So many people are gonna be homeless this winter; and will probably die, not because they’re on drugs, or bad people, but because this agency is screwing with people’s health coverage. – Workers here need to be held accountable asap!
I deserve a girl who doesn’t do blow or smoke weed day.
I deserve to be accepted my someones family. I deserve to be accepted by a family who isn’t dysfunctional, and doesn’t try to break us up.
I don’t deserve to be assaulted by someone I’m dating’s siblings; or segregated from, cut down, and or minipulated by her jealous friends, b-list celebrities/ creepy gov contractors; ect. ..Or told I’m wrong for being a nymph towards the person I’m with.
At 35, with my skills I deserve to work for a company that’s not a startup. (Which is fine, I’m cool with startups) I’m just tired of busting my ass grinding, ruining in circles going nowhere. I deserve to feel a sense of pride and worth (guilt free); to be able to take my son shopping once and a while, freshen up my wardrobe a lil without having to empty out my savings from the little bitcoin I saved responsibility from after taxes, or without feeling like a schmuck with my dick buried between my legs borrowing money from family.
I’ve been so abused; minipulated, and gaslighted, that I couldn’t even give my soul to Satan, even I tried… Normal people get real opportunities at some point; I’m backed into a corner, forced to steal, create my own oxygen, then people act confused why I’m so angry; act distant, and hyper vigilant. Have you ever meet one person in your entire life besides me, who self-promoted his kids book into brick and mortar Barnes & Noble locations? How about turned mold from a slumlord apartment into modern art sold at galleries nationwide; signed contracts with Bed Bath and Beyond via IG, published it along with other artists and super models, made those models famous by consistently lying faking my life? That’s not even a quarter of my accomplishments. I’ve worked harder than anyone, and I’m tired, extremely impoverished, with little or nothing to show for it. 🙁
“Street theater” when spoken of in a gang stalking context refers to carefully scripted harassment by neighbors and strangers especially, but can include harassment by family, friends and co-workers. These skits are designed to keep a target at a high stress level, but are crafted so that outside observers are likely to wave the skits off as “the breaks”. The cumulative effect of such skits can be crushing to sensitive victims. Noise, crowding in person or on the highway, stealing items from shopping cart when in the checkout line, and kids sent to hang out in front of, stare, make noise, in front of a victim’s house or by putting strange items on a lawn as the victim drives by, such as a vacuum cleaner!
There was a car parked on the roadside and as soon as the person saw me coming, he opened the door and got out into the street! This street theater skit was designed to send a message to get out!
Because it is common to get out of cars it is hard for other people to understand. However in Gang Stalking this is shown to the victim in an overt way at first in a very unusual manner. In the example above it is obvious only to the victim that the person is sitting in the car waiting to get out as the victim goes by, instead of pulling up, stopping and getting out in a normal sequence.
How have @theemrsmcafee and myself avoided authorities for the past months?
We have no cellphones.
The CIA and other covert agencies have evolved to depend 99% on cellphone surveillance.
Everybody has one.
The old “feet on the ground” surveillance has retired.
I was a long time virgin, waiting till marriage to have sex. (In the anti-theist psych world, this means you’re a schizophrenic fanatic. I was the kind of guy who had such moral convictions, that I would throw up at the park and cry for 3 days, if I even had oral.
I met this goth girl thru a friend, she was a CCS student. She tried to kiss me, so I pulled a way, and bit her lip to tease her. I noticed she moaned really loud, and told me to choke her. (Now despite what allegations have been said about me, I was the guy that couldn’t play contact sports in middle school, bc I had a phobia of hurting people.. In fact, I couldn’t even guard other boys in Rec basketball, bc the voices would start singing “Savage Garden, I want to bathe with you on the mountain.” lol.) So, the night went from slight choking, to her demanding me to punch her in the face.. And I did it. I beat the fuck out of her.
I didn’t know how to feel after, Did I sin? I didn’t know. There was no penetration involved, my dick did’t get wet, all I know is that girl got off really hard from me slamming her head in the ground.
The next day, I went to the therapist at Easter Seals, and told her about my love for Jesus. She yawned, and said “anything else Dan?” I said “actually yes.” “I met this girl,” (brief interruption) “Ooh, tell me more” she said excitedly. Therapist crosses her legs, appeared to be rubbing her… Then I told her about what happened; and she said, and I repeat, “DANIEL, THERE IS NO WRONG WAY TO GET OFF” “Whoa,” I exclaimed, almost falling out of my chair.
That was the last time I went to therapy.
What do you think? Do you think there is no wrong way to get off?? What about Pedophiles? Or Necrophiliacs?? Or Rapists??? BTW.. That was many many years ago. I’m a completely different man now. Currently happily divorced; conquered the #SausageCastle, and you couldn’t pay me enough to go to church, or be monogamous again. That part of me is dorment until I de-program everybody. 🌐 (The point I was trying to make is that the system has overly sexualized everything, & I believe bdsm in pornography is the root cause for many domestic abuse problems.)
I was hospitalized for the first time when I was 9 years old, and put on psychotropic medications. Continuing on through the course of my teen years, I spent over 7 birthday’s, and Christmas(s) institutionalized. One year after my first hospitalization, my mother signed a contract with an EI school that said they would help with behavioral modification of my OCD rituals. However, that was not the case. The teachers and staff of this program sexually harassed and bullied us. When we fought back, they video taped only our reactions. The videos were then sold to Michigan State University’s Psych program for research. I was one of the lucky ones, because my parents were 2nd generation tax paying citizens of the city where the program resided in. The ACLU got involved, not because of the abuse, but because I was denied my right to public education in my own school district. (I regret not suing.) I was then rehabilitated into a normal school setting, but monitored by former staff and a particular social worker from the program all the way until I dropped out of high school. At the age of 17 I hospitalized against my will, and by 19 was 277 Lbs. from the cocktail of medications they put me on. I was on 2000 mil of Depakote, 6 mils of Risperdal, plus a few more at one time. Throughout the course of my life, I’ve been on every psychiatric medication in the book. One day, about 4 years later, I had something of a divine Intervention occur. I don’t know if I really was born mentally ill; mkultra’d suffering from an Existential crises, possessed by a jinn, demon; or the devil himself… All I know is that the voice in my head that used to harass me went away! It’s been 10 years now. Thank God I took the leap of faith to stop my medications. Since then; I’ve been so much healthier, had I kept taking them, I more than likely would have ended up dead. My story doesn’t end here. If you work with the Press, and would like to know more. Contact me via @_d_a_n_i_e_l__b