A major goal of perpetrators of organized stalking is ruining the finances of their victims. One of the main ways this is done is by stalking victims where they work, both to cause them to lose their jobs, and also to ensure that they are unable to find future employment.
Over the last few weeks, a Canadian friend of mine has been documenting her experiences as a victim of organized stalking as she begins a new job. She does this on her Anti-Organized Stalking blog, which can be found at http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com. Rather than repeat or summarize her experiences here, I’ll instead ask you to go to her blog and read her firsthand accounts for yourself.
Also, after requesting and receiving permission from both of them, I am reprinting in its entirety a comment our mutual friend Medawar left at the end of one of my Canadian friend’s most recent Anti-Organized Stalking posts on workplace stalking. I’m doing this because the comment is an excellent general overview of the subject of organized stalking in the workplace. I hope readers will study Medawar’s words carefully, particularly with regard to long-term consequences. Then I hope you will consider going back to my previous post here and reviewing what it has to say about perpetrators and bystanders.
I myself have been a victim of many of the same kinds of criminal acts in the workplace that my Canadian friend describes (plus some that she hasn’t), so I’m well aware of the veracity of what she describes; the seriousness and maliciousness of many of the acts being perpetrated; and the shocking extents of these acts, number of persons involved in carrying them out, and reach/scope of involvement (for example, the involvement of so many people in related companies being dealt with, like shipping and transit companies).
In my own case, the primary focus of the stalkers has been to prevent me from obtaining any job at all that pays me enough to live on. This is being done through my stalkers’ extensive and high-level contacts.
There’s one more important piece of information you should have: the primary stalker of my Canadian friend has been seen here in Texas meeting with my former father-in-law!—see http://www.richardsilverstein.com/tikun_olam/2011/01/25/herzl-suggested-jews-resettle-in-uganda-condi-suggested-palestinians-to-argentina/comment-page-1/
. Organized stalking, like the organized crime it’s part of, is truly international in scope.
Here, then, is Medawar’s comment in its entirety, followed by the link where the original can be found.
Medawar2 said...
Stalking is a source of economic damage and social instability for nations, as well as for companies. Companies that allow stalking to take place are, like governments, signing their own death warrant by doing so.
And yet, government officials and company directors allow themselves to be induced to not only allow stalking campaigns, but to take part. Why?
Well, the people who organise stalking campaigns are almost invariably pathological liars, because no-one else has the skills set required. And these people are prisoners of their own compulsions, too.
Pathological lairs are not compelled to tell plausible lies, or to trick people into acting in their own best interests. They are compelled to force people to accept outrageous untruths which their rational mind ought to reject, preferably where that acceptance will bring the subject to utter ruin. A pathological liar is never simply lying to you for his own ends: he is lying to you for an end which includes, but is not limited to, your destruction.
Any company director or government official who gives into the mental pressure to persecute someone (always a stronger force than the superficial bribery that goes with it: that's merely meant to damn the person more thoroughly) will find that he has damaged his company or his country by doing so. And himself.
People like [the stalker] are not leading a pack of skanks simply to destroy targets like our heroine here: they are making the skanks do their worst in order to show them at their worst, too. In the end, all human society is very deeply programmed to reject those who do this. People like [the stalker] know this, too. They take pleasure in the skanks being no better off than the targets.
So, any company that takes part in this kind of scam, is destroying itself.
There is a way out, though.
Whatever they intend, or have agreed to do, they can always do the other thing: simply give our heroine the information, tools and courtesy necessary for her to do her job thoroughly and well, and then just watch as that's what she does. The [stalker]s of this world will rage at them, but that rage will be increasingly impotent.
And remember: every single inducement that a skank is offered, is expertly designed to make him look and feel worse about what he has done in the long run.
January 13, 2012 9:35 AM
http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com/2012/01/week-5-friday-13th-frame-up-time.html
Monday, January 16, 2012
Friday, December 16, 2011
Perpetrators and Bystanders
This article was published recently in the San Antonio Express-News. Because it discusses bullying, it also has great relevance to discussions on organized stalking, which is a more serious and more criminal form of bullying. If reading it causes even one person to start thinking about whether they are a perpetrator or a bystander and what the long term effects of the decisions they make every day about this might be, then I will not have shared the article in vain.
Do not be a perpetrator or a bystander in organized stalking! You can go to prison for being a perpetrator. You can lose your soul and your humanity and your freedom by being a bystander.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Ugliness, From Petty To Criminal
Acts of stalking and harassment committed against me seem to be escalating again, for some reason.
Last Saturday (12/3/11), I needed to work late and didn’t get home until after midnight. Before I pulled into my driveway, I stopped in front of my mailbox to get the mail. As soon as I’d stepped out of my vehicle to go around to open the mailbox, a man and a large dog on a harness and leash stepped out onto the street directly in front of me from a dark, brushy area of my property just west of the top of the drive. (From where they stepped out, the man and his dog had to have been trespassing on my property.) Of course this startled and frightened me, especially when I realized they were coming toward me. However, as soon as the man was sure I’d seen him, he and the dog quickly turned around and hurried off in the opposite direction. All I could see of him in the dim light was that he was youngish (20-40), had dark hair and a medium athletic build, and was probably Caucasian. He had clearly known I was coming, since he had lain in wait for me, but because it was cold out and he’d had on only a light jacket, I doubt he’d been waiting there long.
