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I don't have enough flowers to offer to the victims killed and wounded
je n'ai pas assez de fleurs à offrir pour les victimes morts et blessés
"Old Glory" at half staff yet again for yet another in the seeming unending parade of mass shootings. Salt Lake County, Utah.
The United States has faced at least 128 mass shootings so far this year, according to the Gun Violence Archive. There have been more mass shootings than days in 2023.
Mass shootings are defined as an incident in which four or more victims are shot or killed, according to the archive. -- Courtesy ABC News.
He leads me up hills, when I think my weight I can’t carry.
He leads me home, when my bones get wary.
He leads me to a better place, when things gets scary.
He leads me when times get hard.
Not caring my body heavily scared.
He leads me from torment and pain.
Probably the only thing keeping me sane.
If you’re a victim of Gangstalking, Workplace Mobbing; Violence is not the answer. I know it’s a bitch, but don’t let them break you. Start yourself a daily journal. Document everything, don’t dwell on it. If nothing else; these haters are consistent. You’ll start to see their patterns, their ignorance. This can be used against them. If we ever get someone brave enough; in the FBI, Secret Service, any Law Enforcement; to actually do something. Anything, you know, like telling the truth about Gangstalking, Workplace Mobbing. The Root cause of most, of the Mass Shootings.
Try to find an outlet; read, learn, listen, compose. Reach inside and find something that will take you to a better place. If only in your mind.
Gangstalking and Workplace Mobbing, are the major Motives for Mass Shootings. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Recently; many have dismissed the Walmart shootings, as Workplace Violence. They don’t tell you the root cause of this Workplace Violence. The Root Cause Is Workplace Mobbing. It’s one of the many ways an employer, coworkers; can rid themselves of whistleblowers, union organizers. Anyone that doesn’t go along with the status quo of corruption.
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Many years ago; I trusted our government. I trusted our presidents. I trusted law enforcement. I believed in what I read. Believed in what I saw in the evening news. It wasn’t until after I served this country, came home, tried to settle back in; I realized how naive, ignorant, I had been. The trust I had lost, seemed so long ago, yet seems like yesterday. I see it every day.
I see so many, falling for the same. Unable to look past their ignorance, their self-absorption. Believing in grifters, trusting tonics, snake oils. Their patriotism, coasting on broken words. Lost in their own obsessions.
I even see veterans; ignorant to the tarnish, they cast upon the valor of the fallen. The tarnish, they cast upon a constitution, they once swore an oath to defend, uphold. I see them walk the halls of our VA Hospitals. I see them walk the aisles of Walmart. I see their anticipation, their eagerness, to desecrate a fellow veteran. I witness, many others; brandishing a flag, so many have fallen for. Their false courage, protected by numbers and others. All in the name of hearsay. All for the possibility, of being accepted. By a darkness, they will never understand, or try to.
Don’t trust everything you hear; because it’s repeated by power. Don’t trust everything you see; because it’s covered in roses. Dig deep, trust in yourself.
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In a Nation so filled with hate.
As we head to the mountains, those filled with hate; set-up along our familiar path. Eagerly, waiting to cast their shadows of hatred and ignorance. Patiently waiting, to seed acts of intimidation and discuss. Grown men, brandishing large sidearms, using electronics to irritate a defenseless service dog. Intent to silence anyone, and anything exposing the truth. The truth of a Nation, resorting to using the lowest forms of human existence. Using tactics once used by those, in white robes. Using tactics and devices, used by our military, by law enforcement.
Gangstalking and Workplace Mobbing; are the biggest threat, to our democracy. Gangstalking and Workplace Mobbing are the main factor behind the majority of Mass Shootings. Those shooters, being forced into a corner; unseen by most Americans. A corner of desperation, isolation, and darkness.
Please educate yourself on Gangstalking and Workplace Mobbing. They truly are the main motive, for most of these Mass Shootings. I can give you facts, all day long. You’ll get more benefit, if you search yourself. I’m not saying this for fame. I have that, in a very dark world. A world I hope you never see. Help me shed light on a topic, our legislators, law enforcement, government agencies; so desperately want to keep hidden.
If you're a victim of Gangstalking and Workplace Mobbing; violence is not the answer you're looking for. Exposure of these atrocities; being carried out by those involved in Gangstalking and Workplace Mobbing are.
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Lewiston City Hall is located in downtown Lewiston Maine. Built in 1890, It was made of brick with granite trim in a Gothic style with a mansard roof.
Remember the victims who died during the mass shooting in Oct 2023. The gunman’s mental health should be concerted prior of the shooting.
Orem, Utah.
Well we are up to 149 mass shootings so far. That's 1.44 per day! Shame on us! -- Courtesy Gun Violence Archive
Another mass shooting. This time the loss of 26 students and staff at : Newtown Elementary School, Connecticut which occurred this morning.
There was a shooting at a shopping mall in Portland, Oregon earlier this week as well. Portland is just south of where I live.
What's is this world coming to?
Koda the Magnificent, searches ahead for the 'Stupid Saturday People’. We headed to the mountains again, so Koda could get his daily exercise. We pull out of the drive; here comes a Firetruck, lights and sirens blazing. As we get closer to the mountains, here comes another. It was old, struggling to accelerate, after slowing down at an intersection. They must have cleared the dust from this relic. Once it passes; we get the ‘Stupid Saturday People’. They were waiting along the roadside. Like they often do. One even flips us off, as I drive by, giving him a smile and wave.
