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Gangstalking, the defining issue of our time.
The ultimate goal of gangstalking is to use a targeted individual's material surroundings as weapons against him, in such a way as to cause permanent psychological and or physical injuries to him so as to drive him into the "institutionalization" mechanism, including perpetual mental hospital stays, from the psychological stressors of gangstalking, and/or habitual incarceration from a life of crime, induced by the hopelessness of the disruptive and burdensome gangstalking campaign against him. Homelessness is a part of the menu of attacks against a targeted individual, as he finds it impossible, or nearly impossible to attain an advanced college degree, or gainful long-term employment due to the disruptive and subversive nature of the gangstalking campaign against him.
$ There is a " Follow the Money " element to gangstalking; it is generally as follows : $ Derived car accidents - stimulate the auto body repair and car insurance industries $
$ The induced health problems causes by gangstalking's psychological stressors and food contamination artificially create a need for physician and hospital visits, and drug prescription fulfillment. $
Gangstalking Campaign : When a targeted person is formally selected and placed in what is designed to be a life-long war involving a standing army of strangers and acquaintances alike who act, speak, provoke, and sometimes attack the targeted person in similar ways in apparent uniformity. (The placement of a targeted individual into a gangstalking campaign involves a computerized mechanism, of which we will be addressed). Breaking-and-entering to a targeted individual's homenis common in a gangstalking campaign. Burglaries, vandalism, theft, and unprovoked verbal, and physical attacks are additionally a part of the gangstalking repertoire against a targeted person.
24/7 Tracking, Surveillance, and disruption.
Synchronized Obstruction of Movement - The systemic timed obstruction of your natural movement: Walking, Jogging, Running, Biking, Driving....
1. Messy Divorce 2. Beneficiary 3. Outspoken on a particular political issue. 4. A vocal political dissident. 5. You simply make the wrong enemy
6. You get rich quick 7. Stand out high school personality 8. You evade cultural norms and standards 9. You "divorce" institutions 10. You are a trendsetter, or influencer of other people's behavior, beliefs and attitudes. 11. Your name and vital statistics are maliciously and stealthily placed in a computerized gang member database.
How to fight gangstalking:
Harness the power of the internet through blogs, personal webpages, and social media to raise awareness, namely that of elected officials about the reality and tyranny of gangstalking.
Document the tangible effects of your gangstalking campaign as often as possible, namely, through digital and video documentation.
The Gangstalking campaign appears to have a hierarchy. Street-level, workplace, academic, familial, and general interpersonal stalking.
People from every demographic, social class, profession, and educational background participates.
The goal is to expose the targeted person to a potentially deadly interaction with a repeated gangstalker.
A targeted person often encounters weather manipulation via the Haarp program. Directed Energy can induce rainfall if aimed and fired at a rain cloud and a wildfire if aimed and fired into a lush forest.
The targeted individual often experiences food contamination, gaslighting, oddly rude or disruptive neighbors, bad police encounters, bad experiences with the USPS and other mail services, and so on.
The end-goal of a gangstalking campaign against a targeted person is a multifaceted slow-death torture mechanism. The goals are as follows: To induce in the target's psychological state psychosis, agoraphobia, and or other debilitating psychological disorders; while instilling in the target a hatred for their government, its representatives and law enforcers, a hatred for people, as well as inducing confusion and self-doubt in the target which is supposed to lead to the target "going off the deep-end" and committing a mass murder or other heinous crime which would almost definitely lead to death by law enforcement or the military, known as suicide-by-cop, or to drive the targeted individual to just plain suicide, which is a person choosing to end their own life.
After a targeted individual dies, their gangstalking campaign does not end, it simply morphs into something different, namely the defecation of the targeted person's remains and their memory. Examples include making mannakins out of the targeted person's corpse and displaying it publicly... selling his organs on the black market, (O.K.A. Organ Harvesting)
The culprits behind gangstalking are ultimately the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and the worldwide Latino community which it sustains as the chosen race for the New Christian Age.
"In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace which he lavished upon us." Eph 1:7
Let Him lavish His love on you. Let Him sweep you away.
"For God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him." 1 John 4:16
"For you used to be darkness; but now, united with the Lord, you are light, live as children of light." Eph 5:8
Handsome Yoshio wears "Tokyo Sleek Him'. Nothing like leather and fine wool to make one feel well-prepared for a night out.
