Sunday, November 12, 2017

Post Gamma Ray Day

My prostate cancer treatment session (in Kelowna) was at 1224h today; I learned that it is gamma rays that they project through me after lining me up on the bed. I got the "usual" gangstalking weirdness on arrival. An ambulatory stalker was crossing the driveway path to hold me up at the three way intersection into the parking lot, and then made out to cross my path again, but dip-shitted in place. And as I cruised the length of this too-small parking lot, and found the only open stall of about 40, and pull in to park, why, who should enter the vehicle next to me but this same woman. The stalking when parking, exiting the vehicle etc. game has increased considerably of late, and no more at the cancer clinic parking lot having driven some 80km to get there. And too, the stalkers and putzers at the parking meter, and then more when I go through the double doors. This time it was an elder-duckie in a fedora who just had to step in the way of the sliding doors and block my egress. And of course this Fuckwit had go go through first. All abetted by the fact that the doors aren't opening as wide now, presumably because of the winter weather. At least 8 other bystanders on my way to the building wing, and then another pair leading me at a slow pace down some 20m of hallway. Why do I constantly get these loping aisle blockers ahead of me going down this particular building wing where the treatment area is?

[Slight misleading in the title; Mon-Fri is gamma ray day, not just today. I don't know how this title came to mind, and wasn't error trapped for veracity- these things "happen" more often now]

The featured vapid young woman called me to the treatment room, this time dressed in black as if it were an evening outfit. Normally she wears a white smock. Her helper was a E. Indian, brown skinned woman whom I had not met before, or perhaps in passing. Normally there is a blonde woman aiding the featured young woman. Anyhow, the whole deal was all done in short order, and I changed, and then headed out. A kiddie-stalk in the hallway as I made the corner, along with a hug. Regular TI's will know, bringing kids to help stalk the victim is de rigeur, so it appalls me all the more that they get dragged into this despicable life raping rampage that has gone on for over 15 years now.

And in keeping with the flush of stalking these days, a post-treatment swarm of 5 parties was all oncoming, heading to the hospital as I drove along the first residential street. Like WTF; I hadn't seen anyone here before, and now five parties, one of whom couldn't bring themselves to walk on the sidewalk, but on the street. It was good enough for all the others, so why not them, especially with a child in hand. So yet again, I had to hold up for the oncoming vehicle to pass before I could proceed past these dumbshits that could not walk on a sidewalk, which was a whole lot safer that the street as there was a 8' median between the street and sidewalk. I predict that there will be more "holdups" on the way out; either ambulatory and/or vehicular. A road accident is always a good excuse. Now 11 treatments of 28, so who knows what is going to erupt. I am sure the perps have been waiting this whole 15 years to hammer me with gamma radiation and see what they get from it in terms of the interaction with the myriad masers that float around me and above me while getting the irradiation treatment.

I had my usual assortment of vehicles on the highway, there and back; logging trucks seem to be a regular component of the stalking show. I don't suppose it is a coincidence that I worked in forestry for 20 years, though not logging directly.

Yoga tonight, and the instructor didn't show up, so a student took over. She did a good job in all, and there was about 16 yogis tonight, all women save one dude. There seems to be a dude rotation going on; new ones every week. Last week it was shirtless one; today's special didn't seem to have much of a clue about yoga. It seemed that at least 80% were new, so again, it just strikes as strange that so many new yogis come and then filter out.

No logging truck to precede me for many km today, but a truck hauling a trailer full of willow or dogwood plantings; 6'x10' trailer full of red colored stems about 3' high and the ubiquitous plastic cover over them, though a perforated one that didn't catch the wind so much. And yes, live and dead plant matter (cuttings and pruning in fact do contain live plant cells for a time), are often trotted out as gangstalking props. Not to mention they have kept me in farming and viticulture jobs for the past 9 years handling plant material, again, cutting, planting, pulling off excess shoots, thinning grape bunches etc.

The same two-some in positioning me on the bed again today; the featured young woman is a little more friendly with a little more eye contact. Today she was wearing a brown checkered shirt and black tights and her knee-high brown leather boots.

And the "usual" swarm of Fuckwits around me when imbibing water at the fountain, my pre-treatment routine to attain the full bladder requirement beforehand. Of them, one cutish 30 something woman was giving me the eye for crissakes. (I checked her out as she had the same height and build as the Good Doctor (of Kelowna), but she wasn't unless morphed over). Though I do find it so interesting that the majority of gangstalkers are gaze averse, save the odd cute female who gives me the eye, sometimes being 40 years younger than me.

Then "usual" loafing crew in the hallways post radiotherapy treatment today. Then the barrelling in of a white Ford Escape into the vehicle exit, by a granny no less. I waited out this egregious stupidity in my silver-brown Ford Escape. Then out of town along Hwy 97, and of course, the traffic is busy around me every day, though I have no prior experience to know if this this normal Kelowna traffic or not. I suspect not, based on two prior city's experience, and too, Debbie Newhook commented on the plethora of traffic around us when I visited her in Nanaimo back in 2010.

A morning trip to Kelowna for radiotherapy, then a consult with the oncologist afterward. Most everything is reasonably OK in the circumstances, and I am not tired yet. He tells me that weight gain is common among prostate radiotherapy treatment patients, to which I can confirm. I have gained 4.0kg since this began and am halfway through this week. Well... maybe it it because the gamma ray radiation is depleting the dopamine in the prostate region which then signals adiposity (fat deposition). I say this because dopamine mediates (perhaps, governs) adioposity and insulin activity in cells based on my readings of the scientific literature. And as dopamine diminishes some 1%/year on average after age 40 hence, middle age spread. The extensive body (non-Central Nervous System, or "peripheral", a usage I absolutely loathe) hormonal effects of dopamine are known in the main, but getting it to clinical practice will take at least 100 years IMHO. Never mind that methylation mutations, likely the root cause of so many hormonal disruptions (including dopamine), will not likely make it to conventional mainstream medical practice any time sooner. Dopamine agonists can work, but still only address the symptoms.

I have looked for gamma ray effects on dopamine but I haven't seen anything definitive in the literature online.

That the radiotherapy treatments are making me pee more often is also noted. Another effect of low dopamine, base on my readings of the non-motor symptoms of Parkinson's Disease, (a low and declining dopamine situation in the nigra striatum of the brain), is that is causes urinary problems, some 4 years ahead of PD. There is no PD in the family, so no worries there, but urinary issues, dementia and blindness all loom into duckie-hood (geriatric stage of life) based on my parent's life, so I am considerably concerned that my low dopamine state was totally blown off by the shrink in my visit (09-2017) in an attempt to get the longer term issues dealt with. Not only did I have a SPECT scan to back me up, but a 01-2017 dopamine urine test too. He didn't look at the scans, just the report, and didn't look at the urine test at all. Throwing "darts in the dark" is how conventional psychiatry is typified. I would add, "wilfully and indiscriminately throwing darts in the dark, and don't care to do better". In the case of my issues, the last visit amounts to wilful obstruction of treatment. Nothing new there when it seems that I have been monitored and messed with all my life, and the 04-2002 apartment invasion in Seattle and later fall out was designed exactly to obstruct getting better. As if 47 years of ADD wasn't enough, being raised by two ADD parents, and then when getting substantially better, why, the Pyschopathic Division of the SS of the 4th Reich arrives to take over, aka "R&R", Run and Ruin. Thanks a fucking bunch.

After a restless night last night, and getting up at 0600h, I got hammered with a 3 hour nap attack this afternoon. This is the rare instance where a nap attack has a valid basis for occurring. All my present notions of working out at the gym, and increasing my dopamine, keep getting diverted into doing squat. Did I also mention that dopamine has a huge impact on motivation? It does, big time; ask any PD neurologist.

Snowy on the way to Kelowna and back today, about 0C. Back to logging trucks on the highway near me, .........

A sudden word processing crap-out as I attempt to detail the following. A whistleblower (now a TI) from a security firm speaks about TI's, and estimates 1-2 million actively controlled TI's in the US at this video, (1h 17m) though I don't know his name, where his blog or other podcasts are. There is nothing technically I would disagree with and I find his presentation wholly credible. What is of intense interest to me is that his experience is from the city of Seattle and how deep mind control technologies are being applied there. Well... as it "happens", I lived there from mid-1999 to late 2002, so I would not be surprised that I was guinea pig in all of that, and how it is constantly refined. After all, 15 years later, they are still refining their methods, eliciting trauma responses and whatever DNA, energetic, color and all the systems in one's body.

Onto the mayhem of governance; not only do we have President Trump, despite  admiration I have for some of his policies, "acting" up and creating chaos in his belligerent fashion, we now have the power elite too. No less than George Soros backing the negroes and the multicultural schtick that is nothing less than a takedown of order and civic function, backing groups that have no interest in democracy. Ergo, the ridiculously named Black Lives Matter has his support, which by strong association is that of the power elite. All here at the Modern History Project, this link. He is also backing the "multicultural trashing of Europe". Well done George, and exactly what does that accomplish? War by attritional domestic violence perhaps (aka social chaos), as if we don't have enough of it here in the world. Recall my lessons from the perps; competence and civic normality is not allowed (for long). And the statistics are astounding;
Here are some urban crime statistics that speak for themselves. Who benefits from this?
CityBlack + LatinoViolent CrimeMayor
Oakland, CA25% + 27%5x national avgDemocrat
Stockton, CA11% + 44%4x national avgDemocrat
Chicago, IL32% + 29%3x national avgDemocrat
Detroit, MI80% + 8%6x national avgDemocrat
Memphis, TN63% + 7%5x national avgDemocrat
Baltimore, MD63% + 5%4x national avgDemocrat
Cleveland, OH51% + 11%4x national avgDemocrat
St. Louis, MO48% + 4%4x national avgDemocrat
Atlanta, GA52% + 3%3x national avgDemocrat
(Stats as of 2014 from
One has to wonder where it is all going, as if remote neural monitoring, population control and gangstalking and harassment wasn't enough, now increased social agitation (e.g. bused-in protesters), traumatization and chaos.

