15 minutes later--a surge of memory about the Happy victim and Joker movie; and then the terrorism resumes after cleaning up stinking moldly water poured into the bottom of my kitchen cupboard from the room next door (inserted with mechanical arms through the three layers of paper, stickers, and hooks tied with strings on each corner, evewry middle section on top and bottom and on th esides, the mechanical arms continue to get through the eternally wet and stinking moldy partical board behind the piping which constitutes the portal for the mechanical arms--the update is thus:

The pounding has stopped--the tenuousness is also unnerving because it could begin again in an hour or tomorrow. If anyone with a humanitarian composure has intervened, then I heartily thank you (singluar or plural).

As for this group, I have thought about whether I should write this or not, but I will.

Two years ago, at the motorbike rental shop in Nai Harn (or Rawai, they are almost indistinct in their boundaries)--as per custom, the violence towards animals, mutilation, torture and etc for the purposes of trauma-based mind control, was once more exerted upon me.

I walked into this shop, which had a tiny puppy-black, like a miniature chijuaja but black and perhaps some Asian mixed breed, but tiny. It was an itsy-bitsy puppy, laying in a curled up fetal position on the floor. It looked nearly dead but as I tried to pick it up, it had no more strength. This was laying in front of the prominant couch in the middle of this tiny shop. Under the mind control exerted upon me contunuously, especially strong in that shop--I began to nurse the baby puppy--I actually went out and bought it a hot water bottle, a mattress for dogs and a blanket--(on my tiny meager monthly sum allotted to me by this organization--less than $700). Not able to stand seeing another animal tortured and abused by this group--these women at this bar/motorbike rental place (terrorist stalking agent business owned and operated).

The manager/"owner" Porn asked me, after I began to care for the puppy, what I would name her---I said I would name her "Happy"--

and when I watch the Joker movie, and see that he was named, "Happy" I think of that time two years ago when I was asked to name this baby, abused and really emotionally traumatized puppy, which I revived until it was indeed happy. The terrorists then opened a prostitute bar two shops down (tiny hole-in-the-wall shops in a one-story cement row of store-fronts--Thai style). The bar was named "Happy" too.

The main character of the movie Joker was nicknamed "Happy" as well. These same mafia Brooklyn personalities, and their fellow LA actors, have been sucking out idea-after-idea out of me long before this incident--back in January 2018 this occurred. Well in time for the placement of this name into the movie script and plot narriative. The actors involved have been a part of this situation but behind the scenes, allowing the other actors to endlessly torture, disfigure and make my body and home filthy, broken down (and my body dying from stress and this covert, stealth form of murder via poisoning from toxicity due to sprays forced into my lungs and skin and aborbtion day and night--for years and years as I must seal all windows and doors from outside entry (as the stalkers get through the panels and cracks using mechanical arms).

Every single thing I have pounded down and tied togetther and pasted and taped and glued onto all these panels us broken through within one day by this organization--which of course has US Government funding as I know all too well.

I wanted to add this as another actor, whose movies were put on my "cable" tv as I lay in bed in a nearly comatose situatuon from their drugging--for years and years slowly murdering me in this fashion of my immune system overburderened continuosly as I detox from extremely deadly poisons and chemicals that were supposed to have killed me decades ago.

I cannot get onto my YouTube channel--and I log-in every time because I want to save the history as a reference--I try to look at videos with crucial information and about computer defense and etc, things that can expand my consciousness and help me to defend myself in some way. I am so drugged and incapacitated and my brain is under so much siege I can never get through more than 10 minutes of any informative concept, in reading, listening or any other form it takes.

But I have a history of research and study which these loveless, nasty creeps keep torturing me to suck out.

Oh, the hammering has begun again, so if I have given thanks, it is as porous as this situation and the defenses that any human being on the planet will provide--at this point.

I wait for a paradigm shift and people to rush to my defense, if only to help rescue themselves from this group which is a deadly threat to the existence of the planet in all the various facets of it's irresponsibiiity and greedy usurpation of all resources and the endless devestation of the planet for their sleazy orgiastic revelries at their mansions and properties and investments.

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Upon getting off the laptop and moving away from this desk, I realize that the incident with the abused puppy which I later renamed "Happy" occurred not in Jan. 2018, but Jan 2019. Time is so laboriously slow but goes by so fast because every day I do the same things and I am drugged up so time is a relative construct. Drugged up, tortured, writing about it day-after-day, waitting for years for anything to ever stop this, the same things going in repetitive cycles day after year after decade by now. Time is fleeting but my memory is so slow I cannot reach it.

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Memmory gone when I sit in front of any computer or have to deal with any other human being in any setting, in public or private, worldwide the same attack from continuous surveillance blocks my brain and speach, functioning and emotional status and ability to deal with the tech due to so many attacks aimed at me simultaneously (and no support of course, ever).