Overnight, it rained a bit off and on. The next morning (Sunday) when I went out to get the newspaper, I discovered someone had poked several holes in the plastic bag covering our paper in order to try to ruin it with water damage (see photos below). Fortunately, heavier rain held off until just after I’d retrieved the paper, so this attempt failed.
Then, around noon on the same day (12/4/11), we were startled by someone ringing our doorbell twenty or more times in rapid succession. I went to the front door and saw two local police officers, one male and one female. The female officer laughingly told me through the door that one of our cows had gotten loose and that I needed to get it back inside our fence; the male officer was also grinning from ear to ear. I told her that we’ve had a lot of trouble with people letting our livestock out in various ways over the years (picking, cutting or breaking the locks on our gates; cutting holes in our fences; etc.) and that I’d be right out to retrieve the cow. It was cold, wet, and muddy, and I needed to change clothes, which I did quickly. I also grabbed a bucket of feed from the garage.
I easily lured the cow along the outside of my fence and then down the street and into the gate to our pasture, despite the many additional police officers who’d suddenly showed up first blocking my path with one of their patrol cars and then repeatedly letting vehicles pass, despite their promise to temporarily close the street to traffic while the cow and I had to be in it for a short distance (which took us less than five minutes total).
After the officers left, I began walking the fence line along the western side of my property, since that side was where the escaped cow had been found. Sure enough, I soon found a place where my fence had been cut and then folded inward (NOT outward, as an escaping animal would have left it!). I photographed the damage with the camera on my cell phone and sent the photos to various places for safekeeping.
I then called the law enforcement dispatcher and asked them to send someone back to take a police report. During this call, I made it very clear to her that the responding officer/s needed to walk the short distance down my western fence line from the street and meet me at the location where the damage was, because I could not leave a hole in my fence of that size unattended for long. However, a few minutes later, I heard the loud approaching wail of a police siren as a patrol car sped up to the front of our house. The siren was then turned off, but a few minutes later, I could see a patrol car driving slowly up and down our street, so I called the dispatcher back and repeated my message that the officers would have to park and walk the short distance down the hill to where I was.
Five or ten minutes later, the same male and female officers who’d come to my door arrived to look at the damaged fence. The male officer tried to tell me that some of the broken ends of fencing had rust on them and that this indicated an old break the cow had simply escaped through; both officers also noted that there were no footprints in the mud other than the cow’s. I showed them many other places where the fence wires had been recently and cleanly cut, some of which even had shear and tool marks on them, and I then pointed out barbed wire strands over the top of the nine-foot high fence, which had also clearly been cut, and remarked that the cow would not have been able to reach that high. I did agree that the fencing at that spot looked like it had been tampered with repeatedly over a long period of time, and I reminded the officers about the serious trespassing problems we’ve had on our property for years: people leaving trash, partying, shooting rockets and guns, breaking into our barn, and more.
At that point, the officer did admit that someone had cut our fence. They agreed to file a police report, but I did not see them take any photographs.
After they left, I put some wood in the opening to lock it temporarily and went back to the house for supplies. I then took additional photos of the damage with my camera (see below) and then wired the hole closed with wire and wire cutters. While I was doing this, I noticed that someone had left a golf ball next to the hole in the fence (see photo) and another one nearby on my side of the fence (see photo). [For many years, we’ve had problems with trespassers leaving trails of golf balls on our property to let us know they’d been there. I’ve discussed this problem in previous posts on this blog.]
Later that day, I decided I’d better check our entire fence line for damage. I was almost back to the house when I discovered a second large hole that had been cut in our fence. This other hole was on the opposite (east) side of our property. It was smaller and lower than the hole on the other side—not big enough for a cow to escape through, but easily big enough to admit a dog of the size I’d seen with the man the night before, or even a person, if they stooped down. This second hole had to have been cut very recently: there were clear cutting marks on the strands, there was no rust on any of the cuts, the cuts were even and aligned with each other, and the cut portion of the fence had been folded inward, not outward. This second hole in the fence was located directly behind a very recently built medical office building (to hide it from view from the nearby street, which runs along my property on that side, but it’s also important to note that anyone coming to this office building, and particularly anyone using their parking lot, would have been able to easily see this cut-out hole in my fence).
Again, I photographed the damage with my cell phone camera and sent the pictures off for safekeeping. I then called law enforcement again and asked them to send someone out to make another report. I was told someone would be coming, but that it might take them twenty or thirty minutes to arrive because they were busy. I told the dispatcher I would wait for the police behind the office building, where the damage was, even though the sun was setting and it would be completely dark by the time the police got there. While I waited, I took photographs with my regular camera as shown below. The entire time I was waiting, it was cold, windy, and raining lightly, and there was a heavy and steady stream of vehicles driving by me repeatedly out on the street, which normally doesn’t have much traffic at that time of day.
Eventually, a lone male police officer arrived and apologized for having taken so long to get there (he said local law enforcement was very busy with a case where someone had committed suicide!). This time, the officer immediately admitted the damage to our fence was both very recent and definitely criminal. He took some flash photographs this time, and he also used my wire and cutters to help me wire the hole closed, while I held a flashlight so he could see. After the repair was completed, I asked his permission to cut through the office parking lot so I could walk the short distance home along the street and under the streetlights, instead of having to stumble through my pasture in the dark. He offered to give me a ride home, but I told him I wanted to walk some of the mud off my shoes and would be fine.