We drive to our usual spot, and start our walk. There’s the Perp in his red van. He had too much exposure in the last couple of weeks. So, yesterday, he was replaced with Billy-Bobs. They had their big truck, big six shooters, strapped to their sides. Slamming, slamming, and again slamming; their Billy-Bob truck doors. Trying, disparately, to fulfill their daily narcissistic needs. I told Koda to Leave It, Turn Right, and he does. We head across the wash, to an easy trail for me to navigate. As we do; the rapid gunfire begins. The plane circling above us; does his ‘Look at Me, Engine Stall’. Just like the ones in California, Colorado, and Wyoming. Next, there’s a loud explosion. It came from the area, we are staying at. When in the Motorhome, it will literally shake the fixtures. Just like in Colorado, and Wyoming.
Koda comes down the large hill he climbed. Walks over, with his nose, gives my left thigh a nudge, He’s letting me know, to be careful, the ‘Stupid Saturday People’ are out in full force. We get on the other side of the bluff, and by-golly, there sets one. We continue our walk, lost in the beauty that surrounds us. The weather amazing, things greening up all around us.
We make the turnaround, and head back towards our car. Here comes the Plane again, flying higher, because I’ve been taking pictures. He does his ‘Engine Stall’. Then, there’s another big explosion. More gunfire. God, these idiots are so predictable. I have my phone in my shirt pocket, so I can record all of this. Like I have, hundreds, maybe thousands of times. My left nipple has gone past being chaffed. It’s to the point of being rock hard. Kinda awkward, at times.
The Patriots of Stupidity, can shoot off fully automatic gunfire, build and detonate large explosive devices. All, on Public/Government, (BLM) lands. Again, no one gives a shit. Because; it’s done to intimidate, harass, and terrorize a Targeted Individual. Wouldn’t you say so, Mr FBI Director? We get back to the car, and here come the Village Idiots. They fly pass on the small highway to our south. Slowing down, revving engines, engine braking.
As we get closer to where we are staying; far, far ahead, I see Crazy Karen. She’s pulling into the drive we have to pull into, to get to our Motorhome. I looked at Koda, when I saw her, and say “Get ready for more Stupid”. By-golly, there she was, waiting outside of her car. Validating my 'Stupid Saturday People' theory. She's right in the middle of the drive. Waving her arms like a Scarecrow, without stick support. Here comes a little dog, from the other side of the drive. Koda, whimpers a bit. I’m not sure if he wants to tear her limpid arms off, or play with the little dog. He loves playing with other dogs. Stupid people, not so much. It’s one of many, conspired skits used, to get Koda worked up.
This is a typical ‘Stupid Saturday People’, day. We go through it every Saturday, and Sunday. Almost every day. With all the knowledge, at the tip of our fingertips, the click of a button. The United States of America’s society, has regressed back to the Stone Age. Gangstalking and Workplace Mobbing, Hate and Ignorance, have lead us there.
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The pass weekend, someone tried to poison Koda. I’ll begin with the events that started Friday night.
In retaliation to my last post; the Village Idiots of Mesa County Colorado, rallied around our camp. They started rolling in, late that afternoon. There was a large multiple camp, set up, to our Southwest. In case we decided to go for a walk. Throughout the night, more started rolling in. Zooming back and forth, pass the back of our motorhome. Then the hooping and hollering began, keeping us up after 2 am. I’m not against people having a good time, but this was about harassment, sleep deprivation. I think, I fell asleep around 3 am.
Saturday morning, we were woken at 6 am. Two trucks, one with a trailer, parked about 50 yards behind our motorhome. They had many other areas to park and unload. They slammed doors, tailgates, unloaded two motorcycles, started revving the engines, then drove behind, and to the left side of our motorhome. Once awake, I was unable to go back to sleep. I started the morning coffee, and took Koda out so he could pee. As he sniffs around, the Bottom Feeders, started rolling by. I call them Bottom Feeders, because; they feed off of hate, intimidation, fear, and the disparity of others. They were driving pass us with dogs, hanging out, or looking out of the vehicle windows. This is the same routine, carried out in Arizona and Wyoming. Each time I stepped out with Koda; they would drive, or ride by; trying to get him worked up. Not only would they use vehicles, but previously use; National Guard Jets, Helicopters, and Planes. Anything worthy of intimidation, harassment and sleep deprivation. As you can hear, see and read, throughout my photostream.
Some of the vehicles driving back and forth, I recognized. They were the same ones, driving back and forth on the highway, for weeks. Each time we stepped out of the motorhome. They were the same ones, pulling into, or waiting at a gas station, several miles from us. When we went in, or stopped. They would be inside, or rush inside, to crowd us at the register, stand at the soda machine; giving Koda stares of hate.
It’s still Saturday. We have our morning routine; wake, start coffee, Koda goes out to pee, I set out solar panels, Koda goes out to poo. As Koda scrunches up to poo, the airplane shows back up. It hasn’t been seen for a while. It’s usually the case after a post, but once they get the all clear, they start right back up. The plane circles around our camp, the Bottom Feeders start rolling by. Koda, with a concerning look on his face; trying so hard to pinch a loaf. He finally got it out; firm and consistent, as always. We sat outside for a bit. He had his morning chewy, I had my coffee. We then, went in for breakfast.
A bit later, the two guys with the motorcycles come back. They slam, make as much noise as possible, then stall as long as possible. Baiting; in hopes I would walk over for a confrontation. I didn’t, seeing the same tactics year after year.