Saw Lisa Brokop at the Dream Cafe tonight, seating capacity 120. What an awesome show, and an awesome performer. For now at least, I have faith in humanity. And nothing like a great entertainer live, especially her good humor and uplifting grace. Beats youtube and other online recorded video anytime.

At the show I had my usual preponderance of Fuckwits hanging at my back, because the aisle was behind me. Normally they have me up against the far wall and people pass in front of me, which of course brings other harassment issues. And there was the return of  the rather unsmiling (though attractive) voluptuous waitress of two visits ago that kept banging into me without apology. She in her tattoos creeping over her chest, as seen in the same low and wide cut top. Not that she said hello or anything this time, but just needed to hang around me lots, she still has a large ass, parked 4" from me while bending over at the table next to me. Even if it wasn't her table, as it was the Asian waitress' table area. Whatever; still, a great show.

And why the stink of raw diesel fuel when I step out of my vehicle now? (It runs on gasoline). No spillage that I can see, and if there is a conventional source, it must be from the neighbors over the fence.

Remembrance Day here in Canada, a national holiday. A shut-in day too. And kept busy by ongoing re-reads of JFK assassination books and some supporting YouTube videos. In fact, this whole retrospective has been going on for the last two weeks, and hopefully is now done for whatever perp mind monitoring (information meme patrol) objective they have planned.

The book, Dr. Mary's Monkey by Ed Haslam (read second) is getting re-read with some topical interest; a secret linear accelerator in New Orleans that was used for irradiating cancer tumors in mice, and then re-iterating the process to make them more virulent and ultimately more lethal, to the point of being a bioweapon. Which is what they accomplished; an unwitting prisoner was injected with the cancer and died 28 days later, right on cue. This in August 1963. Because the lead lab technician, Judyth Vary Baker (JVB, author of Me and Lee- read first), was upset about this, and wrote this in a letter delivered to her sponsor, Dr. Ochsner, and thereby violating the rule that she documented their interaction, she got dismissed, and with her Lee Harvey Oswald, her lover/handler, (LHO) who got dispatched to Dallas to play the patsy to the JFK assassination.

And was the dark hand of the perps behind all this, and sitting over top of their conventional world proxies, the CIA (aka, Criminals in Action, not just the Cocaine Importing Agency)? From the coincidences and behavioral oddities perspective, I would say yes, though not obviously. First, when JVB moved to New Orleans she was invited to a party where she would meet her direct supervisor for the first time, Dr Mary Sherman. This inaugural personal meeting of a keen 20 y.o. cancer research student assigned to a senior US, if not world, respected cancer researcher was a blow-off; Dr Sherman didn't even say hello, preferred to speak with the hispanics there and left early. JVB was understandably nonplussed, if not a little upset. This kind of blow-off, with prior great expectations, is a classic perp move in my experience. They love to foil introductions, especially at the inception where individuals would be getting to know each other much better, which was the plan, and which did later unfold. As to whether Dr. Sherman was knowingly acting according to a directive from someone else, or whether she was mind controlled and didn't know, no one can say. But her rude first introduction was totally out of character, as she would do weekly rounds at the children's hospital as part of her regular duties. She was always gracious and a class act from what others recounted in Dr Mary's Monkey.

Then there was the stated objective of the cancer bioweapon; it was so that it could be used against Castro as soon as possible, so that JFK's detractors would not get too impatient and decide to take him out instead. Well, the bioweapon worked (per above), LHO took it to Mexico to transfer to Cuba, and no one showed up at the drop location. It was at least four months of intense secret work, using a secret linear accelerator, some thousands of dead mice, at least one dead human, and all of the participants with day jobs, and then the CIA somehow "fails" to execute on the central objective. It doesn't add up. So why did they want this covert research done?

Haslam, in Dr Mary's Monkey suggests that the cancer work was to negate the blatant stupidity of deploying earlier polio vaccines that contained monkey viruses, some capable of causing cancer over the long term. That is, find a way to clean up the seemingly inadvertent introduction of SV-40 (the 40th virus found in monkeys BTW) into the human population. (I don't buy into this as it was such a technical long shot, and I am not sure even present day science knows of an approach that could address SV-40 in the human population). Others in NIH at the time, most notably Bernice Eddy, conveyed that these viruses would cause a human cancer epidemic in future years, which has happened. (Proving causal isn't going to be easy). But, it is interesting to note that the linear accelerator "accident", as it seems from Haslam's investigation, didn't occur until April 1964. So there is no knowledge of how this device was used, and for what purpose, as the bioweapon work, its ostensible purpose, ended in Aug. 31, 1963. So what was the linear accelerator used for during this 8 month interval?

There is a suggestion that by irradiating SV-40 that its viral cousin, HIV was created by mutating SV-40. Presumably this needed further testing beyond the contributions of JVB and LHO, who were under the impression it was for a cancer bioweapon for taking out Castro, a deeply held sentiment in New Orleans in those days. It is my speculation that Dr Mary Sherman was purposely taken out when this further stage of HIV testing was complete. She was not part of the JFK conspiracy (other than knowing LHO and Ferrie and working with them on the cancer bioweapon), was not of interest to the Warren Commission, and harbored no malevolent political intent, unlike her superior, Dr. Ochsner. After the accident, (coincidentally, the first day of the Warren Commission hearings in New Orleans), they shut down the linear accelerator, removed it, cleaned out the building. The FBI later shut down the investigation into Dr. Sherman's demise, and even RFK himself phoned the New Orleans police department investigators asking how it was going. The FBI had earlier declared it was a local murder, as they had no investigative authority. True enough, but Haslam's analysis strongly suggests that the "accident"/murder occurred on US Federal property, and would of been an FBI case. Which explains why there was so much Federal government interest in Dr Sherman's case. Haslam makes a strong case that the linear accelerator malfunction, (or perhaps sabotage) caused Dr. Sherman's death and that the body was transported back to her residence with additional crime scene augmentation to make it look like an burglary gone wrong.

Apparently, the linear accelerator was a cash up front $10m purchase and was installed and run in great secrecy by 1960. Would they, whoever are the true over-arching sponsors, really invest in this considerable effort from 1960 to 1964 and suddenly drop it because of an accident? It doesn't add up either. It would seem to me that whatever the ultimate purpose was, (creation of HIV is suggested, per Haslam, and it seems plausible to me), was attained, and was professionally repugnant to Dr. Sherman, and she got nixed. JVB was fortunate that of all these projects, the cancer bioweapon, its possible HIV creation ulterior motive, and LHO's involvement in the JFK assassination, that she lived to tell part of the tale, and what a story it is (Me and Lee).

Then there is the timing of it all (aka coincidence count); they finished their bioweapon proving in Aug. 1963, and JVB complained in writing about its gruesome testing outcome to Dr. Ochsner. As she succinctly put it, she came to New Orleans to study how to defeat cancer, not to kill people with it. But Ochsner's regular secretary wasn't there that day, (coincidence meter going off here), but a substitute who would of been privy to the contents. Ochsner went livid, reneged on his promise to send JVB to Tulane Medical School (weeks before the term started), and she was dispatched to Florida to work in a lab. She wasn't with LHO in the run up in Dallas and the JFK assassination. This also freed up LHO to be "involved" in Dallas, a patsy at best. This split up the lovers, ultimately for good. I cannot believe that the JFK assassination was planned for any less than 6 months in advance, likely close to a year, so it seems it is just too much of a coincidence to have LHO in a key role to suddenly be available 3 months ahead of time.

Then there is the big picture; a secret linear accelerator in New Orleans, used for secret night time irradiation of cancer tumors, and installed and run for over 4 years. (There had to be others involved, as Dr. Sherman had a major day job). Would the perps really be unaware of that? (Or if you don't buy into this theme, their conventional world proxies, the CIA). Not only that, fomenting the anti-Castro movements in their various forms, from invasion forces, e.g. Bay of Pigs with 2,000 men (invading at the location of Castro's favorite fishing grounds for crissakes). That the CIA director, Dulles, was out of town on the day of the invasion when his permission was vitally needed to take out the few jet trainers/fighters the Cubans had. That doesn't add up either; it was planned for failure, and very possibly to stiff JFK with it, hence the anti-JFK sentiment that ran so deep in the southern US then. Curiously, when LBJ, a Texan, takes over the presidency, the anti-Castro sentiment dissipates. All to be subsumed by the senseless Vietnam misadventure; a trillion dollar war, half a world away, with 59,000 US dead, and perhaps 2m Vietnamese, in a region of no US geo-political interest; that doesn't add up and no one has bothered to find out why.

All the above is a very long riff, when in fact it is a coincidence (not that I believe in the concept), that I am halfway through my six week Mon-Fri treatment for prostate cancer by external beam radiotherapy, gamma rays delivered by a linear accelerator.

Other curious coincidences in Ed Haslam's story that suggest meta-governance in his book, when in 1972 an out-of-town female college student who he befriended, took an apartment which had a peculiar smell. A woman living in the basement complained of "those men and the horrible things they did to those animals". The woman friend rightfully asked about the place, and New Orleans history in an attempt to understand what the whole picture was. Haslam told her what he knew, but did not know of the illicit lab location of David Ferrie, working for Dr Sherman, with JVB's support. Only in 1992 did he realize that the apartment was in fact the illicit lab location. Just another coincidence that he encountered the former illicit cancer research lab that he was to write about in 2007? Possibly, but then again, regular readers will know what I think of coincidences.