Last night, I had to work very late again. As I was driving home alone along Hwy 87 between Comfort and Fredericksburg well after midnight, a local ambulance suddenly appeared behind me with both its internal and external regular (white) lights on. It began to tailgate my vehicle very aggressively, and it kept this up for at least five miles (and probably more). At no time did this ambulance ever turn on its colored lights, horn, or siren, and its driver could have driven around me at any time (there were many legal passing places and no other vehicles on the highway) but did not do so. Having this large vehicle, so brightly lit from inside, driving so close to my rear bumper was very frightening to me. I slowed down and kept waiting for the ambulance to pass me at one of the marked passing zones, but it didn’t. I moved into the right-hand lane at the next place where the road widened into two lanes on my side. To my relief, the ambulance finally passed me, but as soon as it did so, someone switched off the interior lights before it went speeding off.
When I got home, I discovered that someone had stolen my local (weekly) newspaper from my front yard. And most of our favorite channels (including CNN and HLN) have suddenly and selectively disappeared from our cable television, and the company can’t seem to fix the problem after a week of trying. As I’ve been sitting here typing this, I’ve received a hang-up phone call, and someone has somehow been repeatedly disabling the port my computer mouse is using, forcing me to move it to various other ones. Unbelievable!
Last Saturday (12/3/11), I needed to work late and didn’t get home until after midnight. Before I pulled into my driveway, I stopped in front of my mailbox to get the mail. As soon as I’d stepped out of my vehicle to go around to open the mailbox, a man and a large dog on a harness and leash stepped out onto the street directly in front of me from a dark, brushy area of my property just west of the top of the drive. (From where they stepped out, the man and his dog had to have been trespassing on my property.) Of course this startled and frightened me, especially when I realized they were coming toward me. However, as soon as the man was sure I’d seen him, he and the dog quickly turned around and hurried off in the opposite direction. All I could see of him in the dim light was that he was youngish (20-40), had dark hair and a medium athletic build, and was probably Caucasian. He had clearly known I was coming, since he had lain in wait for me, but because it was cold out and he’d had on only a light jacket, I doubt he’d been waiting there long.
Overnight, it rained a bit off and on. The next morning (Sunday) when I went out to get the newspaper, I discovered someone had poked several holes in the plastic bag covering our paper in order to try to ruin it with water damage (see photos below). Fortunately, heavier rain held off until just after I’d retrieved the paper, so this attempt failed.
Then, around noon on the same day (12/4/11), we were startled by someone ringing our doorbell twenty or more times in rapid succession. I went to the front door and saw two local police officers, one male and one female. The female officer laughingly told me through the door that one of our cows had gotten loose and that I needed to get it back inside our fence; the male officer was also grinning from ear to ear. I told her that we’ve had a lot of trouble with people letting our livestock out in various ways over the years (picking, cutting or breaking the locks on our gates; cutting holes in our fences; etc.) and that I’d be right out to retrieve the cow. It was cold, wet, and muddy, and I needed to change clothes, which I did quickly. I also grabbed a bucket of feed from the garage.
I easily lured the cow along the outside of my fence and then down the street and into the gate to our pasture, despite the many additional police officers who’d suddenly showed up first blocking my path with one of their patrol cars and then repeatedly letting vehicles pass, despite their promise to temporarily close the street to traffic while the cow and I had to be in it for a short distance (which took us less than five minutes total).
After the officers left, I began walking the fence line along the western side of my property, since that side was where the escaped cow had been found. Sure enough, I soon found a place where my fence had been cut and then folded inward (NOT outward, as an escaping animal would have left it!). I photographed the damage with the camera on my cell phone and sent the photos to various places for safekeeping.
I then called the law enforcement dispatcher and asked them to send someone back to take a police report. During this call, I made it very clear to her that the responding officer/s needed to walk the short distance down my western fence line from the street and meet me at the location where the damage was, because I could not leave a hole in my fence of that size unattended for long. However, a few minutes later, I heard the loud approaching wail of a police siren as a patrol car sped up to the front of our house. The siren was then turned off, but a few minutes later, I could see a patrol car driving slowly up and down our street, so I called the dispatcher back and repeated my message that the officers would have to park and walk the short distance down the hill to where I was.
Five or ten minutes later, the same male and female officers who’d come to my door arrived to look at the damaged fence. The male officer tried to tell me that some of the broken ends of fencing had rust on them and that this indicated an old break the cow had simply escaped through; both officers also noted that there were no footprints in the mud other than the cow’s. I showed them many other places where the fence wires had been recently and cleanly cut, some of which even had shear and tool marks on them, and I then pointed out barbed wire strands over the top of the nine-foot high fence, which had also clearly been cut, and remarked that the cow would not have been able to reach that high. I did agree that the fencing at that spot looked like it had been tampered with repeatedly over a long period of time, and I reminded the officers about the serious trespassing problems we’ve had on our property for years: people leaving trash, partying, shooting rockets and guns, breaking into our barn, and more.
At that point, the officer did admit that someone had cut our fence. They agreed to file a police report, but I did not see them take any photographs.
After they left, I put some wood in the opening to lock it temporarily and went back to the house for supplies. I then took additional photos of the damage with my camera (see below) and then wired the hole closed with wire and wire cutters. While I was doing this, I noticed that someone had left a golf ball next to the hole in the fence (see photo) and another one nearby on my side of the fence (see photo). [For many years, we’ve had problems with trespassers leaving trails of golf balls on our property to let us know they’d been there. I’ve discussed this problem in previous posts on this blog.]
