Jesse Ventura Conspiracy Theory – BRAIN INVADERS – S3 E7 http://naturalnews.tv/v.asp?v=73596f521abc983504af22e59019ff18
Well, it has only been about an hour since my previous posting, “Companies Infested With Gangstalkers” that sure enough, it happens again. I know they monitor my blog so it should have been predictable. I’ve got to remember to keep my camera with me at all times.
There are reasons that I listed FoodsCo at the top of the list in the previous post, grocery stores have a peculiar significance that isn’t exactly obvious.
When you study gangstalking, one of the first things you learn is that it is foremost, a system of control. Born of military minds, one of the principle strategies in warfare is to control the essential resources that your enemy depends upon for survival. If your enemy is starving, sick or deprived of needed supplies, they are easier to defeat. In fact, you may be able to turn some of those enemy fighters over to your side, if you offer them food and water etc. Believe it or not, this same strategy is employed by the gangstalkers. Control the population’s food and water and you control them.
Grocery stores and the employees that work in them, are valued assets for gangstalking because they know that a targeted individual might be able to evade them in almost every other way, but he or she must have food and water. You might be able to give up going to the movies, but you must make that trip to the grocery store. Guess what, the Gangstalkers will be waiting for you. This is also a key principle of Agenda 21. Municipalities often make it difficult for people to grow their own food, livestock etc. because such activities allow people to be independent and strip away a vital form of control.
Grocery stores also provide an excellent opportunity to poison you. They will observe the foods that you buy and then wait until you head for the groceries again. Your favorite foods will then have been skillfully replaced with adulterated products, usually with the complicity of store management who were recruited long ago. Becoming a stalker may even be in some cases, a condition of employment.
So, right after making my previous post I kinda get a little hungry. FoodsCo is only two blocks away and since I neither have a car nor bicycle, I usually go there. Don’t get me wrong, they do have inexpensive foods and I do like many Kroger products, but if I were in better shape financially, I would dump them.
When I get into the store, I’m on the lookout for people either watching me or doing weird stuff like hanging around me or invading my personal space. The coast seems clear and I kind of relax. I get my cooking oil and three pies for a dollar and head up to the checkout line. I just happen to turn up an isle that puts me right in the path of the store manager, who is cashiering. Now, I’ve had dealings with this manager before, to get the details on those gangstalking incidents read the lower portion of this post. I now think to myself, “Oh God, I was hoping he wasn’t here and I would have to head up the very isle where he is at.” For a second I think of turning back, but you get tired of reacting to “them” all the time. So, I said “F” it and continued up.
I’m looking at him as I pass and he is looking at me with his peripheral vision. I’m thinking to myself, “how can someone be so deluded as to think that this kind of complicity is the way to go?” and “How much of a lack of insight does it take for this person to be able to sleep at night?” Also, “What kind of upbringing allows this person to think that this is all OK??” Knowing what I know about history, it defies my imagination that some people never seem to learn and keep making the same mistakes over and over again. Sieg Heil!
There was a cashier working there too, who is the girlfriend of a neighbor who lives in my building. This neighbor is a principle gangstalker and has chemically attacked me not long ago. Never thought he would do that as we were friendly before. I’ve come to learn that my shitty little dump hotel is mostly inhabited by scum of the earth. My neighbors.
They aren’t scum because they are intravenous heroin addicts, raging alcoholics, rapists, murders, thieves (boosters) or impoverished. No, I still considered them human beings. They no longer meet my standards now because I’ve discovered most of them to be complicit in gangstalking, an activity I consider to be absolutely Satanic. In my mind, a person so engaged is an active worker in the construction of Lucifer’s kingdom here on earth. You are helping the Devil, who tried to kill God and certainly wants every human being dead. You are too stupid to understand how suicidal your behavior is. Until they come to their senses, I want little to do with them. Scant chance of that happening though, they won’t listen to me. They just think I’m gullible and stupid.
I’m standing in line now, after sighting these two employees and trying to get as far away from them as possible, when I see something familiar. The last bit of trouble I had in FoodsCo involved a huge biker, who yelled at me to get in line with him at the behest of the manager. I realized at the time that it was all “street theater” meant to bully me, so I ignored it. I ignore a lot. Well, as I’m standing there, what do I see come through the door and head straight for where I’m standing? Thats right, another huge dude only this time, he’s black. Extremely muscular, wearing a wife beater and in full display. As a teen I used to have eighteen inch arms and did some bodybuilding for awhile, so I was admiring his physic. As he gets closer, I see a severe scowl on his face and realize, “Oh, it’s one of “them” again, damn I’m tired of this stupid crap.” So I put my blank face on and just stare ahead, no reaction. As he passes, he turns his head to look me directly in the face. I’m thinking, “F*** you dirtbag, don’t complain when you get sent to Hell…” I just get so tired of having to deal with dumb stuff from these creeps that it really just makes me want to say “Ok, lets have it out once and for all…” but you see, that is what they want. I would only be giving them victory. Again, you get real tired after awhile, or angry, but I’m no quitter. I refuse to let them win.
After this douche, I now know that they are here, so I begin to look around. Sure enough, I spot two more guys come in that just don’t smell right. They mill around nearby like two criminals up to something and have mean looks on their faces, like they are ready. One of them says to the other, “thats alright, we’ll just wait” and then looks directly at me. Now, it could be that I was just on alert at that moment, but I think I’ve had enough experience to spot these creeps when around. In any case, I know there was somebody watching somewhere. There always is. These guys were white, the muscular dude was black. All of them left the store without buying anything at all.
It started at FoodsCo and with this particular manager when I complained to him about Nursery brand fluoridated baby water, an item FoodsCo stocks. I listen to Alex Jones and infowars.com you see, and Alex said that if you see your local store selling this baby brain killing product it is your moral duty to ask management to take it off the shelf. I followed this instruction and that is when my real problems with FoodsCo began. Again, read my previous post.
I would do the very same thing again and intend to continue the issue, the Nursery brand fluoridated water, that is. I kept complaining to him about it until he finally came up with an answer, that being that he had no control over the buying of the water and that as long as it was legal to be sold it would be stocked. He then suggested I write state legislators. I have not done that as yet.
I failed to mention that I also gave him a CD of a video that Alex Jones made about the water, as well as an interview with Professor Griff of Public Enemy fame. It was after that the trouble really began.
Another clue about FoodsCo is that not too long ago they installed some very Orwellian security cameras in their isles, complete with little screens that let you observe yourself being watched. I took it to be an experiment in desensitizing people to being overtly surveilled, to see how they would react to being watched while performing the essentials of life.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t like being watched all the time, especially while shopping for groceries. Its almost like being watched while going to the bathroom. Icky. I believe them to be a bad company now, and would not patronize them anymore if I had any reasonable alternative.
If it were a fair fight (if there ever is such a thing), I would say “anytime creeps, anytime…”