Later that afternoon, Koda, gets anxious, starts panting, rushes to the front of the motorhome. He’s looking at me panting; something has him worked up. I know this, all to well. I ask him if he want to go out. He gives me his squeaky yes. He will do this long squeaky yawn, meaning yes. When he’s worked up like this; usually, the Bottom Feeders are in wait. Waiting for us to step out. This was the case. As Koda lifts his leg on a bush; here they come. Four black SUVs, come around the curve. They drive pass us slowly. Some with dogs, but all; giving us the stare-down. As they pass; the same plane circles just above their camps. I take a few picks of their vehicles, the plane disappears over the ridge-line. Koda, finished his pee, gives me the WTF look. We turn around to go back into the motorhome. The screen door is wide open. It latches firmly when closed, someone had to have opened it. We get this a lot, too. Perps, will also slide the small slider open (Gaslighting). It slides back and forth, so you can access the screen door handle when going out. I don’t see anything out of the ordinary, so we settle back in to watch a movie.
That night, we were kept awake. People and dogs, walking around our motorhome. As soon as I would dose off, Koda, would jump up, bark and stare out the bedroom windows. Another night of less than 4 hours sleep. These Bottom Feeders, love to keep their Targets sleep deprived. A person is more likely to act out in anger, and anguish, when sleep deprived. I don’t; thanks to The US Joint Services Special Operations; extreme POW training. Bring it on, Bottom Feeders….
It’s Sunday morning, and no, the Bottom Feeders were not off to church. Koda needed out quickly. He hits his leash with his nose and stands at the door. As soon as we stepped to the grassy area, he barely got scrunched up, and diarrhea shoots out; all liquid. He steps forward a bit, then more diarrhea. I ask if hes OK, he gives me the sad eyes. He takes a pee, I take a close look at it; for color and stream flow. We go back in. We had a couple of the Bottom Feeders going by, but I was more concerned about his stools. I make a coffee, start some toast, he wants back out. Same liquid diarrhea again. We go back inside, he lays on the hardwood floor, instead of his soft bed, placed in our tip-out. His pupils are dilated, he’s panting. It’s a cool morning, so it’s not from the heat. I check his capillary refill time, it normal. His gums seemed a bit cool to the touch. He pants for another 10 minutes, while I keep a close eye on him. I though it may be stress, from all the resent activity. He’s stayed pretty calm, but neither of us have had much sleep. He finally falls asleep, in front of his favorite fan. I get my morning news fix on, glancing over at him often. I’m kinda wired myself, getting a second wind, the caffeine kicking in. I like my coffee bold; like the leather thong underwear, I’m wearing. Kidding guys, just kidding, about my coffee.
Koda wakes, he seems to be feeling better. We go out for his morning pee; here come the Bottom Feeders. Once back in, two motorcycles zoomed to our left side. They stop just to the rear of our motorhome, revving engines, getting Koda worked up. Wearing full-face helmets, not looking up once, to show their faces. Setting there for what seemed forever, just revving engines.
It’s still cool, so I ask him if he wants to go for a short walk. Fuck the Bottom Feeders, my guy wants to go for a walk. We head for the hill, that they are camped on the other side of. As soon as we break the crest; here they come. First the tan, old, Ford Explorer. Then the white Ford Excursion. Vehicles I’ve seen way to many times, to be a coincidence. We get the stare of hate, from the first one, the what am I doing wrong; from the other. As we walk the dirt road, pass their Community of Hate Camp; we get the Half-wit show from hell. One young woman flailing a large orange object, up and down. Billy-Bob, rushes up the ladder, to the top of a Class C motorhome. Other Meth-head looking Perps, grabbing dogs and slamming doors. It was quite the stupid-fest. We walked pass their camp, and onto a trail, that circles around to our camp. Just as we got to the top of a hill, overlooking our camp; the high-powered rifle, gunfire begins. It was a short hike, about 1.5 miles. Koda, and I, both not feeling to well. As we headed back to camp, the Bottom Feeders broke down theirs, and were heading out. All, slowly driving pass our camp. One stopped to talk to a burgundy Dodge Pick-up, that does the poo drive by on a regular bases. He drives to our west, just on the other side of a hill. So, he can later pick-up on the gunfire, when we step out of the motorhome.
Fuck these guys. I was more concerned about Koda. He didn’t want his regular chewy that morning, or the Milk-Bone treat, when we got back. He laid back down on the hardwood floor. I boiled some rice, cut up some cooked chicken breast. The rice to settle his stomach, the chicken for protein. He didn’t eat it until later. The guy in the burgundy truck, waiting to repeat the gunfire, the moment we step out. Later that afternoon, Koda had another round of diarrhea. He did finish the rice and chicken, looked and acted better. It was another night with little sleep. The Bottom Feeders; jack braking large trucks, accelerating with loud exhaust, on the highway. It lasted to 3 am, in the morning.
We got up Monday morning, Koda, almost back to his perky and goofy self. We stepped out for his morning pee. As he does; here comes Billy-Bob, in his Billy-Bob truck. He slowly drives pass us, a few feet away. I’ve seen this guy several times before. On the highway, on the dirt road passing our camp, and his truck at the station, down the road. We go inside, Koda gets his chewy treat. I make a coffee, get my news fix on. Like Koda, my stools are as predictable as his. I head to the toilet, for my morning poo. Koda, comes and lays in the hall, next to me. He grabs his rope, out of his toy box. It’s time for tug-of-war. This is great, if your constipated, and setting on a toilet. It’s something he started a long time ago. If I’m on the toilet to long, he gets board. I’m just finishing, he drops the rope, rushes to the front of the motorhome. He’s jumping from drivers to passenger seat, barking out each window. I usually ignore it, most of the time. It’s one of the Sociopaths, needing their daily dose of attention.