Later that day, I decided I’d better check our entire fence line for damage. I was almost back to the house when I discovered a second large hole that had been cut in our fence. This other hole was on the opposite (east) side of our property. It was smaller and lower than the hole on the other side—not big enough for a cow to escape through, but easily big enough to admit a dog of the size I’d seen with the man the night before, or even a person, if they stooped down. This second hole had to have been cut very recently: there were clear cutting marks on the strands, there was no rust on any of the cuts, the cuts were even and aligned with each other, and the cut portion of the fence had been folded inward, not outward. This second hole in the fence was located directly behind a very recently built medical office building (to hide it from view from the nearby street, which runs along my property on that side, but it’s also important to note that anyone coming to this office building, and particularly anyone using their parking lot, would have been able to easily see this cut-out hole in my fence).
Again, I photographed the damage with my cell phone camera and sent the pictures off for safekeeping. I then called law enforcement again and asked them to send someone out to make another report. I was told someone would be coming, but that it might take them twenty or thirty minutes to arrive because they were busy. I told the dispatcher I would wait for the police behind the office building, where the damage was, even though the sun was setting and it would be completely dark by the time the police got there. While I waited, I took photographs with my regular camera as shown below. The entire time I was waiting, it was cold, windy, and raining lightly, and there was a heavy and steady stream of vehicles driving by me repeatedly out on the street, which normally doesn’t have much traffic at that time of day.
Eventually, a lone male police officer arrived and apologized for having taken so long to get there (he said local law enforcement was very busy with a case where someone had committed suicide!). This time, the officer immediately admitted the damage to our fence was both very recent and definitely criminal. He took some flash photographs this time, and he also used my wire and cutters to help me wire the hole closed, while I held a flashlight so he could see. After the repair was completed, I asked his permission to cut through the office parking lot so I could walk the short distance home along the street and under the streetlights, instead of having to stumble through my pasture in the dark. He offered to give me a ride home, but I told him I wanted to walk some of the mud off my shoes and would be fine.
Last night, I had to work very late again. As I was driving home alone along Hwy 87 between Comfort and Fredericksburg well after midnight, a local ambulance suddenly appeared behind me with both its internal and external regular (white) lights on. It began to tailgate my vehicle very aggressively, and it kept this up for at least five miles (and probably more). At no time did this ambulance ever turn on its colored lights, horn, or siren, and its driver could have driven around me at any time (there were many legal passing places and no other vehicles on the highway) but did not do so. Having this large vehicle, so brightly lit from inside, driving so close to my rear bumper was very frightening to me. I slowed down and kept waiting for the ambulance to pass me at one of the marked passing zones, but it didn’t. I moved into the right-hand lane at the next place where the road widened into two lanes on my side. To my relief, the ambulance finally passed me, but as soon as it did so, someone switched off the interior lights before it went speeding off.
When I got home, I discovered that someone had stolen my local (weekly) newspaper from my front yard. And most of our favorite channels (including CNN and HLN) have suddenly and selectively disappeared from our cable television, and the company can’t seem to fix the problem after a week of trying. As I’ve been sitting here typing this, I’ve received a hang-up phone call, and someone has somehow been repeatedly disabling the port my computer mouse is using, forcing me to move it to various other ones. Unbelievable!
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
White Lincoln Town Cars
As I was driving on I-10 recently in heavy traffic that was moving well, someone in a dark pickup pulled up next to me, to my left and slightly in front of me, and suddenly threw a square black metal object directly at my vehicle very hard. This object just missed hitting my vehicle, and I heard it hit the road and go flying off somewhere. I never saw who was in the truck the object came from, and I never saw anyone reach out to throw it; all I saw was a distinctive-looking black metal square come flying toward me. In describing this square to others later, I learned that it was probably a plate that goes on the bottom of a scaffolding pole or on top of a builder's screw jack.
Then, on the morning after Thanksgiving (11/25/11) at around 9:45 AM, I had just entered I-10 at the La Cantera entrance ramp heading west in heavy traffic that was again moving well, when a white Lincoln Town car came speeding up, pulled in behind me, and began tailgating me. About a minute later, this car abruptly pulled into the lane just to my left and came speeding past me, going very fast. As it passed by me, I tried to see who was inside, but the windows of this vehicle looked almost as white as the car, as if they were frosted, and it was impossible to see anything inside.
The white Lincoln then cut in front of me and began driving directly ahead of my vehicle in the same lane. It began swerving back and forth a bit, so I tried to make out the license plate, but I couldn't see it well and couldn't make any of it out; in retrospect, I believe it was either a temporary tag or was obscured by a plastic cover.
Then all of a sudden, a light tan piece of what looked like wood came flying directly at me and very hard from the passenger side of the Lincoln. By some miracle, the wood fell just short of the front of my vehicle, missing it by a foot or less. I both saw and heard the projectile hit the road very hard, and I saw it bounce off the pavement and go flying fairly high up into the air before coming back down and sliding off the righthand side of the road. Once again, I had not seen an arm reach out to throw the object; I'd only seen it hurtling straight at me.
This second object had a square shape, size, and thickness that were all very similar to the black metal one from the previous incident, but it was even stranger and more distinctive-looking to me than the first. Although it had looked like it was made of light-colored wood, each of its four corners had a small diagonal line running across them that looked, in the split-second glance I had at them, like each corner had a small, sharp cover over it. I'm pretty sure these covers were metal, because they were shiny gray in color, and I thought I could see small sparks as the corners hit the pavement and bounced off. I'm less certain that the body of the square projectile was actually made of wood as it appeared, since the tan square seemed a bit heavier than I'd have expected and had made a sort of brittle noise when it bounced.
