How many gang-stalkers does it take to destroy a targeted individual (TI)?
(Or, since love knows no tweakers: How many gang-stalkers does it take to UNscrew a lightbulb?)
I've endured over 100 known perpetrators since October 2006, when I first became aware of the stalking. No doubt there are many more people involved of whom I am unaware - and then some...
But, in answer to the question, it only takes ONE gang-stalker to destroy a life - and that's the one you, the target, want to look out for, because the rest are just blowing smoke and biding time.
Thus far, I am my OWN vigilante. No one watches my back but me - not then, not now, not EVER.
However, NOW when the Dog & Pony Show begins anew, I no longer get angry. Every storm turns into rain. My anger was a mask for sadness. Too many people, including those few who still claim to love me, lie to my tears.
They tell me I'm "tripping" and deny that the gang-stalking is real, yet the proof is in the disdain, dishonor and devaluation I experience every day.
Moreover, the very people who eschew the stalking are the Travel Agents providing tickets to my "trip"!
Sad to say: What has happened, IS happening and/or will happen to me as a result of being gang-stalked doesn't really matter to ANYONE but me.
Many times I've wished the gang-stalkers were as tired as me, as if wishes are dreams come true, pigs fly in real time and chivalry isn't a dead virtue -
which believe you me, it is, and deader than a door nail...
Again I've been remiss in blogging because from April through June I had a bad-ass-gangster-in-the-truest-sense-of-the-word boyfriend who promised to "set things straight" and make it "right". He took me - quite by surprise (though not against my will) and quite literally into the gaping maw of the beast, in an attempt to get straight to the heart of the matter.
I just want to testify: The proverbial "twain" really does meet, albeit somewhere within the dragon's realm that is riddled with denial, confession, sweet talk, patter and jive.