This time, he was really worked up. I finished, walked to the passenger seat window and looked out. It was Billy-Bob, from earlier. He drives away quickly, onto the highway. Koda, jumped down from the seat, started eating something on the floor. Someone, had slid the drivers side screen open, and thrown dog food onto the floor, under the drivers seat. I stopped Koda immediately, and took a good look at the food. I took pictures, it was not his dog food. It was totally different, in color and shape. I’ve had this same dog food, thrown on our floor, while dumping and filling tanks; in Arizona and Wyoming. I keep him on a premium food, and watch his diet closely. This was not his dog food! After taking pictures, I tossed it in the trash.
Billy-Bob gone, Koda, wanted out again. He seemed to be feeling better, and gives me the yes; for a walk. We didn’t go far, he had another bout of diarrhea and headed back. I got to thinking; it must have been that dog food. Saturday, when we had the convoy of hate, the screen door was open. Someone could have put some under the drivers seat (that’s where it always shows up), and Koda could have eaten it, while I was occupied. We had a lot of Half-wit action, over the weekend.
I had taken pictures of Billy-Bob, his truck and truck plates. I called the Sheriff’s department, and told them someone was trying to poison my dog. They sent an officer out fairly quickly (a first). The officer parked on the road behind us, walked up to our camp. Koda, greeted him with wagging tail, and hopes of kisses. The first thing the officer said was “you have a clean camp”. I told him I worked in Yosemite, care about the waterway that’s close, and public lands. He was very receptive, took pictures of the pictures I had, of Billy-Bob and his truck. He asked if I had pissed someone off recently. I told him I was a Government Whistleblower. I said; all you have to do now-a-days, is look at someone the wrong way, and you have 20 some people mobbing you. I’m not afraid to stand up for myself. Went on to tell him about, the weekend of local Bottom-Feeders. That I’ve seen many of them at the station, and passing back and forth. When we step out of the motorhome. He said something about Meth-heads, the busy road, and a lot of motorcycles, in this area. I pointed to where the two trucks parked Saturday morning, waking us up. They were not Meth-heads. They were driving 60-70 Thousand dollar trucks. The Black Ford Superduty had an American Flag decal covering the back window. It also had, a local Home Builder Decal, on the back window. Colorado Plate # BUH-T20.
The officer came in; looked at the dog food, I still had in the trash. Asked to look at Koda’s food. I said sure. He said “It looks fancy”. He filled out the report. He politely, gave me some advice on where I may move to. I told him, I wasn’t moving until I was forced to. My funds are limited, and I needed to watch my spending. I have a couple of appointments, at the Grand Junction, VA. He gave me a card with the case number and left.
The rest of the day was so quiet, so was Tuesday. This is common, until the Bottom Feeders get the go-ahead. Tuesday night, the noise campaign picked back up. Again, about 4 hours sleep. Wednesday, when we woke; the Black Ford with the Decals, and plate # BUH-T20, was parked in the same spot. He waits until were up, Koda takes his pee, then comes back with his motorcycle. Slamming doors, other crap, and tailgate. Waiting around, for me to come over and say something. Fuck him, I didn’t. He’s just another Want-a-bee. He wants to be noticed, wants to feel important, wants a pat on the back from his buddies. FUCK HIM, and his buddies! Then we had the another Want-a-bee, waiting at the top of the hill. Waiting for Koda and I, to step out again. So, he could drive slowly by. As he does, Koda lets out a loud yelp. Sets down quickly, aggressively scratching his left shoulder. They use Electronic Torture, on him too.
It’s Thursday morning. The trucks kept us up pass 3 am. Then, wake us up again, before 7 am. I take Koda out to pee; two State Highway Dump trucks drive pass, jack breaking. Almost breaking their necks; looking at us, as they pass on the highway. I’m writing this on about 3 hours sleep. As I do, the white plane is back. Looks like the same one, over the weekend. It circles over the motorhome twice. 1:08 pm, Koda is acting anxious. He goes to the front of the motorhome, sets looking at me, panting. I know it’s Bottom-Feeder time. We go out. As he lifts his leg on a bush; the plane is back. It flies right over us, high enough, not to have it’s numbers recognized. It banks back toward the Grand Junction, Airport. I broke my only long lens in Arizona. It happened; as my left leg dragged, caught on a rock, and I fell. I busted my nose, lips and the lens. Koda, leaning over me, licking the blood from my face.
I used to say “This is not the United States, it can’t be who we are”. The hard truth is; this is the United States of America, in it’s true form. These Gang Stalkers, before, hiding in the shadows. Not anymore. Knowing our Government, our Career Legislators; could care less about the American People. They could care less about who lives or dies, in this country. As long as their Corporate Buddies, the Defense Contractors; keep feeding their campaigns, their coffers. Our own President, showing where his loyalties lie. Holding public meetings with his Corporate Friends, while their employees struggle to feed themselves and their families. He talks about the 1%, that serves this country, but signs Billions away to the Chip Industries, before the Veterans in direr need of medical care. And, when they get that funding; Administrators and Staff, will pick and chose who may or may not receive care. As billions are funneled off to contractors. Where is Nancy? Off poking the bear in the eye. Securing her and her husbands special interest. The Republicans are no better! Me, waiting, being denied, delayed; of any meaningful diagnosis, or prognosis. By the staff at the Grand Junction and Phoenix, VA Hospitals. Meanwhile, being Gaslighted, told “We look forward to seeing you. Have a Great Day”. Wouldn’t you say so; Ruth….
