“You’re offline”

Apparently, what I have been typing about the latest local abuse didn’t even go online?

Also, when I call the police number for non- urgent matters, I get connected to the number for matters that require urgent police action. That’s now happened twice.

No more abuse. Ever.

I am done with this bullshit.

I just found a ton more vicious local abuse.

A “prank” (scam)? Or another coercive control ploy? Whatever…

I am not having it.

I am having none of it. Not one tiny morsel of it.

Being me is not a crime. Targeting me for who I am is (even though that makes no difference in real life). I do not have to put up with it, though.

Fuck this vile shit.


Here we go again

My VPN – I started using it again last night – said that I was connected to the Netherlands. Google said that it thinks I am in London. The phone was acting a bit weird, so I rebooted it. It now says that I am connected to the US and I have examples in Cyrillic in my search bar.

And the phone is suddenly really hot again.

4chan? 8chan? What’s that?

Search the web!

Yes, folks.

I’ve said it before, more or less jokingly. Didn’t really think that it could really be the case, I suppose. Because it would be so utterly stupid.

But I’ve been highly critical of this movement, too. For years. They are nowhere near the benevolent force for good that some people mistake them for.

These are folks who want to be feared.

It’s not an organisation, either. It’s not organised, at all. It’s a very loosely connected mass movement of people who hang out not only online but offline as well.

There are good people in it and there are bad people in it and they sometimes carry out good things but they are also into a lot of really bad sinister shit. I consider them as being mostly about hate. Dumb blind hate.

It explains why over the years I have gotten so many different explanations for what’s been going on, including that it was my business name that had brought this upon me.

It explains it all. Everything.

Every aspect of it.

(Phone gets hot again.)

About a month ago, someone who is tied into this shit too, one way or another, mentioned them. As the solution to my problem. But in a really off way.

Here’s the thing.

This had happened before.

It also explains why years ago, I was suddenly told “You’re actually a really nice woman” after which I thought “No shit, Sherlock!” but that the hate against me continued relentlessly nevertheless.

That’s because that particular person may well have stopped hassling me from that point onward but everyone else continued.

It explains why a Dutch IT person or hacker or whatever suddenly sent me a computer drawing of a train platform with a retractable ramp for users of wheelchairs and mobility scooters. Came completely out of nowhere. It seemed to be intended to be helpful.

An artwork of dark and light? I’ll say! More dark than light, though. A lot more dark. And more fingers and penises than brain cells?

It explains it all. Everything. Every goddamn aspect of it, of what’s been happening to me, the vicious shit that has been done to me, and why I don’t seem to be able to get rid of this stuff no matter where I go.

Consider this: I didn’t actually know anyone in England! So how else could I have drawn this to me? Why else did I also get really bizarre things in my life like being invited to online professional networks where I then receive lots of messages… For example from… babies. The kind that is literally in diapers.

It may even explain that when I wanted to install OpenBSD, trying to get around the non-stop interference, none of the books about UNIX were on their shelf at the public library, but they had not been checked out. It explains why any OS or anything else I download is potentially already tainted.

In my opinion, what Anonymous does is mostly malicious. They don’t want to be seen as doing good, they want to be seen as powerful, a force to be reckoned with and to be feared.

“anything goes”

The so-called good that they do is too often about attacking things and people on the basis of rumours, without any due diligence, and with very little consideration for possible consequences.

Think attacking a nuclear power plant on a whim because they don’t like the woman – or country – that runs it, wanting to make her – or it – look bad or just put the power plant out of action.

Plant explodes, doing a great deal of damage to several countries. This sort of dumb shit. Oops.

No, they have not literally done this yet, but they’ve done similar stupid shit. Oops, wrong person. Oops, it wasn’t all quite what we thought was going on. Oops, wrong country whose government websites we put out of action. Or right country but the problem isn’t actually its government. Oops.

These are also lots of neonazi’s, QAnon folks and so on in this movement. Incels, too. All thrown together with no real coordinator. Just drivers, gas pedals and fingers.

They’re an uncoordinated crowd. Of people who work at banks, internet providers, power companies and so on and so forth.

And apparently this movement is quite massive?

Here’s something about QAnon that explains how this kind of mass bullshit works:


None of it has anything whatsoever to do with who I am. It’s all happening in the basis of utter bullshit nonsense that gets spread around by these types of movements. Doesn’t matter who you are, has nothing to do with who or what you are. Anyone and anything can grab their attention and the whole thing can then spin totally out of control.

Here is another example of how this stupid bullshit works:


The nearest incel/8chan joker is at it again (but not just that, there is more really really vile stuff going on again)

Doing his moo cow elephant dog act again.

(No, it’s definitely not Tourette’s. I did think so – or at least wonder about that – for a brief while.)

He is so pathetic. An hour or so ago, he was busy trying to blow up my phone again.

Weirdo. Wanted to see me in my bed?

I got up and switched my computer on instead.

Someone’s also been in my flat again, by the looks of it. I found the second page of a job application from just before Christmas under my bag and the next day, I found the first page. (Message: “I fucked that up too for you, like all the other efforts you’re making”, perhaps?) I am not 100% sure that someone deposited it there, under my bag, but I haven’t found a better explanation yet. At the time, before Christmas, I had seen that there were supposedly vacancies, but when I went online to look for it, there was nothing. So I dropped off an envelope at the place where I had seen that there appeared to be vacancies.

A big problem is that anyone who wants to employ me will have to hide me in order to shield me and thereby also shield themselves from interference.

As long as this nonsense continues, there isn’t a heck of a lot that I can do.

On Thursday, there was interference on my computer again and it got to me. On Friday, I visited the CAB – which was actually closed.

(9 May: It turns out that apparently I had spoken with a hired actor, for crying out loud, or perhaps more likely someone who is into this local shit too, but this discovery was not a big surprise. While I was there, I was told that the office was closed on Fridays, the door was locked after I stepped in and I was escorted back and forth through the building twice, like some kind of prisoner, really strange. But not only did I notice that the woman I talked with seemed to feel that she was playing some kind of act when she was writing down various things etc, and did she do something else that was either deliberate or a genuine accidental giveaway, I am pretty sure that I have seen her before and that, among other things, she was at my place, years ago, to drop off a dog for a woman who supposedly was in hospital for a month, in a similar stupid charade, involving a house in Shaftesbury Road in Southsea.

That was a similar bizarre exercise. It caused me to stop looking after other local people’s pets, also, because it was followed by a few really bizarre pet-sitting requests. There’s always been some cat/dog theme part of my abuse, such as currently some dog toy having been left on the patio and people yelling things about cats and dogs at me. It made me wonder if “walking the dog” was slang for a guy whipping out his penis, just like locals have often tried to use freecycle to make fun of me with other slang – for example about cages, printers and bed slats, two of which are sexual slang referring to a woman’s genitalia – but I could not find anything about dog-walking being sexual slang.)

Later on Friday, I bought a bottle of wine to drown myself in.

I am so fed up with this abusive shit.

But that, that is what these folks want to hear. That they’re getting to me.

Years ago, I posted the song “she drives me crazy” under the heading “he drives me crazy”, on an IT-related site for which I no longer own the domain name. I got a comment that that was exactly what “they” wanted to hear, what “they” were after. That they were driving me crazy. I had actually been joking at the time. Whoever the people are who are doing this, they have no idea. I am BORED! For over a decade, I’ve basically been able to do jack shit. That’s BORING. I’ve always been someone who likes doing tons of stuff. Sleeping all day or sitting in a sun lounger all day or climbing the walls day after day after day is not my idea of a good time. For starters, I like having normal interactions with other humans.