I was able to catch him just before it drove off.
The Renault 6 shared the platform with the Renault 4. It had a larger and more modern body which has some resemblance of the 1965-1980 Renault 16.
In June 1973 phase 2 was introduced. It received a face-lifted front and rear end.
845 cc L4.
735 kg.
Production R6 in France: October 1968-1980, in Spain till 1986.
Production R6 this version: Oct. 1968-1971.
Original first reg. number: 1969.
New Dutch reg. number: Spring 2005.
Private import.
Amsterdam-Noord, Oostzanerdijk, May 6, 2012.
© 2012 Sander Toonen Amsterdam | All Rights Reserved
Treat him generously, for you do not want to experience his tricks...`~'
This is a bit of a re-do of an image I posted last Halloween.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Ville Valo of HIM 11/13/07
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My husband comes home from work every day with stories about Cami, the Lab-Shorthair mix pup that belongs to the owner of the shop next to him. He's watched him grow from an eight week old into just short of eight months. I finally had an opportunity to meet him this weekend. He is pretty special--lots of love in that wiggly body!! And I noticed when my husband packed his own box of goodies for the week to take to work this morning, first and foremost was a box of dog buscuits!
I saw him sitting at a table in a food court in downtown Toronto and of course it was his cowboy hat which immediately caught my attention. It made a stylish impression, especially when combined with his beige turtleneck and sports coat. He just didn’t look like you would expect to see him in a food court in downtown Toronto. The light was awful (as it is in most food courts) so before approaching him I walked down the hallway and scouted out an area where windows were letting natural light spill in. I returned to the food court, hoping he would still be there. He was. I leaned over and introduced myself and he met me with a wide grin revealing very few teeth but a ton of warmth. He had a strong handshake and a heavy accent. Meet Ahmed, the Moroccan Cowboy.
Ahmed assured me that I wasn’t interrupting anything important and he was happy to gather up his things and follow me down the hallway and pose for a few photos. En route he explained that he had been photographed by a newspaper photographer but I had trouble understanding the details. I said “So, you’re ALREADY famous?” He laughed. I told him that his western hat had drawn my attention from a distance and asked where it came from. Again, the story was somewhat involved and despite my best efforts, I was unable to understand much of it but I could tell he was proud of his look and enjoyed my having noticed him.
Photos taken, we chatted and I found out that Ahmed is 60 and was born in the North African country, Morocco. He has been in Canada for 35 years. It was clear that despite his sense of style, he has not led an easy life. He mentioned some jobs he has held which seemed to be mostly in maintenance. He said he still has a good collection of tools but is no longer working. One of his employers was the Ministry of Health. He lost that job due to being intoxicated – yet another example of a life damaged by substance abuse.
I enjoyed my ten minutes with Ahmed and he certainly enjoyed my interest. As I was thanking him and wishing him well, he quietly announced that he would appreciate it if I could get him a cup of coffee – “Only if you can. If not, that’s ok.” “Sure” I told him and handed him a few coins to fun his next cup.
Thank you Ahmed for sharing your sense of style and good company with me today. It was a pleasure meeting you. Thanks too for participating in my Human Family photography project on Flickr.
This is my 81st submission to the Human Family group.
You can view more street portraits and stories by visiting The Human Family.
Tear down of surrounding building housing the Himes Log House, exposing of 150 year old Log House. Bill Marquis looks at the 150 year old logs with dirt & rocks that made up the chinking of the cabin.
First row (left) LTC Timothy Gorrell, Community Commander, next to him CSM Jesse Legette, Ledward Barracks. (Circa 2000-2002) Photo courtesy of Schweinfurt PAO
The search for Malaysia's Hottest Hunks for year 2008/2009. Fashion Show by Camel Active, performances by the hunks, shirtless catwalks and more. Organised by NewIcon For Him & Newtide.
This was the horizon I saw when I went to take Scooter out for a walk a bit ago. I should take a pic now...the sun is peaking out. It's been one of those weeks here on Okinawa...rainy, gloomy, hot, humid. I guess I was hoping that I'd get out of here without another actual Okinawan summer...who was I kidding!
