Has the mysterious ubiquitous “Rob” just popped up again?

This comment does not show up at all when I look on YouTube:

So I can’t reply to this comment. What am I supposed to post on Reddit?

This is just like for example this comment below about cutting off my nipples never appeared on YouTube either. (It somehow just gets fed into my browser on my screen, pops up, but there is no link, not to the comment and not to the profile that supposedly posted the comment.)

(Roger Downey, of the motorcycle shop next-door, who’s seen me suffer for years, has watched me live without electricity and food, in ill health and utter powerlessness, utter misery and sometimes in fear, is one of the locals who knows about this particular comment too. He thought it was all hilarious and mocked me.)

(I was really really worried at the time because everything I tried to do in terms of income that would enable me to get out of my shitty situation was deliberately being sabotaged by someone out there and I’d previously gotten this message that suggested that someone was out to destroy me because it was so much fun to destroy an intelligent person. I don’t remember if I had electricity at the time; does not matter. The jerk merely mocked me, again. He saw how stuck I was and relished my misery.)

(So yeah, this, and all the rest, as well as men of all ages – strangers – grabbing their penis and yelling something really bizarre at you or just yelling something really bizarre at you – not every day but far too often; in fact, it’s only ever happened to me in Portsmouth – is also quite typical for Portsmouth. So, yeah, I want the hell out of this vile, fiercely misogynistic town with its stupid ‘drangheta culture. And I want my goddamn life back. I’ve mostly just sat here, for years, unable to do a damn thing, just waiting for the abuse and sabotage to stop. I have made FOUR escape attempts. I have contacted my embassy and I have tried contacting the United Nations about this, and so many other people and offices locally. I want out. I want the hell out. I want my goddamn life back.)

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11-ish (continues next day)

Doorbell rings, someone comes upstairs, male voice talks. Someone leaves again, within 5 minutes. No car drives off.

11:15: Can no longer log in to a particular website. (This, btw, is a site I got fucked on last year when I started working again on getting outtahere asap; I think it is also where I got that thing about the football bets, which for the record has nothing to do with that site.) 2FA not working for some reason and got locked out.

(Possible reason can be time difference between “the network” that I am on and my real time. I’ve seen a time difference of two hours a few times (on a site with the day’s economic calendar); am not currently seeing that, but am seeing 1-minute and 2-minute difference between phone and computer, which is really odd as both are on same internet provider. There was some stuff this morning, however; see below. I’ve also already needed to throw the power off to reboot once.)

11:29: Decided to reboot everything. Computer wouldn’t shut down so had to flip the wall socket’s power switch again. Now everything is running on the same time again.

I had only reinstated 2FA on that site yesterday or Sunday, to lower the chance of getting messed with in it again. Had disabled 2FA previously. Changed the password for the 2FA authenticator at a Starbucks before the Android I was using at the time got accessed.

I also got this again this morning… WHAT network?


(I have been seeing some signs of a possible presence in my computer again all morning, but it’s not a certain sign.)

For the record, it’s possible that me switching on my computer in the morning automatically wakes up someone else’s computer.

11:40: let’s see if I can log in now…

Yes.

12:15: Someone else leaves from flat below. No car drives off. (May mean that cars are now parked along the main road, where I can’t see them.)

14:00: a man’s voice and a young kid’s voice from the flat below. The kid sound like a young boy; have heard his voice several times in the past two or three weeks. Not before, I think. There is also a young woman who can sound very child-like, but it’s not her; she often speaks in a very soft monotone, does not sound like a boy. I didn’t hear anyone come up the stairs, but I had my headphones on for a while. Must be a video call with wherever home is.

14:10: everything quiet again (occasionally some sounds, but no more talking)

14:27: I did hear a man talk softly a few minutes ago (could potentially come from groundfloor flat, hard to tell, but I don’t think so). Still talking, sounds as if he is on the phone. The black car that I saw yesterday afternoon is parked outside again.


15:30: male talking, sounds like he is on the phone, lasted about 5 minutes. Sounds like he is cleaning, next, in bathroom and vacuuming. They did a lot of cleaning two days ago too. A lot of vacuuming.

16:00: talking and vacuuming again. No woman. No child either. Most definitely not the case that there is one guy living there who works two jobs to support his pregnant wife. She often does not seem to be here at all.

16:10: One person (must be guy, then) leaves. Drives off in the little black car a few minutes later.


Next day: I’m gonna leave it at that. Whatever the fuck is going on in the flat under mine, it’s been going on for years and years, in various forms, probably. There’s definitely been a lot of stuff going on there ever since Ruth Mbvundula moved out. Oh, wait a minute… I referred her to the city council when the landlord refused to give back her deposit. (In fact… she was probably owed up to three times the sum of the deposit as it had not been dealt with according to the law, but I was not aware of that at the time.)