A spoofing incident also occurred in 1972. Ed Haslam and the above mentioned friend were invited to a party and they met a woman at a party claiming to be JVB, who claimed to have met LHO. The JFK and Garrison trial was off-topic to the couple, so they departed the party. Only in 2000, courtesy of 60 Minutes doing fact checking did Ed Haslam run into the real JVB. So who chose to present themselves as an imposter to JVB when she was totally unknown in New Orleans and JFK assassination circles? Post JFK and LHO deaths, Ferrie instructed her to lie low to stay alive, and she did just that for 30 years. No cancer research, and coincidentally, two witnesses that Garrison asked, both failed to mention JVB. She was unknown and untraceable to any investigator at the time. (Both LHO and JVB practiced public furtive measures so they would not be associated together, though lovers). Yet someone knew, and someone chose to spoof her in 1972 to the eventual author of this great book, Dr Mary's Monkey.

In detailing the above coincidences/peculiarities, I am not intending to in any way impugn the book, Dr Mary's Monkey, by Ed Haslam. It is very readable, well researched with perceptive analysis and with local lore added to make a very convincing read. There is no doubt in my mind he has solved the peculiar case of Dr Mary Sherman's death and explained why the investigation was ultimately shut down by someone higher up. And it raises deep questions as to the state of long term public health in North America, particularly with respect to cancer and HIV. Highly recommended. And if you don't like my meta-analysis of the coincidences I have mentioned above, I am fine with that, and don't let it interfere with reading this fascinating book.

I don't do TI organization stuff much any more, phone call sessions and the like, though I probably should, but I cannot see the point. After 15 years of this abuse, I have given up caring to be blunt. The perps must like this dystopic state, having managed me for dysthymia all my life, a co-morbid condition of ADD. And just when turning the corner with the right diagnosis, (a four shrink battle, settled with a SPECT scan), and right medication in 04-2002, why, they run me into ruin and take it away. This past August's consult with the idiotic shrink (yet to be concluded, though I will give him a ringing dissenting written opinion), in an attempt to deal with low dopamine issues as it relates to non-CNS issues, has left me in a rather despondic state. Now, what do I do? Go to a Florida clinic that understands the usefulness of scans, the role of cellular methylation SNP's for MTHFR and COMT (and its effects on dopamine), and puts something together? I reckon it will be $25k at least. Then I run the risk of bringing it all back to Canada and getting screwed, say (real example), "its not peer reviewed science".

Anyhow, unbeknownst to me in the last few months of this holding pattern, though largely dictated by daily focused gamma beam therapy, there was a TI Conference 10-21,23-2017. Like a real one, where one registers (free even), attends, and goes to sessions. OMG; this is near mainstream cred. And here it is, even under the kitschy rubric of Hope and Unity Conference, held in that perp deep town, Boston MA. I am impressed, though I have no idea where the next North American one will be, and hopefully not Victoria, BC, perp deep as it comes. Just count the aerial density to know how perp deep.

Every four to six weeks they let me watch a DVD, even if I have a stack of 15 or so that have been kicking around for years and I have meant to get to every one. This time, The Manchurian Candidate, one of the all time movies to see from the TI [perspective. Well done, and many themes running in this show; mind controlled military non-consensual subjects, private contractors deploying technology into subjects under military direction, staged heroic battle events (I think), the over-the-top US political machinations, the coterie of federal "secret" service keeping tabs on the subject, the mind controlled "lone nut" assassin, impressively faked security footage done in real time, and faked deaths of the victims. And if cinema is really a proxy for the shadow world, this film was a rich trove indeed, seamlessly integrated into a plausible whole.  Using "old technology" as I know it, that is, implants, but that makes for better cinema as there is something more tangible than what I deal with. A good show, though not essential if you are deep in the rabbit hole. On  the other hand, it is interesting to see where cinema is and how they are gently inculcating the masses with such astonishing capabilities.

Enough for a week of rambling on, being out of work these days, so what else am I to do?

Sunday, November 05, 2017

Picking Grapes

Alternating radiotherapy and grape picking these past two days. Yesterday was an early radiotherapy appointment in Kelowna, so I got to start picking at 1300h. Today, a mid-day radiotherapy appointment; 2.5 hours picking in the morning and 3 hours more, resuming at 1430h. Tomorrow, the property changes hands, so I don't know what the deal is after that.

I had my "usual" hallway loafers and wall leaning louts after I finished my radiotherapy session. I have never seen so many Fuckwits without a thing to do in a hospital before. But as I have just been irradiated, the perps put on quite a show. Yesterday, they held me up with traffic and a mission to get a particular make of vitamin B across town. Said vitamin B ran out too early as the large format "happened" to be out of stock when I made my last online order.

I had my "usual" posse of vehicular gangstalkers around me there and back; three logging trucks, one cement constituent bulk carrier, a few flat decks and plenty of tractor trailers. Obviously they had this one planned long ago; mere one-time surgery wouldn't serve the greater gangstalking purpose.

A radiotherapy trip to Kelowna for a 1000h appointment. Then the doctor at 1110h. No big deal on either account, though I did learn that they beam me with gamma rays with their linear particle accelerator. While in the patient room, with a medical assistant taking notes, the power went out on the whole building, and took some 10 seconds to come back on. Which meant that the data entry the medical assistant was interrupted until her PC booted up again. As to what the power outage did for the linear particle accelerator I don't know, but I would imagine its reboot sequence was more than for a PC.

What is it about the radiotherapy staff that they seem so evasive and distant? I have seen the same cadre for 8 days now, and I don't get this impersonal touch. Two treatment units are side by side and the waiting room is common, so I also see the staff from the other treatment unit in the course of the general process. Today, they put a woman from the other to take me into the treatment, and lo, another comes out of the adjacent room (pop outs) and follows me in. (The time worn perfect perp set up that I have come to know and despise). The second one was E. Indian or Arabic of some kind. They set me up on the bed, and do their usual pushing, pulling and tweaking of me to get me into position. and when finished, the single tall young girl comes in from the other treatment unit to lower me down. She has been there most days, and is particularly vapid and unengaging. I suppose she is the Featured Creature (Caucasian, young) of this process, though I have no idea why. And why the dark E. Indian woman who popped in after treatment yesterday, different from the one above? Its like a post-irradiative treatment victim tour, within seconds of completion. Next I predict they will add in negroes in this continuing need for the perps to stalk me with all racial comers. (They have placed negroes on my route for me to see while driving home, at least twice in one week).

I get  my "usual" posse of stalkers there, especially when I turn corners, and more so after treatments. Today, the deal was that the doctor's appointment (Asian doctor) was an hour after treatment, so they had me there on the premises (at a waiting room, beside the fish tank), for longer than usual. I also got my "usual" hallway ditherers as well, who often break from the aisle blocking cluster only to re-cross my path again. Been there, had it done to me since 04-2002 and I am sick fucking fed up. And too, the vehicular stalking and pit lamping is intense when departing. Plus, the vehicular posse around me on the way there and back. It seems they slack off on the stalking when mid-distance, a 75km run one way.

The grape picking is done now; the landlord indicated that now that the property has changed hands, it is up to the new owners to deal with the seller, though the realtor usually gets blamed he says. I suppose it was all about interleaving this activity with the radiotherapy, having a "hot" (just irradiated ) victim picking grapes, before and after. The ongoing combinations and permutations of activities never seems to end.

A double day for power black outs; on the way home from the supermarket, only 100m from my residence, the whole neighborhood blacked out with a flash in the sky, and about 20 seconds later, another flash and the power was back on. This "somehow" precipitated the spare PC, which I rarely use now, to turn on with the fan on high. I found out when I entered my place; this particular Lenovo PC starts out with the fan on high for about 5 seconds and then it drops to a near inaudible noise level. And "somehow" the PC booted up and had its fan stuck on high. Go figure.

A clusterfuck and a mind fuck at the parking lot at the cancer center in Kelowna when I arrrived. I got mind fucked into "thinking" my appointment time was 1236h, when it was 1254h, as that is the transposition of today and tomorrow's times. So with a back up at the parking meter, I had to wait, while others passed by, or else waited behind me. Only when I scanned in was I allowed to know I was too early. So I go back to add more time, and then one of the folks behind me was doddering around at the meter still, plus one of the passers-by who preceded me in (and seemingly, didn't need a ticket), was now there ahead of me. Then a day-glo dude from the security company "needed" to get a parking ticket too, he ahead of me. Then when I added more time, the infernal meter crapped out, and didn't permit the addition of 1 more hour, saying it was invalid. After two attempts, fuck it. I got a card of the parking meter person at the front desk and left it at that, as I would been 20 minutes over at the most. But as it "happened" I got called in early for radiotherapy, and all the parking angst was for naught. But why create the problem in the first place? Getting the appointment time wrong, forcing me back out to then deal with meter with two of the first time gangstalkers there and having the parking meter go wrong. The perps like to change up costs; $3 one day, $5 the next as I was there for longer, and then today, only $1.50 as I figured I would be done in an hour. They get much mileage out of changing the price of gasoline, and that inveterate algorithm driven price roller coaster, Amazon.

And it wasn't a day for parking meters either; I had to go to the Kelowna shoe repair to get my work boots fixed, a perennial problem as they just keep "failing". After driving around the block I finally get a stall, and lo, the meter says "fail". What is that supposed to mean? Anyhow, I stuffed a quarter into in and went to the shoe repair place. For some reason the parking got awful tight around there.

And some snow enroute, and more on the way back; just slush on the highway and in Kelowna, but halfway back it was rain, and within 10km of Penticton, bare dry road.

What is it about longevity of automotive parts nowadays? My parents replaced the Ford Escape's clutch at about 60-70,000 km, and now its slipping at 115,000km. Like WTF; these parts lasted once 60,000 miles (or more) and it seems they are now getting manufactured to get the same mileage in kilometers, 5/8 less. I don't think I will buy another Ford clutch, but prices are all over the map from $100 to $500, shipping is all over the map as are delivery times. Who said that online shopping was simple?