My daughter begging me to “Come On Home”. Telling me, she doesn’t want to find me dead, laying on my floor. Like my sister did our father. A loving father, tormented by PTSD . Tormented, by his neighbor's children; because of the color of his skin, his accent. How can I tell her; I cant bring this shit to her door. Her family’s door. How can I tell her; it may be sooner than expected because of the VA. Because of the Government Contractors; testing Direct Energy Weapons, on US Citizens. The CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security Directors; turning their backs on the American People. American History, repeating itself...
I’m not trying to be a drama queen. The truth is often ugly and hidden. Here you have it. Please, don’t take it lightly. This is what happens to United States Citizens, that dare to speak out, about the vast corruption within our government, the defense and medical industry, and corporate America. This is what happens to Targeted Individuals, Whistleblowers, in the United States of America.
I don’t want your pity, your money, or fame. I want the World to know the truth, about the United States of America.
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The Root Causes of most Mass Shootings are; Gang Stalking and Workplace Mobbing. Please educate yourself on both. It’s one of America’s best kept secrets.
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This group of photos were taken near the PULSE Night Club in downtown Orlando. Governor of the State of Florida Rick Scott was there to comfort some friends of victims and many reporters are still on the scene. The PULSE night club itself was heavily fortified by law enforcement and many people are setting up a memorial place near Orland Health, where is about just a few hundred yards away.
Walking Across Fire Part 4
As I mentioned in the previous post; I asked a Walmart employee, where the bratwurst are. After I asked, we were making our way to that section. Two employees, come over to a cart that was by the brats. One of those employees, walks towards us, bends over and wipes something off the floor. He then goes back to the cart, you see in this picture. This same employee, parked by us in the parking lot, on 1-23-23. He then showed up in the meat department, to witness the people blocking us, in that area. This was on a previous post; Domestic Terrorism In America, Part 21.
Now, here he is again; the man by the cart, with his hands in his apron pockets. He and another employee, set up by the bratwurst, then, the woman you see with the cart, parks her cart to block Koda and I, from getting through. She walks away, with her red purse, and leaves her cart there. They love to use colors, to identify themselves; as Gang Stalkers. It’s also used to raise the anxiety level, of the Target. Koda, and I, unable to squeeze through.
Again, others, unaware of what is actually happening; wouldn’t think anything about this. The Target (Koda and I), know exactly what is going on. I’ll repeat; I asked where the bratwurst are, then we are blocked again, trying to get through that area. This is the same Walmart, in Buckeye, Arizona. This went on throughout our trip (3-8-23); one section after another.
What I didn’t mention; was the Air Force Jets, that did a dive in this Walmart parking lot, when we arrived. They did the same, on our previous visit to this store. Also, at another Walmart, we visited several weeks ago, in Avondale, AZ. They, too, did it at many other Walmart stores.
What I did mention; was after heavy mobbing, the Village Idiots, showing up, brandishing a huge American Flag, in the back of their trucks. The Village Idiots, didn’t disappoint. I’ll be posting those in a future post. Gang Stalking, and most Community Stalking, is one of our Governments, hidden secrets. Targets are overwhelmed, by these combined efforts. Americans, are left with agencies, expected to investigate themselves. We know how well that works…. These are some of the many acts; using Military and other Government agencies (VA), to discredit, and overwhelm their Target. Can you imagine, trying to explain this to a family member? These are facts, not Conspiracy Theories. You can hear the use of Air Force, and National Guard aircraft, throughout my photostream. If you would like to hear more; let me know, and I ‘ll post them. We continually have them, as I work on our motorhome, venture out for a walk, and when we return.
Gang Stalking, Community Mobbing, and Workplace Mobbing, are some of the major factors, in Mass Shootings. I don’t condone it in any way. But, there are Americans; so overwhelmed, they take drastic measures. You take away everything a person has to live for. You isolate that person. Likewise, you keep them sleep-deprived. Overwhelm them, and back them into a corner; they become dangerous.
A couple of weeks ago; Koda, and I, were coming out of a large medical building. We were mobbed, while in there. The staff constantly fake coughed, while in their lobby. When we stepped out of the building; there was a woman, just outside the doors, smoking. She blew a big puff of smoke, Koda and I, had to walk through. This was staged. I asked the woman; if she had nothing better to do, than expose someone walking out of a medical building, to second hand smoke? She replied; “there is a lot of shit going on in this world, if you don’t like it, why don’t kill yourself”.
There are a lot of hidden things going on, in the United States of America. One thing that has come to the surface; is the many filled with hate, and are openly able to dispense that hate, towards others. If you’re a victim of Gang Stalking, Workplace Mobbing or Community Mobbing; violence is not the answer. Document, record, and video it. Expose those involved. These perpetrators are brave, when they are backed with numbers, law enforcement, and government agencies. Many will cower, if they think they will be exposed. Many are just simple-minded, filled with hate and ignorance. They have to be, when they use their own children, pets, and animals; to harass others.
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Violence is not the answer, exposure is.
Walking Across Fire Part 2
In a previous a post, I titled it Walking Across Fire, because of the Mobbing and Harassment at Walmart stores. Here we are again.
What you see here, is a mob of Walmart employees. Setting up to mob and block, Koda, and I. We received much of the same, as we go from one department to another. The Mobbing and Blocking started just after Koda, and I entered the store. This was on 3-8-23, at Walmart, 1050 S Watson Rd. Buckeye, AZ. 85326.
