Sunday, July 5, 2020

I need to rearrange this blog or create a real page with links and other such organizational details.

However, I am immersed in cleaning up stinking toxic filth every single day that the stalkers pour and spray and sprinkle into my room. I fight every day to do some thing to block off every single space, crack and any place a tiny electronic/mechanical arm can enter through the tiniest of spaces. Last night I had placed a tiny brush on top of the tied-together little metal strips on the huge plastic-coated planks of the cabinet doors. I have screwed hooks at the tops and bottom of the panel doors but my body is too vulnerable and weak to screw and pound in more of the hooks into plastic pieces after more of the hard poisons have erupted out of my body (detox through the normal portals of my body) but I used the word erupted because the poisons literally are glued/latched onto skin/bone and muscles/sinews/arteries/blood vessels. The detox involves my body having to both heal from tissue being ripped out of my back, hips, skull etc and the horrific poison that flows through my bloodstream simulaneously. Healing involves days and days of not being able to do more than sit glued to the boob tubes and reacting to every attack in the psy-ops rotating system. Thus, days of screaming in rage into the internet as drugs that blocked my body, perception and skewed my mind over 30 years ago, putrifying into my body, solidifying and then finally ripping out from my various detox (slow, labyrinth ripping out program) into me not able to fend off the attacks these hateful people incur by their YouTube videos.

I cannot describe how vulnerable a person is to suggestion and scams when these drugs and the interface with the tech are combined.

 I have tried to relate how these ugly, disgusting old men with their YouTube videos have attacked me. they are physically revolting to look at, which as I have written in a jest but it's very sombre: the ugliness of the stalkers is near a putrid sense value, aesthetic of vomitgore mentality when you have to see them proliferating your YouTube recommended page, which I am drawn to due to the mind control interface I have tried to describe very briefly above. The hacking and blocks to my brain make any writing extremely arduous and  impossible to get all out I want to express, in any tangible way or form.

The combination of putrid attacks and the people involved are such a revolting system of ugliness, stupidity, hate, greed, selfishness, and all tauted as wonderful heroes of society in these media drives to install fascist and Totalitarian puke rotten creeps into higher positions of power.

Thus, the mechanical arm got through the tiny space I have not had the strength to pound in which was altered between the space of last night and this morning. I have at least been able to create systes where I can detect entry, and they did get in. My hands, hair and skin have as usual been smeared wiith damaging chemicals. My haiir is a mess, my hands are huge, ugly and worn out from YEARS OF hand washing clothing that is sprayed daily with toxic sprays that are deadly to inhale. I must close all windows and seal doors to try to avert break-ins from the outside. When I had windows in the last horrrid torture place I lived in, I had to literally tape the sliding windows because the landlord refused to install screens and blocked all access to me installing screens. The people you idolize in the media who I have written of for years and years ensured I was unable to earn a single penny online and thus stuck living off circa $700 per month, as I am relegated to right now. The criminal terrorist teleportation creeps have been put into the Executive office, their children and wives receive only the top beauty treatments but put me in a place with over 30 panels which these mechanical arms break through every night to inflict damage to my body and beauty and health (slow murder) every single day. They rise into billionaire status and become leaders of society.

You all continue to do nothing to stop them or this system.

You're all profiting off this system in your comfort zones, assured that you will always have people to push down in order to keep your standard of living.

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The teleportation terror hate skit they forced on me last night was of kittens who appeared dead in baskets. I had written of another ugly old man (aging I mean) who has put a proliferation of his nasty deformed and near-dead cats and dogs he "rescues" which became an endless stream of videos because I had once searched for animal rescue videos. His videos began to dominate my pages and the severe deformation of these animals caught my attention, as they were calculated to do for what appears to be an absolute scam and sinister "charity" organization.