Besides the surprise of having these items come suddenly flying at me, the other thing I remember most about both incidents is how hard they had to have been thrown at me. In thinking about what I saw (and didn't see), and in discussing the incidents with others, I've come to the conclusion that these objects were probably launched at me mechanically somehow, rather than having been thrown by a person. This could have been done by something like a clay pigeon throwing device used for shooting skeet, or by using some sort of combination of a rail and surgical tubing. But again, I never saw anything like this protruding from either of these vehicles, either, although to be honest, I wasn't exactly looking for them at the time.
As soon as the wooden? object bounced away, the Lincoln immediately sped off down the freeway, going very fast (well over the speed limit) and still weaving slightly. As you can imagine, I was fairly shaken up by both incidents, particularly the second one, since that projectile had come much closer to hitting me and had been aimed straight at my head when it first came flying at me.
The other thing that shook me up badly about the second incident was that both LBJ and my former mother-in-law used to be famous for driving around our small town in white Lincoln Town cars, although they of course were older models than the one I had the incident with. (This is the reason the title of this post is plural, not singular.) My former father-in-law and his father were close business associates of LBJ's, and my ex-'s mother never made any secret of the fact that she enjoyed driving a car just like Johnson's.
I believe both of these incidents, and particularly the second one, were attempts on my life. The first I thought might possibly have been an accident at the time, but the second was clearly a serious attempt to injure or kill me, either by hitting me in the head or making me swerve, causing me to hit someone or something. Worse, these attempts aimed at me might have also hurt or killed someone else who happened to be driving nearby me.
I have reported the second incident to the Texas Department of Public Safety by email but have not yet had a response and have not yet had time to talk to anyone there. I doubt there are many white Lincoln Town cars owned by people living in our area, so I'd appreciate any information on them that my readers might be able to email me through this blog (anonymously is fine) or post as a comment here.
Before I end this post, there's one more thing I need to add. I'm currently working for a national company whose name you would immediately recognize, and as part of my on-boarding paperwork when I signed on with them, they required me to sign off on a vaguely worded life insurance document that said it covered me while I travel to and from work with them. And sure enough, I was indeed either heading to or from my work with them when each of these projectile attacks against me took place.
Then, on the morning after Thanksgiving (11/25/11) at around 9:45 AM, I had just entered I-10 at the La Cantera entrance ramp heading west in heavy traffic that was again moving well, when a white Lincoln Town car came speeding up, pulled in behind me, and began tailgating me. About a minute later, this car abruptly pulled into the lane just to my left and came speeding past me, going very fast. As it passed by me, I tried to see who was inside, but the windows of this vehicle looked almost as white as the car, as if they were frosted, and it was impossible to see anything inside.
The white Lincoln then cut in front of me and began driving directly ahead of my vehicle in the same lane. It began swerving back and forth a bit, so I tried to make out the license plate, but I couldn't see it well and couldn't make any of it out; in retrospect, I believe it was either a temporary tag or was obscured by a plastic cover.
Then all of a sudden, a light tan piece of what looked like wood came flying directly at me and very hard from the passenger side of the Lincoln. By some miracle, the wood fell just short of the front of my vehicle, missing it by a foot or less. I both saw and heard the projectile hit the road very hard, and I saw it bounce off the pavement and go flying fairly high up into the air before coming back down and sliding off the righthand side of the road. Once again, I had not seen an arm reach out to throw the object; I'd only seen it hurtling straight at me.
This second object had a square shape, size, and thickness that were all very similar to the black metal one from the previous incident, but it was even stranger and more distinctive-looking to me than the first. Although it had looked like it was made of light-colored wood, each of its four corners had a small diagonal line running across them that looked, in the split-second glance I had at them, like each corner had a small, sharp cover over it. I'm pretty sure these covers were metal, because they were shiny gray in color, and I thought I could see small sparks as the corners hit the pavement and bounced off. I'm less certain that the body of the square projectile was actually made of wood as it appeared, since the tan square seemed a bit heavier than I'd have expected and had made a sort of brittle noise when it bounced.
Besides the surprise of having these items come suddenly flying at me, the other thing I remember most about both incidents is how hard they had to have been thrown at me. In thinking about what I saw (and didn't see), and in discussing the incidents with others, I've come to the conclusion that these objects were probably launched at me mechanically somehow, rather than having been thrown by a person. This could have been done by something like a clay pigeon throwing device used for shooting skeet, or by using some sort of combination of a rail and surgical tubing. But again, I never saw anything like this protruding from either of these vehicles, either, although to be honest, I wasn't exactly looking for them at the time.
As soon as the wooden? object bounced away, the Lincoln immediately sped off down the freeway, going very fast (well over the speed limit) and still weaving slightly. As you can imagine, I was fairly shaken up by both incidents, particularly the second one, since that projectile had come much closer to hitting me and had been aimed straight at my head when it first came flying at me.
The other thing that shook me up badly about the second incident was that both LBJ and my former mother-in-law used to be famous for driving around our small town in white Lincoln Town cars, although they of course were older models than the one I had the incident with. (This is the reason the title of this post is plural, not singular.) My former father-in-law and his father were close business associates of LBJ's, and my ex-'s mother never made any secret of the fact that she enjoyed driving a car just like Johnson's.
I believe both of these incidents, and particularly the second one, were attempts on my life. The first I thought might possibly have been an accident at the time, but the second was clearly a serious attempt to injure or kill me, either by hitting me in the head or making me swerve, causing me to hit someone or something. Worse, these attempts aimed at me might have also hurt or killed someone else who happened to be driving nearby me.