The Mobbing first started in Personal Care, just after we entered. This time I used my phone camera, and took pictures of each incident. The aisle to personal care had displays set up in the center. On one side of the displays; there were 3 employees (2 same as last visit), set up blocking with a cart. I stepped over to the other side of the aisle, and here comes another employee, with a large cart; followed by another with a cart, blocking our rout. We made it to the aisle I wanted, to find an older woman, blocking the product I wanted. She didn’t have a cart. She just stood there, in front of the item I wanted. I took a picture of all of it. Soon after, a man shows up to block us as we leave that aisle. Along with another Walmart employee. Again, I took another picture.
We headed to the dog food section, to get Koda, some well deserved treats. He’s a real trooper through all of this. As we stepped out of the dog section, we get blocked by another employee, pulling a small cart, with a few cases of water. She met us again leaving housewares, said excuse me again, then it may have been a couple more times in the grocery department. Again, saying sorry. In my last post, I mentioned being constantly blocked by employees, at the bottled water.
The group, you see in the picture, were spread out to block the entire aisle. I’m pushing a cart, Koda, to my left side. I was heading to office supplies to get more note pads, for my daily journals. Yep folks, there was a cart set up there, blocking the small note pads, I purchase regularly. One of the women from that group, rushed over after I moved it. She says, sorry, I’ll move that.
This trip, we had an employee waiting at the water with a big cart again. I took a picture. There were two women on the other side of him. Making it almost impossible to get through. One of the women asked what I was doing. I told her; each time I come in this store, my dog and I, are blocked, again and again, by employees and other people. I told her, my dog and I are constantly harassed, on a regular basses. People reach out to pet, or touch him, and block us in front of items I purchase. The guy at the bottled water soon left, two more employees showed up, just to stand there and look at us.
Again, I struggled to get two cases of water, set far back on the pallet. No one offered to help. Koda will set behind the cart, or beside the pallet.
We were being mobbed and blocked at every item, I purchased. We were in the bread aisle (a major mobbing area), I took a couple of pictures. A woman with a Walmart smock, asked if she could help me. I told her no, I’m documenting the harassment we receive every time we come in this store. I told her, from Walmart employees, and others filled with hate. She asked if I spoke to management about it. I said, yes, last year and the year before. It caused more retaliation. She said, we have a new manager. I told her, it doesn’t matter, I’ll still just receive more of the same. I said, I was being blocked by employees at items, I normally purchase. Her excuse was; we are doing inventory. Does it look like the group, in the picture, are doing inventory? I told her; on my last visit here, on 2-21-23; I was blocked by eight employees, lined up at the self-checkout. I asked if they had nothing better to do, than block a man and his service dog. A woman named Kim, smartly, and loudly replies; We live to block you!
The store managers have cameras, and technologies, to track and record your every movement. They can see this! I’m not saying everyone, in this picture, is involved in Gang Stalking. It only takes a couple, to gather unsuspected people, to witness the reaction of a Target. That’s what they want; A Reaction, from the Target. Each time I did ask to speak to the Store Manager, I stood around forever, while more employees would come by, to get their licks in. They would only send out a low level employee, that didn’t give a shit. Just like the Buckeye, Police, doesn’t give a shit.
After the bread aisle, I politely asked an employee where the bratwurst were. She pointed to the area. By the time we reached it; two employees, with a cart, were set up right in front the bratwurst. Then, a woman with an almost empty cart; parks it to block the rest of the aisle, and walks away from it. I received the same at frozen fruit, yogurt, dairy, poultry, and produce. I’ll be posting this store's mobbing, in the future.
In my last post, I also mentioned the use of American flags, after a day like this. This day was no different. I-10, was backed up for miles. I took a different way to our motorhome, to be stalled (Slowed down) by truck, after truck. Then an SUV, turns around in front of me, at another road construction site. He had his window down, cigarette dangling from his lips, bright orange shirt, a small American Flag, mounted on his dash. Grinning, Village Idiot written all over his face, as he drives pass us.
A couple of months ago, there were two different, Mass Shootings; by Walmart employees, shooting other Walmart employees. They were quickly dismissed as Workplace Violence. I asked again, what was the root cause of this Workplace Violence?
If you are a victim of Workplace Mobbing; violence is not the answer. Reporting it to HR, can cause more retaliation. It did so, while I worked in Yosemite National Park. Keep a note pad, document every event. If you are being harassed in the workplace, or anyplace for that matter; you have the right to record, and or video it. I know it may be hard, but try not to dwell on it. This type of Mobbing and Harassment, is not restricted to the Workplace. Many times, large employers, will have it done at your home, public areas and venues. They will do anything, and spare any cost, to discredit you. With me, our own Government Agencies, will spare any cost, to discredit me, silence me, incarcerate me.
Is this the America you are proud of? Is this the America, you want for your children, your grandchildren? Our kids already have enough stressors in their lives. We have record high teen suicide
rates. The bullying in our schools, goes unanswered. Even, with the wife of our current President, having teaching degrees. Legislators, and Governors, trying to suppress the truth about American History, in our schools. That’s another subject. I may address in the future.
As I said, the Buckeye, Police, doesn’t give a shit. County Law Enforcement, doesn’t give a shit. The FBI, doesn’t give a shit. Even though, this Terrorism crosses State Lines. There are laws broken, like; interference with a Service Dog. Our Constitutional Rights, of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. Laws under the Patriot Act. Free speech is not free, in the United States of America. We have 18 Intelligence Agencies, in the US. Why does our Society, keep getting dumber?