Snow this morning, some 3", and icy roads in the suburbs. The highway was better, though still ice in places and a dump truck with a pup trailer lost traction and spun into the concrete barrier and jack-knifed. Still on its wheels though, so hopefully no injuries. The icy snow melt from overnight stayed on my vehicle for the Penticton-Kelowna return trip. Added to that was brown colored road crud, a sort of "browning" of the vehicle while traveling. Afterward, I barely recognized the vehicle, so I went to the power washing depot.

And 2/3 through the job of cleaning my vehicle, and using the power washer to clean off the the now-browned ice that traveled with me, the thing kicks out. (How many times have I mentioned power washers that crap out on me?) I put more coins in it and the coins just pop out via the coin return. Eventually I get the attendant, who hammers on the coin machine to no avail. So he suggests I use the credit card swiper, which I do, and allows me to finish cleaning the vehicle. So what was the point of that? Two different payment methods for one simple job? Or was it holding me up in mid-job? There was no reason for the washer to kick out as there was plenty of time on the clock. Go figure.

I finally got the infernal car deck fixed (again); it had conked out yet again for no seeming reason. Which deprived me of radio and music on my daily road trips to Kelowna this week. The perps just love to disconnect me from frequent sources of information; e.g. radio. And too, they fucked with my wrist watch and made it unadjustable, so I will have to take it in sometime. It never ends, these relentless attacks on the functionality of everything.

Said car audio deck was fixed on my return to Penticton; so the installer guy got to hang out in my vehicle, and drive it some 100', after arriving from Kelowna. No doubt it is a big deal to have someone else in my vehicle as these critical junctures, e.g. just arriving, so who knows what the deal is. While it was being fixed, some 15 minutes worth, I hung around in the electronics shop among all the new LCD TV's. Plus at least 15 new ones in brown cardboard boxes were sitting there in the retail area. The perps like to have these devices around me, and have become a ubiquitous gangstalking tool, e.g. smart phones.

A hangover day, replete with getting sick this morning. All the more strange was that I thought I was OK. My fickle friend came over last night and we chatted, ate finger foods and had wine. Two bottles later he insisted on ordering more... Well anyhow, he slept on the floor overnight in a sleeping bag, and we pulled ourselves together in the morning.  He didn't stay for breakfast or anything, and I thought it best to go back to bed. And lo, within an hour I was feeling something unpleasant, and then ended up throwing up. In the toilet that is, as he got sick on my floor in a prior visit about three months ago. Anyhow, I am slowly recovering today, and the perps have exploited this to put on extra ear-ringing noise all today.

A hair cut and a leg wax yesterday; my typical treatment every 6 weeks or so. For the waxing, two students were on opposite sides, and did a leg each. This is common, though the odd time they switch sides when I flipped over so they could stay with the same leg. The hair stylist was from Quesnel, and as I lived there for four months one long ago summer job, there was plenty to talk about. Attractive and slim she was too; I didn't get the Big Girl treatment this time, typified by pushing her gut into me. The whole deal felt almost normal. We shall see what happens next time, and that she acts the same way if I happen to see her. Some have begun as friendly and talkative, and then the next visits are marked by them pretending not to notice me.

I think I have finally got the automobile clutch selection made, navigating unit price, , "performance" level/features, delivery (to Canada), shipping costs etc. Not to mention getting a better product, as it seems stock Ford clutch parts are such crap. Or more likely, someone wears them out faster than normal. I saw one online reference to a Ford Escape clutch, and the guy got 150,000 miles out of it. As mentioned above, this part has worn out at 40,000 miles, now twice.

Anyhow; time to get this posted for another week.

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Getting Beamed

My first radiotherapy session for the prostate cancer this afternoon. A relief that it has begun, not so much for the beginning of cancer abatement, but finally, the perps have stopped planting the notion of going to a proton beam treatment center in California at LL. That would of been over $100k, and I don't have that kind of cash at the ready. For the last year they had me research proton beam therapy, and even engage LL for prospective treatment in June 2017. I realized that it was totally undoable from a financial perspective, and still the perps kept hammering me with the notion that "proton beam therapy at LL is in your future". Well if it is, it will be long after this therapy is over and it would be a desperate last effort to deal with a re-occurence. If LL is stil in my future, it doesn't look good. Finally, that planted and absurd mantra is over.

It was an hour's trip to Kelowna, which I will be doing for every weekday for 28 treatments. Not a problem with the drive, and a light to moderate vehicular gangstalking posse. Though the most excitement was when I was in Kelowna, and just finished getting skunked at a store that turned out to be closed, headed down the next street, one way (the correct way), and here is this Fuckwit coming at me driving down street in the wrong direction. Like WTF; I have seen way too many of these wrong way stunts to know that it is a fluke.

And the winter tires had to be put on for today, a 0700h appointment at the Ford dealership with two male Fuckwits doing the stand-around. I even had the "honor guard" treatment as I entered the building; two dudes split apart and stand there for me to pass between them just as I passed through the double doors. There was some pretense of the service staff speaking to one of them, and the other was doing the "stand-there" act, pretending he wasn't invading my personal space when there was plenty of room for him to move. And of course, not looking either, another pretend stunt I am long familiar with.

I would of expected the perps to have me make a few trips to Kelowna on the summer tires and then convert to the winter tires the next week, say, but unusually, they had me start this entire Kelowna junket for 28 trips just on the winter tires. And we know who is totally fussed and bothered about rubber, being a byproduct from trees.

Yoga tonight, and 12 other yogis, all female, and at least 9 of them were new. With one exception, all were 28+, so none of the past experience of seeing an array of cute asses as they had put on a few times. In fact, some were decidedly oversized, as is the instructor, so who knows what is going on for the perps that they put on such high rotations of newcomers in varying ass dimension themes.

Radiotherapy was in-out, even if they had me arrive 40 min. early to sit in the parking lot for 30 min. As it "happened", the Ford dealership phoned when I got back to tell me that they had my hub caps. I drove over there and got the lug nuts re-torqued too. And what is it about these grinning service dudes and their large tattoos that they like me to see? At least two of them have two armfuls each; just plain fugly.

Then a side trip to the shoe maker in Kelowna, in my quest for bootlaces for my hiking boots, as there was a sudden blow out three weeks ago. These boots have little pulleys to pass the lace through, so the friction component is lower than normal. But no, only a year old, and the bootlaces had a blow out. And have I mentioned the perps' obsessions over footwear, and bootlaces before? Probably, but not recently, though the sabotage has been heavy on my workboots last year, where three pairs were in constant rotation, even getting swapped at the shoemakers more than once. (Failed pair on my feet gets swapped there and then for the just-repaired pair). The perps also have a specialty obsession over shoelaces and their color as well; it seems they need to get more "action" from these moving objects for whatever reason. This time, I am hoping that the bootlace obsession is over and done with for this pair, as I got Kevlar bootlaces which should last a lifetime. I can just imagine the boots will then fail. They have their ways of screwing with combinations and permutations of everything, so who knows.

My third day of radiotherapy, and it turned out a little different. First, I got screwed into leaving later than my usual allowance for road issues, and lo, I got into a jam, traffic jam that is. Yesterday, the Kelowna bridge traffic was moving just fine at about 0730h, and with the appointment time only 15 min. later today, and getting screwed (somehow) into making a later departure, the traffic was crawling over the Kelowna bridge at 0750h. I made it to the treatment center and was ready with a minute to spare. I don't need that kind of stress over meeting/treatment appointments, and here I got screwed into one. Then I waited some 30 min. and finally was informed that they were doing some "physics tests" that should of been done last night. Whatever.

And the parking was "looked after"; normally a $2 coin gets me some 1.5 hours, plenty of time, but the notice on the meter was "complimentary parking today". I will take it. And as it "turned out", it was much needed as it saved me tripping out to add more time, and of course, fretting about it. Then when on the motorized bed and getting my initial scan, they determined that my rectum was too full and that they couldn't get their tolerances for beam aiming. (They can see all one's organ positions through the scanner). So they suggested coffee, and to wait a half hour. So I get changed back into my clothes, and have coffee, and after an hour, nothing. So another coffee, and it seemed it finally worked after an hour. Then the deal is to have a full bladder, so then I had to drink water, and wait 20 min. And so finally I was done at 1100h, when if things had gone normally, it would be been 0940h or so.

And what was all the above about? Having a rotation of stalkers around me in the waiting room, and in the adjacent hallway? In the latter location, they had two young males as porters, for moving patients, one on a stretcher. They in semi-military garb, including epaulets, just hanging around and yakking for 1.5 hours. And then the "dude honor guard" again; one on either side of a 8' wide hall, positioned oppositely for me to pass between them. We already did that shit this week, per above.

Another reason for the above delays, was to test me on coffee, in the continual obsession over all things brown, in me, on me (rare), around me (seating and other's clothing) and room decor. And of course my vehicle interior is brown, and no doubt with prior perp planning, as it belonged to my perp abetting parents at one time. I haven't had coffee, save the odd time, for over two years because of these urinary problem issues, and here I have two cups just before a CT scan and subsequent xray beam treatment. When will this insane shit over brown, coffee, and all the rest of the perp obsessions ever fucking end?

Now, after some grape picking last week, why, it is grape picking in the morning, and then off to Kelowna to then get radiotherapy treatment. Another delay while they hit me up with a surprise, as they wanted a more full bladder. Two cups of water did the trick yesterday, but not today for some reason, and that was before they put the scanner on me. Call it a fake-out stunt; walk me there, ask the questions, and then ask me to take more water than yesterday. Why they cannot tell me this in advance and stick to one spec I don't know. The original spec was don't pee 2 hours ahead of time. Now it is different somewhat.

A holy vehicular gangstalking there and back, plus in the building, the loitering Fuckwits standing there for 40 min. And some step-in-the-way fuckers too.

I get to repeat the exercise tomorrow, and my landlord has a sudden need to have a client's vineyard picked, and I can get some done in the morning. Likely it will be from vineyard directly to Kelowna, rather than stopping at my place before heading off like today. And what is the deal over this coordination of picking and later irradiating?