As I wrote yesterday, a bit in detail. I did not include this organization's videos on my pages because first I don't want their ugly faces to deform my blog or Facebook--I am not trying to incriminate one single person but the entire group. I did put one of his videos on one of my Facebook posts I believe it was on July 3. I had, at that time, bought into the scam as apparently so many others have done. The money is flowing into this ersatz organization and it's cruelty towards animals. As I am under attack because this sick nasty creep is obviously a part of this stalking system, I will enumerate on other aspects of
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The stress to my body from literal 3/4 of a day and night combined being spent fighting sinister, grasping, beady-eyed hateful parasitic abusers who are lunging at me to get endless free promotions, which are never-ending this social engineering contract has no limits and no bounds. The destruction to my health literally just from stress alone is murder. Besides shitting stinking black and brown piles and hard pieces of poison out which pollute my bloodstream--I literally faint, pass-out on my bed from the horrific poison which is coursing through my lymphatic system, kidneys and liver and bloodstream going into my brain, where the implants in my brain have created a tube network of hard poisons coursing down in hard filaments and tubes into my neck, the vertebrae is lined with attached tubes integrated into the vertebrae extending in literally all directions--I must strive to fracture the hard poisons so they will slowly loosen and then expand about 6-10 times their shrunken size--and then the poisons seep into my body as I faint on my bed--while in this prone position the terrorists utilize my body's vulnerability and slash under my cuticles and literally cut them off my toes. A few weeks ago the cuticle bed was completely cut off (permanently it was severed off) while I had collapsed in such a state, unable to move from toxic shock and also the pain of hard poisons ripping muscle and skin tissue out of the interior cavity of my body in the thoracic, lumbar and vertebrae regions; in effect my entire spine if affected the muscles are at cellular level ripped out with the poisons which have attached to tissue, skin and bone and also into my intestines and brain and etc. The terrorists order their minions to slash, cut parts of my body out, as they inflict torture skits while I am deep sleep healing mode--death skits, homeless skits, insulting "dumbing" skits aimed at me endlessly. My body exhibits signs of premature aging, grey thin hair, balding from chemicals smeared into my scalp for years and decades to damage my formerly lustrous hair. My skin dotted with blemishes from poisons slahered onto my skin my hands are huge deformed the cuticles are gone from maybe 3 fingers, completely. the nails hang off, are calloused and the toe nails which have had the cuticles removed (in this past month, they severed completely off the cuticle from my right left toe which has been broken; it's not a bunion it's been broken and that happened after I made a drugged-up- comment about a nazi white male out of denmark who, along with a famous "punk" musician out of england, who has routinely hacked his music into my all-female punk lists on youtube, is endlessly trying to scam his promotion out of attacking me; but both musicians attacked me on the same day because I clicked on their music, assuming that their stances about fighting conformist authoritarianism was also directed at me, as a universal person on this planet and not just their nazi white "alternative" branch___one however was an open nazi and in my drugged and enraged anger about the rise of nazism in general and from years of being violently assaulted nearing murder where I am currently living, a huge population of euro tourists so I know their imperialistic impulses and what they truly are when the are on vacation and brown people service them like slaves, almost literally and very plantation-like. They don't have to pretend to go to church or conform to "democracy" standards, in other words. they had me in an accident by having a work truck on the steep hill outside of my living arrangement, and there was a tiny trickle of a clear liquid which appeared like water as I was driving down this 45-degree angle hillside down towards the road (which always becomes extremely busy only when I am trying to get out of the complex and there are no cars before or after I approach this junction so the orchestrated exact timing of cars driving into my path only happens at the exact moment I am at the bottom of the hill---so I must perpetually brake at a very tight angle but after I get out of this junction there are always no cars, and it's always a packed jam of cars blocking my path only when I am driving down otherwise I would be able to navigate easily without having to brake and hold the bike at a fourty_five degree angle (right now hackers have turned the wIfi off, have blocked access to commas and periods and numbers ). the workmen had created a stream of oil---so that the bike literally slid into a crashing position nearing the bottom of the hillside so that the inevitable line of *terrorist* cars always blocking my smooth descent were there while I was sliding and crashing in a sideways projectile. I landed on my left foot, and it hurt a bit but I otherwise was ok, the foot was not injured because I was wearing boots--I went home later that day and at night fell asleep---woke up with the toe completely at a 45-degree angle pointing into my other foot--like at night nothing wrong, the next morning the toe completely disjointed. this was after rotten the punk out of england threatened me after he began his snobby imperialistic white male supremacy english antisemitic gig, his german wife somewhere in the background or watching or knowing about this obviously---I reacted in anger. I am always in these situations drugged so as to render me in a hyperbolic state and knee-jerk reaction which always gives the terrorists an excuse to inflict real violence upon me to justify their white male supremacy (or female or any other skin color they all are told that this is "master-slave" and to inflict all "You have no rights" actions against me). Thusly they broke my to I was in a deep and uncontrollably non_waking state because of this wretched brain implant which the herd of terrorists always love to exploit to inflict violence< torture< to force discrediting behavior on me, and thusly to force subliminals into my brain which under pressure I cannot control, which I repeat< which they all use to justify real life-threatening violence against me. thusly it was either the danish black metal death metal nazi or the english "punk" who ordered this on me, but the real reason was to justify their promotions by using this tech to render people discredited so they can hiss in faked rage "She said this who does she think she is?" they all sneer in hate, white supremacy justifying near-murder knee-jerk reactions which they are then handed every promotion that can possibly be handed according to their level of proficiency in their realm (some are like in past their prime, for example)

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