I have reported the second incident to the Texas Department of Public Safety by email but have not yet had a response and have not yet had time to talk to anyone there. I doubt there are many white Lincoln Town cars owned by people living in our area, so I'd appreciate any information on them that my readers might be able to email me through this blog (anonymously is fine) or post as a comment here.
Before I end this post, there's one more thing I need to add. I'm currently working for a national company whose name you would immediately recognize, and as part of my on-boarding paperwork when I signed on with them, they required me to sign off on a vaguely worded life insurance document that said it covered me while I travel to and from work with them. And sure enough, I was indeed either heading to or from my work with them when each of these projectile attacks against me took place.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Truck Wars
The stalking and harassment being directed at me while I'm driving to and from work continues unabated, despite my earlier post on the subject. Recently, however, I've noticed a serious increase in incidents involving large trucks and other heavy vehicles, like over sized pickups, trailers, RVs, large SUVs, and the like. This is very dangerous, both to me and to other vehicles, particularly on I-10, where the speeds involved are high.
Large trucks come barrelling down the entrance ramps at me, trying to force me into someone else next to me in the passing lane. They tailgate me (usually with their lights on, as described in a previous post here) in the right hand lane, ignoring clear opportunities to pass me. They zoom past me, then cut into my lane in front of me and slow to a crawl (at which point, at least 100 of their friends in smaller vehicles suddenly start passing me to my left in a line where they're so close together that I'm trapped behind the slow-moving vehicle; remember, I'm being stalked by very large numbers of people from this area). The big trucks and other large vehicles also drive for long stretches in my blind spots, hoping I won't see them and will hit them (in which case, of course, I'll come out second-best). They swerve repeatedly at my vehicle from neighboring lanes, trying to make me panic and lose control. They surround my vehicle very closely on three sides and then start swerving at me, which is especially disconcerting and dangerous when the three vehicles doing this are all semi rigs.
But wait, there's more! Two weeks ago, a passenger in a large pickup that had just passed me suddenly threw a square black piece of metal out of their window at my windshield. There was nothing I could do to avoid this, but luckily, it just missed hitting my vehicle and bounced onto the pavement next to me.
Then there's the constant variety of bizarre and dangerous objects and items left in the roadway for me to either attempt to avoid or hit: everything from everyday items to trash to scrap metal to dead animals I've previously seen off to the side of the road that are suddenly moved back onto it for my next trip (yes, they definitely were dead the first time around; they didn't move by themselves!). On one particularly memorable occasion several years ago, two guys riding (illegally, of course) in the open bed of a pickup suddenly pushed an antique sofa off the back of the truck directly in front of me and laughed as I swerved to miss hitting it (successfully, thank heavens!).
This week, I had problems several days in a row with a particular white over sized pickup with a HCTC logo on it. I also had problems near the Comfort entrance ramp with another large white pickup truck that was carrying a large concrete vault on the back that had "Biohazard" printed in black lettering on the back of it. This last was especially interesting, given that the location where I encountered it is very close to the property that is the subject of discussion in my earlier "Death In Comfort" post.
Although, as explained in previous posts, some of the vehicles involved in the stalking and harassment of us are marked law enforcement vehicles of various kinds, I will be submitting a copy of this post to the Texas Department of Public Safety, along with my latest request for their protection of both myself and other innocent drivers. My previous complaints to them have gone unanswered, but I will continue to file written complaints with them nonetheless, in order to leave a written record of what's being done.
Large trucks come barrelling down the entrance ramps at me, trying to force me into someone else next to me in the passing lane. They tailgate me (usually with their lights on, as described in a previous post here) in the right hand lane, ignoring clear opportunities to pass me. They zoom past me, then cut into my lane in front of me and slow to a crawl (at which point, at least 100 of their friends in smaller vehicles suddenly start passing me to my left in a line where they're so close together that I'm trapped behind the slow-moving vehicle; remember, I'm being stalked by very large numbers of people from this area). The big trucks and other large vehicles also drive for long stretches in my blind spots, hoping I won't see them and will hit them (in which case, of course, I'll come out second-best). They swerve repeatedly at my vehicle from neighboring lanes, trying to make me panic and lose control. They surround my vehicle very closely on three sides and then start swerving at me, which is especially disconcerting and dangerous when the three vehicles doing this are all semi rigs.
But wait, there's more! Two weeks ago, a passenger in a large pickup that had just passed me suddenly threw a square black piece of metal out of their window at my windshield. There was nothing I could do to avoid this, but luckily, it just missed hitting my vehicle and bounced onto the pavement next to me.
Then there's the constant variety of bizarre and dangerous objects and items left in the roadway for me to either attempt to avoid or hit: everything from everyday items to trash to scrap metal to dead animals I've previously seen off to the side of the road that are suddenly moved back onto it for my next trip (yes, they definitely were dead the first time around; they didn't move by themselves!). On one particularly memorable occasion several years ago, two guys riding (illegally, of course) in the open bed of a pickup suddenly pushed an antique sofa off the back of the truck directly in front of me and laughed as I swerved to miss hitting it (successfully, thank heavens!).
This week, I had problems several days in a row with a particular white over sized pickup with a HCTC logo on it. I also had problems near the Comfort entrance ramp with another large white pickup truck that was carrying a large concrete vault on the back that had "Biohazard" printed in black lettering on the back of it. This last was especially interesting, given that the location where I encountered it is very close to the property that is the subject of discussion in my earlier "Death In Comfort" post.