A harvest party last night at my seasonal employer's winery; about 40 people, some guests I even knew from vineyard work in prior years. And I met some new folks too, winemakers and winery owners. The whole deal was almost normal, save for a few who came in close, backing in, as in pretending not to notice.

At 0730h, while checking the road map before I set off, the landlord comes to tell me that the deal is different; the grapes need to be picked and removed from the property. But as things needed to be confirmed, no picking this morning. Soo.. after at 0600h get up, all was in vain. And in a later call, he says there is a tractor there, as well as bins, and I am to start tomorrow.

I had my radiotherapy, and what a hassle. Just when one needs a full bladder to optimize beam aiming, why, the perps pull their urination urgency fuckery again. I haven't had this problem since April when I discovered evening time tea was giving me the problem for the next whole morning. Perhaps it was the treatment creating this self-defeating side effect. We shall see, and wait this out over the weekend.

A tight vehicular formation around me when I set off to Kelowna; the kind that need to surge ahead in the L lane, and then 100m ahead, just sit there for the next 10km beside another vehicle at the same speed. Ditto on the way back, though visual blocking seemed to be more important with side by side 5 ton trucks and their large boxes who traveled together for 5 km. Later, one was ahead, another behind, and even at 120kph, one had to get ahead. One was white, one was yellow, different than the typical white-red vehicle pairings that are so common since all this shit rained (or reigned, if you prefer) down on me since 04-2002.

Laundry tonight, as I will be picking tomorrow; a sanitation pick apparently. And the pit lamping vehicles were out at every turn on the way there. The ones that arrive, or sit at the curb with their lights on before or after turning a corner. Just what is the deal these days; extra vehicular gangstalking, pit lamping and extra things going wrong to enrage me more often. In the latter instance, jammed zippers, not finding the ties on the hospital gowns, objects pulled from my grasp etc. A subtle escalation as well as a resumption of being extra short on patience, something that had been ameliorated since 05-2017 when I started a dopamine promoting MAOI. Now, the planted mind notion is to check on whether radiotherapy depletes dopamine. Which if it does, will infuriate me no end as I made it clear before all this began that I was ADD (=developmentally dopamine deficient). And I also made it clear that this whole prostate cancer would likely of never happened had I been dopamine healthy, as it is a hormone as well, and mediates the immune system. Bringing new and researched science to doctors is asking for failure (a roadblock) in my experience. Perhaps, doctors are taught to treat symptoms only, and with pharmaceuticals only.

Picking grapes all day long; a sanitation pick all by myself.

Ditto this Sunday; I run the tractor in the row with the bin on the back and park it 20' ahead, and pick the grapes into buckets, and then into the bin. Plenty of aircraft flyovers today, and then mixing in a helicopter too. And making sure the aircraft noise was pounded through my headphones while listening to music most of the time. I was cold most of the day even if partially sunny as the wind was up. The "usual" perp tricks of pulling grape bunches from my hands and dumping them on the ground, though for this sanitation pick it really doesn't matter so I don't retrieve them. To get my attention they have the grape bunches do unconventional flipping and improbable kinetic hopping and rolling when thrown into the bucket. Fun and games.

Anyhow; enough of the dull stuff to get this posted.

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Dull Days

Dull days all round; the weather is gray and cool, (10C daytime), and I am in work limbo until my prostate cancer treatments start next week. The latter will entail an hour's drive to the clinic, and then treatment for all of 20 min. or less, and then drive back.

Yoga was another scene two days ago; no cute bums to gaze at from the back this time. On the way there, I had just finished filling up my vehicle (and paying), and then I also paid for a pass of 10 sessions for yoga. These activities, while sounding terribly dull, are major perp interests. They are silly over petroleum products and their handling, as well as all my financial transactions. Anyhow; they put the heavy tattoo-ed dude on my left at the front, so no one's ass was on show. Then, true to form, at the last instant, with a vacant spot strangely sitting on my R, in comes a new dude without a shirt. And taking a page from my book, here he is hairless, including his arm pits. But that wasn't enough; he had to get close enough to ensure that his hands would extend to my mat, invoking the possibility of hand clash, where each of our extended hands could come into contact. So I spent a whole lot of mental processing the whole session to ensure it did not happen, usually by offsetting my position to ensure it would be unlikely to happen. And he also cranked on the heavy breathing noise all the time. I swear, one day I will get some yoga DVD's and be done with this shit show at yoga. I do like the exercise, and the flexibility it brings, no question. But as to why I need to be "duded" by these put-on freaks and potential incursions is beyond me.

A whole shut-in day yesterday, and no music either.

My last weekly visit to the naturopath for my IV vitamin C today. This to get me ready for radiotherapy, but after 12 visits once per week, there has been no noticeable effect, save bringing up my body temperature to 36.9C, normal, for one day before it drops to an abnormal 36.4C for the rest of the week. And did I mention that dopamine governs thermoregulation, and low dopamine just might be the problem, per ADD as determined by a SPECT scan? I reckon it will be 100 years before the hormonal influence of dopamine will become routine clinical practice. Meanwhile, dopaminergic deficiencies play themselves out every day in every corner of the world in the form of drug addictions, alcoholism.

Well, the perps decided to add a little excitement, apart from the dipshit males kicking each other in front of my vehicle when parked at the laundromat. They were playful Quebequois dudes seemingly, though nothing is for sure in this rabbit hole. At least they could of used a hacky sack and kick a stupid bean bag to each other.

I got a round of pain in my L hip before lunch, which is not good if one has prostate cancer. Never mind I start my radiotherapy in four days; lets give the victim more punishment before he gets treatment and muddy the waters so he can have more FUD in his life. As if 15 years of being hounded by a psychopathic organization who won't declare themselves isn't enough FUD. Said pain dissipated after 20 minutes of lying down. We shall see where this one goes.

Or was the above pain a stunt to delay me when getting onto this here PC after turning it on? Getting back to the laundromat, the friendly proprietor held me up from starting my laundry after it had been loaded into the machines, but not started. That social banter was good for a 20 minute delay. The above mentioned dudes kicking each other in front of my vehicle held me up again for 20 seconds when headed for my vehicle. Then on the way home from the laundromat, a grey Ford Escape preceded me (in my silver brown Ford Escape) for three blocks and then headed down this very back lane I use, all the time, so I decided "fuck that", and went an extra half block and proceeded down the street instead. All to have me park my vehicle facing N, when it faces S usually so I can get out of the vehicle on the lane side instead of the fence side.

Picking grapes all day.... sticky again.... The "usual" perp fuckery of pulling grape clusters from my hands again. Same as last time; I was doing fine for about the first hour and then the faux fumbling and overt hand manipulation to cause dropped grape bunches for the rest of the day.

Some new bumps, like bites on my scalp; about 8 of them. I cannot figure it out. I doesn't seem like insects as I don't see any at my bed, and the pillow was washed yesterday, as was the sheet. Nothing visible in my hair, so what is it?

Normally, the perps don't like me to have bites from anything. In the 15 years of this harassment I got mosquito bites last year and this. A 2009 bed bug invasion resulted in no bites unbelievably. Anyhow, another health care mystery unloads on me.

Saturday, and I got hit with a 10 hour sleep for no seeming reason. And to add to the drama, they had me with stuffed sinuses upon wake up, and when clearing them, why, a bleeding nose. I'm not sure how to read this; perhaps a one-off stunt, but another of the "we shall see" health issues. All the above mentioned scalp lesions have diminished overnight, so who knows what means what in this rabbit hole.

Rain this morning, so thankfully I am not picking today, though it could of been cancelled.

A shut in day, in part due to a "need" to do a binge watching on Youtube on the JFK assassination. The Men Who Killed Kennedy covers a whole lot of ground, and its DVD sales were killed after three weeks of its first release, but is now fully viewable. Part 1 of 9 starts here, and each runs about 45 min.

Part 8 is about Judyth Vary Baker's association with LHO in New Orleans in the six prior months, though she wasn't there in Dallas for the last 3 months. But it is abundantly clear that LHO had mob contacts and government agent contacts. They were lovers, but took different seats on the bus and got out of different stops.

What I find most curious about this phase, which is detailed in the book Me and Lee, by Judyth Vary Baker (JVB) was the development of the cancer bioweapon, to the level it could be injected and kill someone in 28 days. The plan was to have it developed and then when ready (late Aug. 1963) and inject it into Fidel Castro, presumably via one of his medical staff. LHO took a live culture to Mexico City with all the instructions as to handling and keeping it alive and was to drop it off for someone to take to Cuba. But no one showed up, and the culture was abandoned at the drop. So all that development effort, even using a linear particle accelerator, turned out to be a big nothing in as far as the stated purpose of that six month project went.

There were other big medical names involved, one being Dr Mary Sherman, who did the linear accelerator work and liaised with JVB, LHO and David Ferrie as to the progress and reported to higher ups. So after the successful human inoculation phase, (yessir, unwitting human subjects for terminal experimentation in the USA), she takes off to London UK, where there was another linear particle accelerator, and her apartment is broken into that night and all manner of evidence and some personal belongings were stolen. Then in July 1964, she is killed, seemingly in a apartment invasion, stabbing and a fire. Though in Dr Mary's Monkey, the author Ed Haslam, makes a solid case that she was electrocuted at the linear particle accelerator, then stabbed to finish her off, and her body was then moved back to her apartment to make it look like she was murdered there. The  linear accelerator was dismantled and removed immediately thereafter. So it would seem there was further work to do from Aug. 1963 to July 1964. Perhaps more refinement of cancer bioweapon resilience, (or something else they didn't want JVB to know about) suggesting she was killed off at the conclusion of this second phase of the project. Dr Mary was not involved in the JFK murder, though Haslam suggests that LHO's entry in her phone list might be the one entry that was redacted in the released records, despite his many entreaties to have it disclosed. Dr Mary at no time made any contact with any investigating authorities (such as they were) as to the JFK assassination. In all, she didn't draw any attention to herself, and yet was nixed (seemingly, though it could of been an unfortunate accident, and it was decided to finish her off to avoid questions as to why she was there). So the question remains, what was the cancer bioweapon project all about as it was an epic fail with respect to the stated objective of taking out Castro via seeming "natural" causes. And too, there was even inquiries from RFK as to the progress of the Dr Mary murder investigation, and other high level federal government interest at first. Both books are a good read to understand the whole pre-Dallas events of the JFK assassination. I find it so curious that LHO was involved in this huge "side project" of cancer research for weapon purposes and then gets switched to the JFK assassination three months in advance (when the plans were already well ahead) to "infiltrate" the team, or teams. Given that LHO was central to the JFK case of the deception plan to name a lone assassin, surely he was factored into the plans well before Sept. 1963 when he moved there with his family. (And that he was estranged from his wife, though lived nearby, gave him plenty of freedom to come and go as he pleased). These two seemingly disparate projects for one low level operative all in less than a year is just plain strange to me.