Gang Stalking, Workplace Mobbing, is thriving in the United States!
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A little over 100 people marched in front of the US Consulate this afternoon in solidarity with March For Our Live events taking place across the United States.
These protests were triggered by the killing of 17 high school kids in Florida. Many protested NRA power that allows civilians to own military guns. Many of which are used in mass shootings.
I didn't see any signs protesting guns in Canada even though, according to the Canadian Coalition For Gun Control, it is becoming an issue here as well.
In the News:
* Anger over gun laws voiced at March for Our Lives in Calgary - Global News (video)
This group of photos were taken near the PULSE Night Club in downtown Orlando. Governor of the State of Florida Rick Scott was there to comfort some friends of victims and many reporters are still on the scene. The PULSE night club itself was heavily fortified by law enforcement and many people are setting up a memorial place near Orland Health, where is about just a few hundred yards away.
The victims of the Route 91 Harvest Country Music Festival mass shooting are commemorated on the remembrance wall of the newly opened Las Vegas Community Healing Garden in downtown Las Vegas, Nev., Oct. 7, 2017. (Photo by Jason Ogulnik)
You can read my blog post about this image and it's original source here onbeingbecoming.com/2022/05/27/political-inaction-i-hope-... if it offends you - go look at some feel-good, snuggly kittens, puppies and bunnies.
Hundreds of people marched in Vernon Hills this past Saturday to protest school shootings and the epidemic of gun violence that plagues the country. They came from all over the northern suburbs of Chicago. From grannies to children, they all wished to express their feeling that "Enough if Enough", and that it's time for common sense gun reform. Military grade assault rifles that can fire hundreds of rounds per minute have no place on our streets. Kids shouldn't be afraid to go to school. Schools are places for education, not active shooter lockdown drills. Teachers expressed their outrage over suggestions that they be armed. They want to teach, not carry weapons. More guns equal more violence.
Street Scene in Istanbul. I was walking with my family and taking photos when we stumbled upon this scene!
Happy Slider Sunday!!!!
On Oct. 5, 2017, at the East Las Vegas Community Center, Lisa Bailey, third from left, and other attendees listen as Nev. Sen. Pat Spearman, D-North Las Vegas, speaks during a vigil to commemorate the victims of the Route 91 Harvest Country Music Festival mass shooting.
Hundreds of people marched in Vernon Hills this past Saturday to protest school shootings and the epidemic of gun violence that plagues the country. They came from all over the northern suburbs of Chicago. From grannies to children, they all wished to express their feeling that "Enough if Enough", and that it's time for common sense gun reform. Military grade assault rifles that can fire hundreds of rounds per minute have no place on our streets. Kids shouldn't be afraid to go to school. Schools are places for education, not active shooter lockdown drills. Teachers expressed their outrage over suggestions that they be armed. They want to teach, not carry weapons. More guns equal more violence.
US Government Sponsored Terrorism Against Us Citizens
What you hear, in the audio, is not the plane pictured. I’ll get to that in a minute. It was an Air Force Jet, from Luke Air Force Base. I had to turn down the gain. At normal volume, it was overwhelming.
In my last post; Part 26, I mentioned Air Force Jets, diving, as I pulled into Walmart parking lots, when we arrived. That was posted on 3-15-23. Two days later, 3-17-23; I took Koda out for his morning poo. We were out for 17 minutes. As we started to step back into our Motorhome; the jet you hear, comes out of nowhere, and takes a dive at our Motorhome. If you look through my photostream; you can find other post, where Air Force and National Guard Jets, dive at our Motorhome. The last one posted was titled “Not A Storm”. That was when we were boondocking, on the Western Slope, in Colorado. You can go back further, and find some, when we were boondocking in Wyoming. We are currently staying in the desert, in Arizona. Two days after I posted, Air Force Jets diving at us, in Walmart parking lots, this one shows up, and dives at our Motorhome; it's not a coincidence. I know it's not! This is one of the many ways, the United States Government; intimidates, and terrorizes, its citizens; that dare to expose the truth about their illegal operations. It’s a violation of our Constitution!
If you look through our photostream; you can see the many times, Koda and I, are harassed, when I take him out to use the bathroom. Those involved in Gang Stalking, will wait all day, for a chance to get their hate on. I could go on, about the way Whistleblowers, and others, are silenced in the United States. All you have to do is look through our photostream. These are facts. Not Conspiracy Theory's.
Now, to the plane in the picture. This was also, on 3-17-23. Koda and I, went for a walk. Just like every walk we take, for exercise, or to enjoy our surroundings; a plane shows up. This one flies up to us, then banks around in the other direction. I had my camera, with a 600 mm lens. This plane is registered to Lufthansa Aviation Training. Its registration number, on the side, is N851EF. You can look it up on the FAA: Aircraft Registration. You can also look up numbers N836EF, and N837EF, on the FFA Registry. They all belong to Lufthansa Aviation. They are two other planes, that follow us around on walks, when we leave our Motorhome, and as I work on the Motorhome. I have pictures showing all three of these planes; harassing us.