Although, as explained in previous posts, some of the vehicles involved in the stalking and harassment of us are marked law enforcement vehicles of various kinds, I will be submitting a copy of this post to the Texas Department of Public Safety, along with my latest request for their protection of both myself and other innocent drivers. My previous complaints to them have gone unanswered, but I will continue to file written complaints with them nonetheless, in order to leave a written record of what's being done.
Stalking As An Addiction
There's a good article on this posted at:
http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com/2011/11/stalking-as-addiction.html
http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com/2011/11/stalking-as-addiction.html
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Update On Organized Stalking
Recently there has been some good updated information on organized stalking (aka gang stalking) posted in various places on the Internet that I'd like to share. These are posted here in no particular order, along with a brief explanation of what they're about, for your consideration.
The first of these is at
http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com/2011/11/organized-stalking-types.html
and is titled "Types Of Organized Stalking". This article was written by a friend of mine and contains a brief mention of me. The information this post contains is excellent.
The second link I'm asking my readers to look at is
http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com/2011/11/organized-stalking-purolator-and-fed-ex.html
This post, by the same author as the one above, discusses problems with Canadian mail and package deliveries experienced by a target of organized stalking. Her experiences with illegal mail and package tampering are very similar to ones my children and I have been the victims of in the U.S. for over 12 years now. ALL of our private (i.e., non-junk) mail arrives having been clearly opened, tampered with, and either left hanging open or having been crudely taped shut again. Sometimes bizarre items are added to our mail, as discussed in previous posts here dealing with mail tampering. Other times, the contents of our mail are missing or vandalized. For us, it does not matter how our mail or packages are sent; ALL the major carriers (USPS, Fed-Ex, UPS, etc.) are involved. I have filed repeated, very well-documented complaints with each of these to no avail. I have provided the USPS alone with copies of a stack of receipts for missing/stolen packages and certified letters that is over an inch thick, the tracking numbers on which all come back as "No Record", and they STILL won't do anything about it.
[Update, 11/15/11: The author of the above has posted an update that contains considerable additional information at
http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-miracle.html ].
The nest link I'm providing here is for a post at the Topix National Gang Stalking Forum that was written by well-known organized stalking victim and advocate Eleanor White. This time, I'm also providing a partial sample of Ms. White's writings at this site, along with my hope that you will take the time to go to the site and read the rest of what she's written there in other postings. Important Note: Hektor Seven, who started this forum, is a very serious perpetrator of organized stalking who is well-known to me. He seems to have started the forum as a vehicle to taunt and torment victims, rather than as a way to help victims share information and help. It's also very important for those who follow this particular forum to realize that many, if not most, of the posts on this forum are actually written by Hektor Seven under a multitude of different names. Once you understand this, you'll realize that H7, as he's known, actually uses the forum to "talk to himself" in many different personalities, which serves as a GREAT example of one of my basic axioms for stalking victims: It's the stalkers who are mentally ill, not their victims.
"http://www.topix.com/forum/blogs/T6SIJEJPAALKGVF67/p128 [For below]
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I don't follow this thread real closely, but if police records of complaints about organized stalking are being discussed, there is a HUGE number of those.
One problem is that police often try to avoid taking a written complaint that would go in their files. This makes it difficult for crime statistics to reflect the true level of organized stalking activity.
But in spite of that, recent statistics (post 2000) show that for the U.S., Canada and the U.K., complaints of group stalking represent about one complaint to police out of eight. That's a huge number.
More detail is available in pages 9-12 of my e-booklet titled "Organized Stalking" at this link:
http://www.stopos.info/osatv.pdf
Also relating to numbers of complaints about organized stalking are the calls received by the National Center for Victims of Crime. An attorney who is a member of our group has been trying for some time to get NCVC to reveal their full information relating to organized stalking. They have resisted.
However, our attorney member provided me a copy of an affidavit he swore, which is viewable on pages 49-51 of the above e-booklet.
Attorney Keith reports one call-taker at NCVC acknowledged 10 percent of the calls she receives on an average shift are about "gang" stalking, which is a poor term but does mean organized stalking by groups.
The NCVC call taker, reports Keith, acknowledged "thousands" of calls per month relating to "gang" stalking.
Keith could not get supervisors to put that in writing, unfortunately. Subsequent attempts by Keith to find out why the silence brought a hint that the official NCVC position is, and again, this was hinted at, not publicly declared, that organized stalking complaints are the result of mental illness.
Of course no mental health worker or other official has ever explained to our membership why they roll out the red carpet for targets of a single stalker, but deny that stalking by more than one stalker is even possible.
What psychological or sociological barrier absolutely prevents two or more people from getting together to "give someone the business?"
Organized stalking in the workplace has been recognized by researchers under the name "mobbing," and a book by mobbing researchers is available from amazon.com under that title. The authors are Dr. Noa Davenport, Ruth Distler Schwartz and Gail Pursell Elliott. Copyright 1999. References there to other research.
So where do psychiatrists and officials get this idea that organized stalking happens in the workplace, but NEVER, no no no no no no NEVER, in the community?
We all pay officials and doctors HUGE cushy salaries, and we allow them to treat targets of group stalking like crap. Time for that to change.
Eleanor White"
My final shared link cam be found at Cause Stalking by David Lawson:
http://books.google.ca/books?id=QLKwf8aRHSUC&lpg=PP1&pg=PT22#v=onepage&q&f=false
Lawson is a private investigator who managed to infiltrate an organized stalking gang and then wrote a book about his experiences. This link provides a great deal of additional information from Mr. Lawson's book.
