any more. It couldn't have been better: Lone woose in his Sketchers and 13-year old yuppie-ass Structure casual dress-shirt bought in New York surrounded by bikers in boots, jackets and baseball caps. Plus a gay couple was sort of sitting between them and me and there were a couple guys who look like college professors. The scene will read well.

I should have been logging events as they happened all along. Damn't!

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