Anyhow, a whole day of intrigue via Youtube and on the eve of my first radiotherapy treatment for prostate cancer. Funny how that topic comes up, again and again. Another one of those coincidences.

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Fork Lifting Again

I did some vineyard and winery work at my former employers (a couple) of 2012-15. I got to drive the rented forklift all day with the bin rotator on it, so the bins of grapes can be dumped into the hopper above the crusher. Yesterday, I was on the crusher, seeing that it got fed, but not too much, while their friend, a most able fork lift driver, was driving. Today, the friend is off on a hunting trip, so I became the default fork lift driver, even if the boss man said at first he was going to be driving. Said boss man is way grumpier that he was two years ago when I last worked full time for him. And now, with a motorized wheelchair/scooter, he is even less capable of running the winery and vineyard show. Thankfully his wife is reasonably able and does much of the real work. He is the vision guy, she is the doer. Oddly, she wants to live in an assisted living arrangement while he wants to continue the vineyard and winery business. She is 62 y.o., he is at least 6 years older with considerably more health issues. I haven't quite figured them out, and even learned yesterday that she wanted to go to an assisted living arrangement even before they bought the vineyard. Go figure.

I say "Fork Lifting Again" for a reason. Last year I was running the fork lift at a winery, and in a rigged set up (IMHO), without any prior issues, I snagged the overhead door that was 1" above the lift stack while backing out, and was doing the right thing, looking back. I didn't drive it in there in the first place, nor did I lift the stack, and it was the co-workers on the crush who suggested that I drive it out, so I did. (And there were plenty of dents in that door from prior fork lift snags, so I wasn't the first.) The next day, the boss man says I cannot drive the fork lift. Fine. The next week, the more experienced fork lift driver snagged a man-way (hatch) cover on a tank with the fork lift as it was so congested inside the winery, and 2,000 liters of red wine flooded out, and it took four of them to close it, all of them getting soaked to the ass. (If the hatch cover had been damaged, they would of lost all 9,000 liters). The fork lift also got killed, as it was an electric model, and couldn't be recharged. That fork lift driver was back driving the rest of the job, another 4 weeks, all day, every day. And I don't assign any blame to this driver, as things were so tight in there, and it could of happened to anyone. (And did a few years earlier). But this disparity of punishment (if that is the right word) was so obvious, that I couldn't of felt more targeted (or singled out for no reason). Anyhow, it seemed that the Thems decided that I was not allowed to to run a fork lift again, though they have relented this year for a whole two days worth. As to what they get from these on-off privileges or designated work activities I have no idea, but temporary use of vehicles (using the same seat) seems to be a big deal. Or what the perps get out of this particular freight handling device, along with exposure to pallets and shipping containers, I have no idea either. Just to think that my daughter has been living with a full time fork lift driver for the past three years.

The power washer ran out of gasoline at about 1600h, and there was no more on hand. Like WTF; I did this with him 2+ years ago, and the same thing "happened". So he called it a day and said he would get gasoline tomorrow, leaving everything a sticky mess. And the diesel heater of the power washer isn't working, so everything is a cold wash. Though, with an after market wobbler head on the tip of the washer wand, instead of the typical jet tip, it makes a huge positive difference. Still, having hot water makes winery hygiene and cleaning that much better. I don't know of a serious winery that doesn't have hot water washing capability. Unusually, over four days, the power washer did not mechanically fail. This is unheard of my annals of using this particular mechanical device.

The fundamental rule of the winery business is that you clean up after day's end, or sooner, if the equipment is going to sit around with grape crush for more than an hour. Or else you clean up after a run of certain grape. Otherwise, clean up will take 2x longer, and present more risk for potential hygiene issues. But you cannot tell this guy how its done, and being prepared with a can of gasoline is beyond him it seems.

More winery work, this time just me doing most of it while the owners were out and about, fetching items (including gasoline) and attending to the business aspects of vineyard and winery ownership. I suppose it could be called another day of the attritional work force. Four days ago, I was working in the vineyard harvesting with the Albanian crew, while the owners, their family (including two young children), plus two other family members, plus the fork lifting friend, were working altogether on the grape crushing and cleaning up. Then we had Thanksgiving dinner together, save the Albanian family. The next day it was similar, though with some dropping out, and another person coming for dinner. The next day (yesterday) I was on grape processing with a few family members heading out, another going elsewhere for the afternoon. Today, it was just me doing the laboring, fork lifting, cleaning, because, as mentioned, the owners had other responsibilities. Anyhow, it seems that the last five days were a combination of vineyard, then winery work, complexed with  decrementing the number of co-workers. For the perps, and their life-long interest in me and wine making, and now viticulture (vineyard labor), it just seems interesting they are still at; transitioning me from one work area to another all in a weekend, (been done before at this same vineyard/winery), and drawing down the personnel whom I work with.

Though in fact, something similar evolved this season of vineyard work. I started with a crew of six for 5 months until the resident grinch pissed me off enough that I worked at another vineyard for the last two months, mostly by myself. Anyhow, I have no idea what this whole deal means and why this attritional cycling of co-workers is so important for the Grand Plan. Just leave me alone is all I have been asking for the past 15 years of this insane litany of abuse and arranged life, down to the microsecond it seems.

Took my laundry into the laundromat and hung there as it was only for washing, no drying. (Cleaning up the daily grime from winery work, now finished). What is it about certain Fuckwits that need to loiter around me for no seeming reason? The proprietor woman was  4' from me and was staring at the washing machine for 10 minutes, then her daughter came on the other side of me to change the TV channel, reduce the volume, fuss with the newspapers, and then screw off with the remote control so I could not put the volume up after she left. Five minutes later, a dread-headed male arrived in my peripheral vision, so I took a look at this creature, and then he walked behind me, and it was then I caught the highly odoriferous stench of his weed habit. (Did I mention that dreads are highly Unfavored once before?)

And all of the above was set up as I was at this same laundromat last night, as my clothes were scuzzed up and I had gone for 10 days without laundry, and was running short. Prior to tonight's visit, I got nailed with a 1.5 hour nap attack, always a big deal so they can hound my ass all the more afterward. And before that (this afternoon), I had my IV vitamin C infusion, another seeming excuse to hound my ass if all the extra road traffic on the way back is a reliable indicator.

Thursday, and a day off from winery work, as the grumpy owner is to complete all the left over tasks apparently. I just finished reading "Guinea Pigs" by Dr John Hall (more extensive and fair minded review here). Most notable is a riposte about psychiatrists:
"In medical school on can spot the individuals destined for psychiatry on day one. For the most part they are strange, often searching for self-help, and remain strange individuals focused on what they see as the more intellectual practice of medicine.... Psychiatry, unlike all other fields of medicine, has absolutely no basis in hard science."
Hilarious, and having had a recent go-around with one to deal with my dopamine deficiency when I presented two compelling tests (on a brain scan) which both indicated such, he tells me I have a dopamine surplus. Dr. John Hall has is exactly right; don't go to psychiatrists, and don't do street medications which will only serve to discredit you (as a TI) or else serve as an avenue to them to find fault.

I would of preferred that "Guinea Pigs" addressed more detail about the consistent themes in TI's lives, e.g. missing years (me, aged 2 to 5) and perhaps life long covert monitoring until the perps go overt and then run and ruin the victim's lives, now 15 years of this since they first went berserk/overt on me. And less mention on then President Obama, as I believe organized harassment and abuse is beyond any President's realm, who has no real control over what goes on at these levels. And less mention of the NWO and limits on gun control. Like, what is gun ownership going to do, except bring on on another (recent) Mandalay Bay/Las Vegas massacre event. Worth a read, and it has some good chapters on the available technologies of remote mind control, which are well advanced and supported with some more recent examples I was unaware of it, e.g. mass surrenders in the first Iraq conflict.

Mass hysteria may explain 'sonic attacks' in Cuba, say top neurologists  What absurd rubbish; "top neurologists", as in top neurologists in the pay of some agency and who don't mind looking like utter fools for anyone who has a thinking mind. There is ample evidence of remotely applied EMF weapons (per "Guinea Pigs" above), and even 60 Minutes showed a crowd control beam (called "active denial") weapon emitted by remote equipment. The unfortunate folks who were hit with these sonic attacks in Cuba are ill weeks later, both US and Canadian embassy personnel. Some of the victims moved to a new location and didn't get further attacks. Psychiatrists have lost all credibility with the DSM V making normal a medicable state to fuel the pharmo-financial interests (and more likely, the Grand Plan), and now neurologists are going stupid, per above news report. I think this is another example, just as the Trump antics are, of seeding the perception of chaos and authority ineptitude, or more fully, creating cracks in the public's perception of the credibility of government, professions and the like. (Psychiatrists never had much credibility in my book, (per above riposte) and all the more so, as they were abetting agents of the CIA nonconsenual human experimentation starting the 1950's, e.g. Dr Ewen Cameron in Montreal.)