I'm providing these various links to my readers because they contain a lot of accurate and basic information (some of it new) on organized stalking. I hope they will encourage you to explore the subject further. And then I hope they will help motivate you to take action to do something about it!
The first of these is at
http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com/2011/11/organized-stalking-types.html
and is titled "Types Of Organized Stalking". This article was written by a friend of mine and contains a brief mention of me. The information this post contains is excellent.
The second link I'm asking my readers to look at is
http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com/2011/11/organized-stalking-purolator-and-fed-ex.html
This post, by the same author as the one above, discusses problems with Canadian mail and package deliveries experienced by a target of organized stalking. Her experiences with illegal mail and package tampering are very similar to ones my children and I have been the victims of in the U.S. for over 12 years now. ALL of our private (i.e., non-junk) mail arrives having been clearly opened, tampered with, and either left hanging open or having been crudely taped shut again. Sometimes bizarre items are added to our mail, as discussed in previous posts here dealing with mail tampering. Other times, the contents of our mail are missing or vandalized. For us, it does not matter how our mail or packages are sent; ALL the major carriers (USPS, Fed-Ex, UPS, etc.) are involved. I have filed repeated, very well-documented complaints with each of these to no avail. I have provided the USPS alone with copies of a stack of receipts for missing/stolen packages and certified letters that is over an inch thick, the tracking numbers on which all come back as "No Record", and they STILL won't do anything about it.
[Update, 11/15/11: The author of the above has posted an update that contains considerable additional information at
http://organizedstalkingandcyberstalking.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-miracle.html ].
The nest link I'm providing here is for a post at the Topix National Gang Stalking Forum that was written by well-known organized stalking victim and advocate Eleanor White. This time, I'm also providing a partial sample of Ms. White's writings at this site, along with my hope that you will take the time to go to the site and read the rest of what she's written there in other postings. Important Note: Hektor Seven, who started this forum, is a very serious perpetrator of organized stalking who is well-known to me. He seems to have started the forum as a vehicle to taunt and torment victims, rather than as a way to help victims share information and help. It's also very important for those who follow this particular forum to realize that many, if not most, of the posts on this forum are actually written by Hektor Seven under a multitude of different names. Once you understand this, you'll realize that H7, as he's known, actually uses the forum to "talk to himself" in many different personalities, which serves as a GREAT example of one of my basic axioms for stalking victims: It's the stalkers who are mentally ill, not their victims.
"http://www.topix.com/forum/blogs/T6SIJEJPAALKGVF67/p128 [For below]
Eleanor White
Sault Sainte Marie, Canada Reply »
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Friday Nov 11
I don't follow this thread real closely, but if police records of complaints about organized stalking are being discussed, there is a HUGE number of those.
One problem is that police often try to avoid taking a written complaint that would go in their files. This makes it difficult for crime statistics to reflect the true level of organized stalking activity.
But in spite of that, recent statistics (post 2000) show that for the U.S., Canada and the U.K., complaints of group stalking represent about one complaint to police out of eight. That's a huge number.
More detail is available in pages 9-12 of my e-booklet titled "Organized Stalking" at this link:
http://www.stopos.info/osatv.pdf
Also relating to numbers of complaints about organized stalking are the calls received by the National Center for Victims of Crime. An attorney who is a member of our group has been trying for some time to get NCVC to reveal their full information relating to organized stalking. They have resisted.
However, our attorney member provided me a copy of an affidavit he swore, which is viewable on pages 49-51 of the above e-booklet.
Attorney Keith reports one call-taker at NCVC acknowledged 10 percent of the calls she receives on an average shift are about "gang" stalking, which is a poor term but does mean organized stalking by groups.
The NCVC call taker, reports Keith, acknowledged "thousands" of calls per month relating to "gang" stalking.
Keith could not get supervisors to put that in writing, unfortunately. Subsequent attempts by Keith to find out why the silence brought a hint that the official NCVC position is, and again, this was hinted at, not publicly declared, that organized stalking complaints are the result of mental illness.
Of course no mental health worker or other official has ever explained to our membership why they roll out the red carpet for targets of a single stalker, but deny that stalking by more than one stalker is even possible.
What psychological or sociological barrier absolutely prevents two or more people from getting together to "give someone the business?"
Organized stalking in the workplace has been recognized by researchers under the name "mobbing," and a book by mobbing researchers is available from amazon.com under that title. The authors are Dr. Noa Davenport, Ruth Distler Schwartz and Gail Pursell Elliott. Copyright 1999. References there to other research.
So where do psychiatrists and officials get this idea that organized stalking happens in the workplace, but NEVER, no no no no no no NEVER, in the community?
We all pay officials and doctors HUGE cushy salaries, and we allow them to treat targets of group stalking like crap. Time for that to change.
Eleanor White"
My final shared link cam be found at Cause Stalking by David Lawson:
http://books.google.ca/books?id=QLKwf8aRHSUC&lpg=PP1&pg=PT22#v=onepage&q&f=false
Lawson is a private investigator who managed to infiltrate an organized stalking gang and then wrote a book about his experiences. This link provides a great deal of additional information from Mr. Lawson's book.
I'm providing these various links to my readers because they contain a lot of accurate and basic information (some of it new) on organized stalking. I hope they will encourage you to explore the subject further. And then I hope they will help motivate you to take action to do something about it!
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