I guess this kinda sums up my mood lately. The last couple of weeks have been rough. I turned into Dr. Death with 4 euthanasias within 7 days; one a favorite patient and another one of my working dogs. Work has had it's normal amount of stress, but I think with the fact that I'm leaving soon compounded on top of it that it feels doubled. The you toss in the fact that I'm away from the person I love the most. And the topping on the cake is finding out that one of your relatives is going downhill fast...and you're helplessly sitting thousands of miles away. I guess that in summary I've not had a lot to look forward to lately. I'm finding myself stuck in a gloom and doom pattern and really want to snap out of it.
So, I think I'll find a movie on iTunes to download while I do some picking up around the house, plan on blowing my diet with some carbs and curl up with a big bowl of popcorn. See, I feel better already.
In The Stands
Reds Fans
Great American Ball Park
Cincinnati, Ohio
The Mr. sits emotionless as his wife speaks to him about Cincinnati Reds pitcher Mike Leak's unusually poor outing. Check her out.
The search for Malaysia's Hottest Hunks for year 2008/2009. Fashion Show by Camel Active, performances by the hunks, shirtless catwalks and more. Organised by NewIcon For Him & Newtide.
Taxi Scam: Well folks… the “professional tourist” got scammed on arrival in Beijing!!!! My excuse is that I was tired and not paying attention after 21 hours of traveling from Toronto.
On Monday afternoon, as I left the Beijing Capital Airport arrivals area after clearing customs, a man approached me and asked me in English if I needed a taxi… I said yes. He asked me to come with him and then we walked out the main doors and past rows of waiting taxis… I was a little suspicious and asked him if it was a metered taxi… he insisted it was. He walked me over to the parking garage, took out his mobile [cell phone] and said he would call “one of his taxis”. He showed me an official looking laminated card and said he was “an agent” for the taxis… the card said the rate to downtown hotels was Y400 [today from Hotel to the airport I paid Y140 in total].
When the “taxi” pulled up, driven by another guy who seemed to speak little English, there was no sign on the top and no logo or anything else to show it was a Taxi. I hesitated and the guy opened the glove compartment and showed me the meter saying "meter taxi... meter taxi" so I got in. The “agent” guy rode in the front passenger seat and did most of the talking, while the other guy drove and said very little.
Once we got to Tiananmen Square which is a few blocks from the hotel… the “agent” asked me for the money so I handed over Y400 which was all of the Chinese cash I had on me at the time. Then he insisted he needed another Y100 to cover “road taxes” meaning the toll he had paid on the airport expressway [I think it is Y10 or Y20] and for his “expenses”.
By this time, my suspicions, which had been in a coma, finally came alive and I began thinking how I might salvage something out of this situation. I took out my camera and started doing the tourist thing snapping pictures… and when we got to the hotel, I snapped the one above which shows the “taxi” with the guy who was driving reaching to open the trunk to get out my bag.
The “agent” insisted he needed the extra Y100 and I tried to explain that was all of the Chinese cash I had on me at the time and that I would change money in the hotel. Mr. “agent” took my bag out of the trunk of the “taxi” and refused to relinquish it until we went into the hotel. The hotel did not offer any foreign exchange so I simply gave the “agent” $20 US$ - the smallest bill I had - just to get out of the situation.. and into bed to sleep off the jet lag.
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I was looking for a high-res photo of ret. Air Force Col. Richard O. Covey and found this, a shot of him (and Joe Engle) doing a practice evacuation run prior to STS-51-I. Engle was the commander on that flight, Covey the pilot.
Covey previously signed my "Space Shuttle: The First 20 Years" book at the 2012 Astronaut Autograph and Memorabilia Show, but I didn't have enough money for a photo as well, so I was glad to see he responded favorably through the mail.
Selected as an astronaut candidate by NASA in January 1978, Covey became an astronaut in August 1979. A veteran of four space flights, STS 51-I in 1985, STS-26R in 1988, STS-38 in 1990, and STS-61 in 1993, Covey has logged over 646 hours in space.