I had a short work day in one of the vineyards I worked in over the summer. We were picking leaves for later lab analysis for virus presence. A systematic sampling pattern had to be followed, something I have experience with in my forestry training. I have worked with this guy before; he gets cranked over every little nuance that seems to go wrong, a negative dynamic the perps constantly seem to set up between me and him. Thankfully this scenario didn't last all day, and instead of hauling his too-wide trailer between the rows, and barely clearing the vines and drip lines, (the source of contention) we worked separately and didn't use the trailer. This doubled our work output, and seemed to work for him.

Golly gee... another fine coincidence; one of the above mentioned Albanians "happened" to be picking grapes with the vineyard next door. Said individual has worked in the same vineyard as me, the next door vineyard, more distant vineyards, and shows up today as well. I hadn't encountered him all this season save for the above mentioned encounters.

An insane gangstalk show at the specialty grocery store on the way home after vineyard work. And that same wretched woman staff-stalker was on again, this time at the till, and saying "hello" to me as I entered the doors. Normally she doesn't even look at me, so I don't know why I got this sudden welcome salutation. As in "here I am again", the ever stalking staff member perhaps.

A woman sucking on a cigarette outside trailed me in, then joined the aisle blockers after I picked up a cooked chicken, and then a fuckwit emerged from that grouptight on my ass, even if I started to walk faster. Then I decided to get the fuck out of there, and lo, a negro customer at the checkout. An in-out stalker, came too, one who arrives, walks past the checkouts (normally the wrong way to go if shopping) and then walks out again two minutes later while I was still there. I have seen so many of these at this store that the inane has become routine.

All this started because the cooked chicken in my fridge prematurely went bad, and  I needed to replace it on the way home. The perps just love these stop overs on the way home, and no better place to pull it than one of my regular stops.

And as the perps screwed me out of taking my garbage out last night, and again this morning before the garbage truck arrived, said rotting chicken will remain in the garbage can for a whole week, some 20m away from me, but near the landlord's house. Don't ask me why the perps are so obsessed over garbage and how long it sits around in my proximity.

My fickle friend of vineyard work came by, he still healing from his split knee cap, surgery, and just finished 6 weeks of physiotherapy in Kelowna. From what he says, it seems that the therapists didn't appreciate a low rating on a questionnaire that the patients filled out. Suddenly, certain patients were yanked from the program, some quite prematurely in their recovery. And it seems that many of the therapists were just posing for their jobs, and didn't get much involved, and would rather natter among themselves. Call it nasty-assed retributive health care, where honest questionnaire results get one woofed from the program. And additionally, two mantras from the therapy staff came in loud and clear; the theme of moving the patients on, and telling them all the pain was in their head. Such is healthcare these days; rotate the patients out ASAP, never mind how they are doing. And then pulling these mind games of telling the patient where the pain is. Doing George Orwell proud they are, at public expense.

A 9 hour sleep got me up at 1030h, and a late start to the day it was. Then some online work, and then some reading, "The Twelfth Planet" by Zecharia Sitchin, and lo, at 1500h, I got nailed with a 3.5 hour nap attack. These nap attacks are often aligned with when I am reading; 30-40 min. into the book, and then the sleepies start coming on. In dutiful fashion, I go lie down on the bed, and then await what comes. At one point in the dream they had me fussed over missing a flight, and then awakened me enough to know that it was in fact a dream, all to have me drop into another dream set. It took 30 min. of lying there to finally be able to summon myself to get up, forced by a need to pee that came on.

A brief synopsis of the book is that it is a researched study of Old Testament and Sumerian texts and pictographs, and based on the research it seems that we humans were once clones created to do mining work for the Nefilim (Anunnaki) of the 12th planet, Nibiru. Later, we were given the capability to reproduce and self determination. An interesting book, and of substantive merit in re-assessing the role life on the planet, of humans, how we got here so fast in evolutionary terms, and why so many ancient texts make references to the "gods" and their heavenly craft and unconventional capabilities. The book was originally published in 1976, and now is in its 45th printing. There are follow-on titles in this Book 1 of the Earth Chronicles series. To quote from the book; "we are not alone". Most TI's know that anyway; though some TI's seem to be harassed by more thuggish and retributive arms, while others seem to be under the thumb of a more research minded imperative (me). It is all the same to us; we are selected to be interfered, obstructed and abused, and the notion of democracy and self-determination is truly a mirage kept alive by our notion of the artifacts of freedom. Read "The Gods of Eden" to find out more about how humans seem to be put to use by an alterior agenda e.g. sending humans to war, along with extraconventional technologies.

A new-to-me site on gangstalking, mind control and cults is Dr. Eric Karlstrom's excellent web site. Plenty of interesting material here, though I don't get into cults much as I really do want to contain the scope of this blog, but I do believe there are one facet of this whole Grand Plan. Invoking trauma, especially on children seems to be so very important for the perp agenda for example. And what is it about academia that seems to be such a hot bed of senseless retribution, often resulting with the victim being gangstalked thereafter. This seems like an interesting story from Australia, The Red Back Web some 399pp. worth. I have not yet read it.

Anyhow, enough for the week, and I will get this posted.

Monday, October 09, 2017

Guinea Pigs

A new (2014) book by Dr John Hall, Guinea Pigs; Technologies of Control, also author of New Breed; Satellite Terrorism in America. The author is a MD, anesthesiology in San Antonio. A decent 17 min. video here. I have not read either book, but they are on my list, and the author is well spoken and highly respected in TI circles. In this video he mentions 300,000 reports of organized harassment, which likely covers workplace mobbing through to significantly greater harassment; gangstalking, abuse by conventional and unconventional technologies. The latter book was his story of interaction with a person who was suffering from these harassment issues. Where Guinea Pigs builds on the technologies and gets into its wider scope.

Interesting that my mother told me I was a "guinea pig" when I was five years old, though I had little concept of it at the time. Or little notion of what she was talking about until this rain, or reign, of harassment and relentless abuse came on me in 04-2002.

And I now learn my radiotherapy for prostate cancer begins in three weeks, a total jerkaround as it was to begin today. So three more weeks of sitting around and not a whole lot to do. Well done; string the victim out to do more of nothing. The reason I am pissed about this is that they had me from 2003 to 2008 doing nothing much, and are still at it. The worst of it is that the delay gives the perps three more weeks of hammering me with planted notions of going to LL for proton beam therapy instead, which is totally unrealistic. The cost would be over $100k, money I don't have, and would be a three day drive to get there. Yes, I did contact LL at one time to find out if I was eligible, and I would be, and in later correspondence I told them it was not feasible for financial reasons. It has been over a year the perps have been pounding me with this notion, and often with the same phrase, "LL for proton beam treatment is in your future". Just leave me alone, and stop pummeling me with infeasible and unrealistic dream scenarios. (There would be additional benefits of going to LL too, but I won't get into those, as it is not relevant).

Yoga tonight, and some of the regular crew were back. The cute young female butts of last week were mostly gone, but they did put two fat ones in front of me with an attractive slender young butt further behind them. And two new dudes, one seriously tattoo-ed with some fugly ink running up his arm, and on his leg. They also put the sometimes-friendly freak dude next to me; he became friendly over time, and he has now reverted to unfriendly. Variable friendliness is nothing new in this business. They had me at the SE back corner again, presumably to watch butts, and do comparisons between the large two and the attractive one further away. Don't ask me what that is all about, though I have read that one gets a dopamine rush if one sees something, or someone, attractive. Perhaps all this is a variation of the perp's alternating game of Unfavoreds with Favoreds; placing the fugly dude stalker with the cute blonde girl, and having them cross back and forth. In the above yoga instance I would get my dopamine rush from observing the ass end, if it is proportioned to my personal esthetic. Maybe the perps are building a total dopamine response profile of me; face, hair, eyes, butts, breasts and the list goes on, with selective covering of certain body features so that the dopamine rush is only from, say, the ass (per above yoga). Or, say only from the face, with her large body form or ass covered by a long sweater. And then they might map my dopamine response transition from cute face to large ass and all manner of other spatial juxtapositions and permutations. Go figure; all I want to be is left alone, and here we are, 15 years of relentless abuse and stalking, and it seems that they are nowhere close to done.

Before I went to yoga though, I got nailed for a 3.0 hour nap attack. It was after a late lunch lunch, and I had resumed reading for 20 minutes, and then the nap attacking came on. No sense in fighting it, so I laid down on my bed and lo, it was 1800h when I awakened in a state of semi-stupor. Again, I did not need the sleep, as I had a 9 hour sleep last night. These outrageous nap attacks take up so much time, and IMHO, are of no organic origin.

Mellow times these days, after waiting some two weeks for radiotherapy to begin, all to find out that it is going to be another three weeks of wait time.

But oddly, my one appointment of the day, to get the vehicle L headlight installed, became a stalking scene. I waited at the body shop for 30 min. while it was installed, and a granny stalker came to stand at the door for 15 minutes. Then I went to a machine shop to see if they can cut a groove in my hand pruners where my finger sits all day long when I use them in vineyard work. The need to ever modify things runs deep, and I suppose it just might be a perp need. They like to dig up the streets where I have walked and driven, so it doesn't surprise me that they would want to take some metal off a tool I have used for 100's of hours every year. Hopefully this will be an improvement, and not the faux "cause" of it breaking sometime in the winter when vine pruning.

Such mundane event turned out to be a bit of an over-obvious vehicular gangststalking afterward. I had a pick up truck (stinking diesel kind) and a VW Jetta ahead of me for two blocks before they turned L, where I do, off a tertiary arterial. Then one block, and then they turn R, which is unusual except for those living in this area, never two vehicles together until today. And even more obviously, they turn L 80' along where I make my usual turn down the lane where I park in. I said, "Fuck That", and went around the block, and into the lane from the other direction. And lo, these same two vehicles were parked in the lane, one each side, and only 6' between them. Like WTF, two vehicles trailing ahead of me through three turns down a lane, where no one to date (in four years) has done this, and then blocking my egress on public property with an obviously arranged lane blocking. I have been going down this lane nearly every day for 4 years, and have never seen anyone block it, save once with a Monday summertime party of pickup trucks opposite, two years ago.