I will likely still try to connect the various people to the various cars and get their license plates. Might be helpful for the police.

11:30: someone’s in my computer (not surprised because I saw that the time on my phone and on my computer was different again)

Also, I suspect that my tablet’s camera was used 15 minutes ago to spy on me. I suddenly saw active symbols that I had no explanation for but as soon as I checked them out, they disappeared.

11:33: after a guy driving the little black car just left from the flat below, my doorbell rang, and then the doorbell of the flat below started ringing repeatedly, so it’s possibly the same shit going on again that started on 7 February 2023 at 10pm. Not certain, however!

(After that… something else happened that now may have given me a better clue as to what is going on there.)

12:00: Second, no, third, no, fourth sign of someone in computer this morning. Screensaver didn’t kick in.

13:19: here we go again. Phones and computer are supposed to be on the same network, and keep network time, but they clearly don’t because there is a time difference again, so 2FA is not working. Last time this happened, rebooting the lot – all of it – helped. The computer battery is fairly new, in case anyone wonders. Two, three years old.

Train crash in the Netherlands

Middle of the night. 03:30. In the vicinity of The Hague, in a relatively rural area between Leiden and The Hague. (Thanks, Guardian, for covering this incident on your site’s front page, and posting the Reuters news article.)

People on the train help each other. Emergency services are on location within 10 minutes. (Cause: small construction crane on the track. A freight train runs into “construction materials” too, at about the same time, but that causes no injuries. A fire breaks out, which is extinguished quickly. So far, 1 dead, around 30 injured, 19 in hospital, including the train driver, with fractures.)

People asleep in their beds nearby wake up because of the noise, get up, dress, go outside and start helping crash victims, taking them into their homes, offering them food and beverages. Eleven of the 30 injured people are cared for in people’s homes.

Good.

A few days ago, a 21-year-old student pilot in the US lost her entire nose wheel assembly on take-off on her third solo flight. Her own instructor was not around, so ATC, another instructor and another pilot help her land safely. (She had to land while keeping the nose as high as possible as long as possible, which she did. Eventually, the tail touched the runway surface, which stopped the plane and only then, it tipped.)

Good.

In early 2010, I think it was, or maybe late 2009, there was a lot of snow in England, and many drivers got stuck on highways.

One guy hands out beakers of tea to drivers.

Good.

English newspapers praise him for not charging for the tea.



In other countries, people do not whine about a pilot’s cost of extra fuel he burns up to stay with a stricken student pilot’s plane or about the cost of the food that people provide to train crash victims.

Leiden train station was closed this morning, by the way, because too many people showed for their trains, unaware of what had happened, leading to an unacceptable, dangerously large number of people at the station. Leiden is a nice place. I lived there for a while, a long time ago. No buses are running to replace the trains that normally travel between Leiden and The Hague because the affected number of passengers is simply too whopping high for that.

Dutch people tend to stay COOL and CALM in this sort of circumstances. Does it make them happy? No, of course not. Do they all turn it all into a big bizarre drama instead of feeling grateful that none of their loved ones were affected or whatever? No, of course not, though a few may. There are always a few.

One Dutch passenger on the train was filming on his phone and even filmed himself putting on his boots or something, too, but at least he was also telling everyone – in Dunglish, not Dutch, showing awareness of his other passengers – to get out of the train asap (“Come! Out!”, indicating that he was near an exit) and asking people one by one if they were okay. He was likely using the light on his phone to provide light, by filming. (Do you know where your “torch” function is located? Does your phone have one?) The lights in the train had gone out, after all. He likely did the first thing that came to his mind to have some light. Maybe even using muscle memory. (17:36: yes, it was pitch black. He’s a Dutch student.)

(17:36: The first thing the train driver said, after weakly calling out “help” and being heard by that student? Asking how the passengers were faring.)

Several injured passengers have meanwhile released from hospital, btw. (17:36: three are in the ICU.)

Yesterday, someone who sounded very English (using English verbiage) tagged me on YouTube and called the pilot who had stayed with the student pilot’s plane a few days ago crazy. It made me furious. It makes me want to yell “FU!” at such a dumb ass. One of the reasons you do that is so that you can direct emergency services to the exact location if something goes wrong, dammit, besides just mere compassion and support for the student pilot, for example because you can see things on the other plane that its pilot can’t or you can tell the student pilot that she’s a little too high or whatever, if needed. You do that so that if the plane goes down, you can observe whether the pilot gets out and whether the plane catches fire or not. You do that so that maybe, you can put your plane down in a nearby field to rush over and pull the pilot out, if necessary.