I was working on the Motorhome, getting it ready to head for our Colorado return, this spring. Their planes flew circles over, and around our Motorhome, while locals, tampered with the Motorhome, and my equipment. The noise would drown-out, the local Bottom Feeders. While I was under, and to the front of our Motorhome. The perps would unlatch my cargo doors, and move my equipment. This was on 3-11-23, 3-12-23. 3-18-23, and 3-19-23. These same three planes, would follow us, stall their engine (to draw attention), repeatedly, throughout the area. I have the pictures to prove it. While on short walks, these planes would show up, repeatedly circle; as the locals, would illegally go inside our Motorhome. They would turn off the frig, turn on lights, put dog food under the drive's seat, and tampe with and move things. This morning while getting around; three planes; one right after the other, dove directly over the top of our Motorhome. Well below, the FFA 500 feet rule.
Lufthansa Group, is a German based Aviation company, with over 580 subsidiaries. They have an Aviation Training subsidiary, located at 1658 S Litchfield Rd, Goodyear, Arizona. Like I’ve mentioned in our photostream; I don’t jump to concussions, or give you theories, I do my research and present you facts.
Gangstalking in the United States, has government backing. While our Vice President (I don’t do anything about our borders) Harris; goes on about Russia’s Crimes Against Humanity; the United States, is doing the same, to its own citizens. This is not a Democrat, or Republican thing. It's those running our Government Agencies. Our tax dollars, in the trillions, going to these agencies; as Americans struggle to put food on the tables, put a roof over their heads, put gas in their cars, try to get health care.
Now, imagine; a young adult, not have the maturity, the comprehension, of these Domestic Attacks. How do you think, they may handle it?
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At the Washington Monument flags fly at half staff in mourning for the victims of the mass shootings at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida. Dome of the U.S. Capitol is in background. @AMarch4OurLives
Broken windows used as a perch by gunman Stephen Paddock during the Route 91 Harvest Country Music Festival mass shooting are seen at Mandalay Bay hotel-casino in Las Vegas, Nev., Oct. 5, 2017.
The pressure of the moment can cause someone to kill someone
or something
—from "The Pressure of the Moment," by Dara Wier
Fallen can refer to many things: to leaves lying on pavement; Adam and Eve; soldiers killed in battle; twin towers; those twenty-six, twenty of them six- and seven-year-olds, in an elementary school called Sandy Hook; the nine at a college in Oregon; the twelve at a movie theater in Aurora, Colorado; the nine at a church in Charleston; the fourteen murdered at a Christmas party in San Bernardino; the forty-nine at a gay nightclub in Orlando. I've not even mentioned the number of injured and wounded, or the families who must live with the aftermath of these horrific events. As we Americans know, what I've listed only scratches the surface (303 homicides, as I write, in Chicago up to this point in 2016).
Can we even keep track anymore? The horror has become commonplace, normal, almost—dare I say it?—routine, so much so that horror may not be the right word anymore. How can something be horrific if our collective reaction to it is temporary, makes no lasting impression, causes no change? I hate that I don't remember more of them—Columbine, Virginia Tech come to mind as I write this—but how many have I, have we, forgotten (see "The math of mass shootings")? How have we become so demoralized, so inured to gun violence, that we're willing to accept it as the status quo? What's happened to our moral indignation? Why, after this latest event, are we more than likely to say, as we throw up our hands yet again, "There's nothing to be done."
I don't know about you, but I'm fed up with moments of silence. Time to speak out, time to, as Dara Wier writes, "do something." Isn't some common sense about guns at least part of the answer? If you're interested in exploring this path, Everytown for Gun Safety may be a good place to start (Wikepedia gives a concise history of the organization).
(for Poetography, Theme 179—Moment; Literary Reference in PIctures)
This group of photos were taken near the PULSE Night Club in downtown Orlando. Governor of the State of Florida Rick Scott was there to comfort some friends of victims and many reporters are still on the scene. The PULSE night club itself was heavily fortified by law enforcement and many people are setting up a memorial place near Orland Health, where is about just a few hundred yards away.
This group of photos were taken near the PULSE Night Club in downtown Orlando. Governor of the State of Florida Rick Scott was there to comfort some friends of victims and many reporters are still on the scene. The PULSE night club itself was heavily fortified by law enforcement and many people are setting up a memorial place near Orland Health, where is about just a few hundred yards away.
.... Four Canadians were among those who died in the deadliest mass shooting in modern U.S. history, at the Route 91 Harvest Country Music Festival on October 1st, 2017 in Las Vegas.
Jordan McIldoon, 23, of Maple Ridge, British Columbia, Jessica Klymchuk, 34, of Valleyview, Alberta., Calla Medig, 28, of Jasper, Alberta and Tara Roe Smith, 34, of Okotoks, Alberta, are among the 59 people killed, at least seven other Canadians were wounded. .... American flag at half mast, United States Consulate, Toronto, Ontario, Canada
Vegas Strong march attendees prepare to walk along the Strip from Caesars Palace hotel-casino to New York New York hotel-casino in Las Vegas on Nov. 9, 2017. The march was organized by Culinary Union Local 226 to support the victims of the Oct. 1 Route 91 Harvest music festival mass shooting. (Jason Ogulnik/Las Vegas Review-Journal)
.... Danforth Avenue closed for several blocks due to police crime scene investigation. Gunfire rang out along a busy Toronto street on July 22, 2018, leaving three people dead, including the shooter - 29-year-old Faisal Hussain.
Toronto police say a total of 15 people were shot by Hussain with a handgun. According to Ontario’s Special Investigations Unit, two people were killed by Hussain who “fired shots at groups of people several times” while walking along Danforth Avenue. Danforth Avenue is a busy street known for its restaurants, cafes and shops. It often draws large crowds of people looking for dinner and nightlife .... UPDATE - Faisal Hussain ID'd as gunman in deadly Danforth attack, family statement says Hussain suffered from mental health issues.