A confluence of new music today and yesterday; web trovings of "best of's" revealed a new find that was in full album sample on allflac, and then three CD's arrived today, two from a new performer. All very good. Last week, one of my new CD's turned out to be a dud, and I didn't rip it, and will send it off to the charity outfit before long. I have these (seemingly arranged) music interests, where a number of new finds come via CD or online all about the same time. All of this is through my headphones as my amplifier is still in the repair shop, and the battle over that isn't over. Last week the guy said he would send it back and it was to arrive this week, as he couldn't find any problem with it. (It was crapping out on the L channel, and wasn't the player or the speakers). I haven't heard back as to whether he redoubled his efforts, as he isn't the communicating kind.

The stereo amplifier came back after six weeks away; so far, it seems to have magically fixed itself. Unless it was one big bullshit stunt by the vendor, claiming it was fine when he did fix it. Or else the perps fixed it, after sabotaging it in the first place. Exasperation runs river deep here, and all the more when consumer electronics, and particularly music listening equipment, takes on an escalated propensity for sabotage. Even the lowly portable DAP is now able to put out a signal into the amplifier and have it heard through the speakers. And that is most strange, as I couldn't get a damn thing out of it, no matter the input set I used. (But it did work fine through the headphone amp). I smell a fix (literally) at the vendor's end, after all, it took him three weeks to start looking at it. Hmmm... And it does seem the music is a little brighter and more detailed, or perhaps it was that I had a "rest" from listening to music from my speakers. As to why the vendor couldn't fess up and tell me it was a warranty fix I don't know. (Maybe it was to protract my fussing and fuming angst. Or maybe to duck the statistics on true warranty repairs etc.). I have given up on expecting honest and rational behavior in this Potemkin Village I live in.

My residence heat pump unit also had a unexplained failure of the front panel to open when blowing air. It was working fine when I was using it for the little air cooling in the summer, and then after three weeks of no use due to just-right weather between seasons, the panel didn't lift when I set it for heating. The landlord didn't seemed too fussed about it, and even aided the repair cause, by removing the panel, and allowing the heat to come out. And too, back to his/her habits of entering my place without permission again, as I had just departed for my IV vitamin C treatment.

The usual stake out at the doctor's office, this being the drop in clinic, as I needed two medication Rx renewals. And the usual pained look ("poor you", maybe) of the support staff. It seems black pants are in, as everyone was wearing them, save the atrocious tight white and light green checked pants of the woman opposite. I suppose it is de rigeur that everyone is plugged into their smart phone these days, busily at the screen doing something. Or is it just me, and that the perps need to surround me with stalkers on their computers wherever I go nowadays? Back in the early harassment days of 2002-3, there was a sudden eruption of stalkers on their cell phones then, but of course with more features and capabilities on these devices, not to mention a larger color display, the instance of phone/smart phone stalkers has escalated to 90% or more in any public captive situation. Anyhow, I was done in an hour, which isn't bad for all the patient surge games I usually get at this drop in clinic.

A visit to the shrink this afternoon started down its predictable futile path. The meeting was scheduled for two months hence, but a cancellation came up, and so I was back within two weeks. Naturally he ignored the SPECT scan results, (ADD inattentive subtype = dopamine deficient), and revelled in the consequences of the apartment invasion and the rest of this unconventional abuse and harassment that began in 2002. He didn't have any explanation as to whom the personnel where, nor the markings and physical remnants they left. Nor did he have any explanation as to why past dopamine agonists have been so helpful, and dopamine antagonists have been totally debilitating. The shrink concluded that I was "dopamine rich", which flies in the face of all preceding clinical history and the 2017 urine dopamine test results I gave him. I will spare you the actual diagnosis. But he did concede to contact the former shrink to 2011 who said that I was being harassed. As to whether this essential fact was entered into the record I don't know, but as I see it, it is just another dodge, likely designed to dig me deeper in this hole the perps made for me in 2002-3.  Well done perps; you had this figured out from the get-go. And in fact, had this figured out 200 years ago in the case of James Tilley Matthews (TI Zero, IMHO), illegally incarcerated by a shrink of the day (Dr Haslam) who wanted to make a name for himself by categorizing psychosis, but had this one patient that didn't fit his scheme (because he made sense). Hmm.... It is all there in Mike Jay's originally titled "The Air Loom Gang", now retitled as "The Influencing Machine", or the more mistitled  "Visionary Madness".

This whole dopamine deficiency treatment quest has spun totally out of control; all I wanted to do was get going on dopamine agonist medication to counter dysthymia, low motivation and ahedonia (all  caused by low dopamine), and to address the hormonal aspects of dopamine deficiency such as urination issues, (though too late for prostate cancer) and other immune system issues and more technically, which dopamine agonist treated the D1 or D5 family and what served what particular body or brain system the best. I never got to first base with this fucker, when I had him painted in a corner with tests and scans that supported my case. In fact, I didn't want to see a shrink at all, but a dopamine expert, and it could of been a neurologist or a endocrine specialist. Though in the latter case they aren't up to speed, anywhere near the research literature, and likely won't be for a half century. Coming in, I was 6 for 8 for useless (or more accurately, contrary) shrinks, and now the count is 7 for 9. And not forgetting that the first four blew me off about ADD, and the subsequent SPECT scan totally revealed that (organized, IMHO) futility.

I got stiffed with this stultifying fustard of a shrink who has taken this whole thing backwards to the extreme Fuckover scene of 2002-3, when I was kept illegally incarcerated, and hounded all over the PNW with targeted head pains. Anyhow, another meeting is scheduled, though I don't suppose the records he will be requesting will be any help. The die was cast last visit, and these fuckers don't/won't ever evaluate any new material in a new light, nor will they deal with the substantial inconsistencies in any way. The shrink kept begging off, saying "it is just my opinion", but really didn't have a substantial rebuttal when I said his opinion was full of holes that don't hold up. I at least was granted the request to make a dissenting opinion that could be added to the report. And too, I was at least allowed to hold my own and not be run over as usually happens in these circumstances, though not true for all medical practitioners. I never get to ream the urologist's ass out for his deceits and dodges.

I did ask the shrink if there was any involvement by any other party in my consult or report outcome. I got the interesting body (lie spotting) language again; the pause, the look up, and he said "no" and then went into an explanation as his report's history and disposition. That is the thing about lie-spotting; it takes a while to read the cues, as everyone's lying style is a little bit different. The last full-on lying shrink would look at the floor when I asked these pointed questions, and I became to find it funny that he was so consistent. As this is the second visit of this guy, and the first point-blank question about outside intervention that I posed, I don't have a "lying profile" for this guy, and I am unlikely to get one, as the next visit should be the last. For now, I will have to content myself to writing a pithy dissenting report. All to sit in his file cabinet of course, as I may elect to refuse to have it sent to the initiating doctor. Anyhow, I have seen enough of this idiot to know that he wouldn't know a D1 or D5 agonist from a hole in the ground. What good it that anyhow?

As to where all this is going dopamine deficiency-wise, I have no idea. The perps are now pummeling me with planted notions of "it is all going to work out fine", but there never was a cast of liar like them, ever.

Anyhow; who was that babe of a stalker at LD this morning who was on my ass just when I turned around in the aisle and couldn't find the shaving cream as LD had reorganized the shelves? I got the "usual" in-the-way-but-won't-look-at-me (vapid, I call it) countenance. Then she "happened" to be exiting the store ahead of me (not having done any shopping), to then lead me outside to the parking lot, and with her vehicle only two away from mine, which I thought it was an astonishing coincidence. Nice deep black hair, but the lipstick was a little strong, blackish-purple. If it was ML, she is now 20 years younger and her ass is now half the size, having seen her once in a ridiculous gangstalking scene in 2005-06. And the number of times they put stalkers on me just when I get skunked, (aka, dashed expectations) as in not finding what I expected to find, is another fine coincidence show that began when the harassment did, 04-2002.

Picking grapes today, at my former employer of 2012-15. I get $0.07/lb. That works out to roughly $200/day at my picking speed. I neglected to tell him that they were paying pickers $45/hour in California this year, as there was an urgent need and they couldn't find enough. I suspect grape harvester machine sales are going to go up for next year.

And picking grapes all day yesterday, with the perps making their presence know by pulling the picked bunch from my hand and dumping it on the ground. After one day of reasonable freedom from this intrusion, they started it up on the second day. Thanks a bunch assholes. I reckon they pulled this shit at least 100x in the day.

And Thanksgiving dinner with my employer's family for the last two dinners; nice of them to host this TI for a rare social evening. This time no boarding house reaches across my dinner plate, the height of rudeness I will surely never forget three years ago, same circumstances.

 And grape crushing and pressing work today after two hours of picking. I use the word "pressing" advisedly as the owner has this peculiar cheap-assed way of separating the skins from the juice; he runs the crush into bins with drill-hole perforations in the bottom, which retains the pulp and lets the juice run through to a screen below, and then into a recieving bin at the bottom. After 12 hours or so, he takes the top bin off with the fork lift and then dumps it, so it is a gravity only separation, no actual pressing. He gets an extended soak, unusual for white grapes, and the juice gets more air exposure (not good either) too. Anyhow, he did this when I first made wine for him in 2012, and won't get himself a real press.

I see the owner now has one of those motorized wheel chairs, aka, "mobility device". Here he is running a 5 acre vineyard, and a 20 ton (grape weight, before crushing) winery, as well as the sales etc. and he now has one foot in the grave. Not only that, he is doubling down, and starting a tasting room down below for next year. What was that phrase in "Teahouse of the August Moon", about ambition exceeding one's grasp?

Anyhow, time to launch this for the week, and see what the whole-life containment show brings next.