Prior to the first flight of the Space Shuttle, he provided astronaut support in Orbiter engineering development and testing. He was a T-38 chase pilot for the second and third Shuttle flights and support crewman for the first operational Shuttle flight, STS-5. Covey also served as Mission Control spacecraft communicator (CAPCOM) for Shuttle Missions STS-5, 6, 61-B, 61-C, and 51-L. During 1989, he was Chairman of NASA’s Space Flight Safety Panel. He has held additional technical assignments within the Astronaut Office, and has also served as Acting Deputy Chief of the Astronaut Office, and Acting Deputy Director of Flight Crew Operations.
Effective August 1, 1994, Covey retired from NASA and the Air Force.
From 2003 to 2005, Covey also provided critical leadership during the exhaustive independent assessment of NASA’s actions in response to the Columbia Accident Investigation Board recommendations as co-chairman of the Return-to-Flight Task Group.
On his first mission, Covey was the pilot on the five-man crew of STS 51-I, which launched from Kennedy Space Center, Florida, on August 27, 1985. During this seven-day mission, crew members deployed three communications satellites: the Navy SYNCOM IV-4, the Australian AUSSAT, and American Satellite Company’s ASC-1. The crew also performed the successful on-orbit rendezvous and repair of the ailing 15,000-pound SYNCOM IV-3 satellite. This repair activity involved the first manual grapple and manual deployment of a satellite by a spacewalking crew member. Mission duration was 170 hours. Space Shuttle Discovery completed 112 orbits of the Earth before landing at Edwards Air Force Base, California, on September 3, 1985.
He next served as pilot on STS-26R, the first flight to be flown after the Challenger accident. The five-man crew launched from the Kennedy Space Center, Florida, on September 29, 1988, aboard the Space Shuttle Discovery. Mission duration was 97 hours during which crew members successfully deployed the TDRS-C satellite and operated eleven secondary payloads which included two student experiments. Discovery completed 64 orbits of the Earth before landing at Edwards Air Force Base, California, on October 3, 1988.
On STS-38 Covey was the spacecraft commander of a five-man crew which launched at night from the Kennedy Space Center, Florida, on November 15, 1990. During the five-day mission crew members conducted Department of Defense operations. After 80 orbits of the Earth in 117 hours, Covey piloted the Space Shuttle Atlantis to a landing on the runway at the Kennedy Space Center on November 20, 1990. This was the first Shuttle recovery in Florida since 1985.
On his fourth flight, Covey commanded a crew of seven aboard the Space Shuttle Endeavour on the STS-61 Hubble Space Telescope (HST) servicing and repair mission. STS-61 launched at night from the Kennedy Space Center, Florida, on December 2, 1993. During the 11-day flight, the HST was captured and restored to full capacity through a record five space walks by four astronauts. After having traveled 4,433,772 miles in 163 orbits of the Earth, Covey landed the Endeavour at night on the runway at the Kennedy Space Center on December 13, 1993.
Pat, wondering how to use the urinals. It took him 20 minutes to get into his one-piece outfit, before he came out for the evening.
With three helpers.
He really didn't want to have to go through that again...
Does anyone remember an Astroboy episode where they went to the moon and found diamonds but when they had to leave one greedy guy tried to collect more and he was left behind alone forever with an old Russian robot to take care of him?
the elf has been named cinnamon, which is pretty acceptable as far as elf names go. he hasn't gotten into much mischief yet, though he had a vacation day yesterday because the boys grabbed him out of the window and were running around with him so he had to go back to the north pole to recover his magic :P
HIM @ Molson Amphitheatre - August 21 2007
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Ugarte had slowly, painfully started to gather himself and his bearings. Though the loss of blood, and the ringing in his ears seemed to distort, he knew from all the clamor there where more then just the three originals in the hotel now. As he rose to his knees he caught movement from the corner of his left eye, and what seemed to be a rather slow reaction to him was actually quick enough for him to raise his padded arm to deflect -most- of the tee off from Forge. The force still sent him sprawling backwards. He wasted no time and lunged for the door behind the reception deck, testing the handle first and if it was locked, would attempt to bull his way through.
Kiri Mayako takes her pistol out, and gestures with it, first at Calee, then at Swara and Guin. "You see them? That's Guin - she's from the church. And that's a neko punk with an attitude problem. Both of which are our business. Now be a good girl and hush." She looks at Forge. "He attack Guin?" she asks, pointing at Swara with her pistol.
Darkness Odigaunt jumps as soon as the man was off Guin, she checks her for wounds.
Forgetten Tomorrow watched at the neko bashed the door off its hinges-- he would pause only for a second to look down at Guin. He raised the gun and he would fire again-- the sound of the blast would once again fill the room and Forge stumbled back a few feet likely hitting into the nun behind him. "YOU COME INTO MY FUCKING HOTEL! YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH" he screamed out-- all he could hear was the ringing in his ears from the two blasts from the now empty rifle. Apparently he didn't hit Darkness but her decision to jump in as he was firing sent him spiraling over her landing hard against the stairs.
Emberen Twine gapes as she frantically assesses the situation...before ducking from the gunfire. She gapes and tries to get a handle on all the action without becoming a victim of it.
Calee Lykin just ignored the larger woman that was now behind her. She would deal with her later, people needed to realise who they were dealing with, with Calee. She glares at Kiri specifically, "Guns is bad!" she hisses at her. "The boss man has it under control, now ya lets him deals with it before ya gets other peoples hurted." She hadn't seen Swara attack Guin, and wasn't really sure what was going on, and figured that there was no way Kiri would have known either. She did know that more guns would mean more trouble, not less, and that her ears were ringing painfully from the shotgun blast. "Now ya should puts those 'way for ya hurts someone."
Iohannes Crispien sighs and mrrs, figuring he ought to draw at least one of his guns, his left, and smirks, covering Kiri, "Come on mister manager, leave the neko to us cats to punish. We'll make sure he gets what's coming to him." He snakes at Calee, "Nekos take care, and punish their own! If you're just gonna hop around, then I'll personally step in and pistolwhip the damn cat, it that's what he has coming."
Emberen Twine gasps unable to imagine what Swara has done for all the punishment.
Guinevere Fouroux gasps as the man's weight suddenly shifts, giving her room to draw air at last. Her breathing comes short and labored out of shock, and she blinks up at the hotel ceiling, barely noticing the swing of Forge's rifle. She nearly sobs in relief as the creature is knocked off of her, but she doesn't move, pain and disbelief washing through her. "What... " she tries to whisper. She remembers the gun is still clutched in her hand and she releases it as if burned. Forge's scream is almost welcome, something she can latch on to, and she tries to turn onto her side--the side that wasn't burning. "Forge?" she tries again. The lobby is full of people, and she spots the hem of familiar black. "Sister Lis?" She doesn't wonder at the illogic of her being here. "Wha--what happened?"
Kiri Mayako looks at Calee. "Girl - *hush*. Nobody cares about you at the moment: Let the grownups work." She looks back to Forge, then the door Swara vanished through. "May we? We'd like to... have a word with him. His conduct is rather appalling, and reflects poorly on all hybrids."
A male mayfly is shedding its skin on the surface of the river - they are exposed to birds and fish during the process. / Egy hím szubimágó a vízben alakul át vedléssel párzóképes imágóvá. A vedlés folyamata során az állat röpképtelen, így teljesen ki van szolgáltatva a rovarevő madaraknak, halaknak.
After so many years, we saw the blooming of the Tisza river - the hatching of mayflies that only lasts a few evenings each year. I took my family for this natural wonder to Martely, Hungary.
Ennyi év után végre először láttam a tiszavirágzást idén júniusban - kérészek keltek ki az iszapból vedleni és párosodni, majd elpusztultak hamarosan - a mártélyi Tisza-parton néztük meg a páratlan jelenséget a családdal.
Palingenia longicauda is an aquatic insect in the order Ephemeroptera. It is known as the Tisa or Tisza mayfly after the European Tisza river where it is found and also as the long-tailed mayfly and giant mayfly since it is the largest mayfly species in Europe, measuring 12 cm (5 in) from head to tail. Large numbers of P. longicauda larvae will usually hatch and mature during a week in mid June; this natural phenomenon is known as the 'blooming of the Tisza' or 'Tisza blooming' and is a tourist attraction. Adults hatch two times in a short period of time. After hatching the adults only have a few hours to mate before they die. Consequently groups of males will frantically try to mate with a female. Females will fly 1–3 km before laying their eggs on the river, which then sink to the bottom and hatch after about 45 days. The larvae develop in the mud for as long as three years before hatching. Larvae live in tunnels in the mud at a density of 400 tunnels per square metre.