It is what you do. It simply is what you do. And the airport happened to have the available air space for him to stay close and overfly next to her. What was it? 7R? While she landed on 7L? That’s not crazy. That’s what you do. That’s simply what you do, as a pilot.

That’s what was still on my mind when I woke up this morning.

13:15: Dutch king has visited crash site. (Flies as a pilot for KLM, to keep his license current; his professional specialty is water management, though, and he studied history at university.)

Also, two tracks were in use, two were closed due to work; major investigations have been launched to figure out what exactly happened. The deceased was the crane driver, a BAM employee.

Mean-spirited, vengeful landlords versus landlords who have their heads screwed on properly

In England, many landlords do what they can to make the lives of their tenants as hard as possible. That strikes me as stupid, but it’s a consequence of the English class system. Landlords don’t consciously think about such things; they just have this fixed idea that people who rent deserve to be abused in some way.

I used to know a landlord in Southampton, who was a retired builder who took his boat over to France in the summers and who ran into me one day, a scientist (class system thinking kicking in), and showed me a new place that he was building and then blurted out “It does not need to be good as it’s only for tenants” before he kicked his shin when he remembered I was one of his tenants.

I used to know another one who was a friend for a while, who called tenants “bad tenants” if they called him to say that the heating was not working or that the washing machine he provided was not working. He was not a bad dude at all. His train of thoughts was simply pervaded by English class ideas without him being aware of it.

Landlords in England don’t even think twice about deliberately using inappropriate materials that encourage mold development in tenants’ homes. It does not occur to them. They don’t think about it at all. They grab the cheapest or the same tin of wall paint and apply the obligatory 2 tiles because that is what they’ve always done.

They don’t realize that if they don’t do whatever they can to support their tenants’ health and their general ability to support themselves, they are being pretty stupid. It is a mere consequence of the class system that landlords install energy-guzzling heating systems just because those were the cheapest ones on the market.

It does not mean that they are mean-spirited. It’s just how they are brought up. You eat fresh food and you give moldy and stale food to the poor. That’s just the way it is.

My current landlord, by contrast, is vengeful and mean-spirited.

He knows that I have been trapped here for years. He knows that I have made four attempts to escape from my abuse situation here in Portsmouth (while based at this flat) that all failed because I had no money. None. I had three options. Suicide, going homeless without access to financial support or remaining trapped in my sadistic abuse situation.

Over the years, he has made several attempts to evict me. Those attempts always contained stupid little errors that made it easy for me to show up in court and say “Your honor, this eviction attempt is not legal and here’s why”.

Each of these exercises cost him money. They cost me money too, and a lot of time. They sometimes forced me to run around all over town delivering documents and copies of documents, as required by law.

(He was of course also gathering information from me, for example with regard to which documents I had and which ones I did not have, as well as of my understanding of the legal process, but I doubt that he was doing that consciously.)

This guy is into playing stupid little games.

(He has some bad childhood hangups, so I understand.)

Instead of cutting his losses by giving me the money that would enable me to get away and finally establish a new life elsewhere – which landlords in the States commonly do, so I understand – he prefers to sustain bigger losses, take me to court, time and time again, just so that he can play his stupid little games.

Maybe he has a hangup with regard to women who went to university. Maybe his parents were once evicted by a Dutch landlord. I have no idea.

He changed his company’s bank account without informing me (the old bank account ceased to exist), and he later changed his office address without informing me. His new office address has no doorbell and no letterbox. Most of the time, postal mail gets returned or is not acknowledged. He sends letters and e-mails on different letterheads for companies of which at least one does not even exist…

(Remember that I can’t call anyone without needing to travel out of town first, so I no longer have an easy way of contacting his offices. When I still could, my calls and other tenants’ calls, however, also used to be ignored.)

He does childish things like make appointments for inspections and then send someone over on the wrong day just so that he can say that I am a problem tenant.

Maybe his childhood included evictions, indeed. Maybe he now takes joy in seeing bailiffs show up at his tenants’ doors. More likely, I think, he is simply playing stupid eviction games because it helps him get over his childhood hangups.

Whatever it is that is driving his petty vengeful behaviors, the only way you can stop someone who is that unhinged from continuing to play his stupid little games is to stop playing along with these eviction games altogether. After all, if you succeed in blocking the eviction attempt, all you have done is guarantee that you remain someone else’s toy.

It has been suggested on one occasion that he is the one behind my ordeal in this town. I don’t think so. First of all, that ordeal began several years before I moved into my current flat and second, I don’t think my landlord is as stupid as to engage in deliberately sabotaging a tenant’s income and all that. (Go into my flat to take socks from my dirty laundry or break my folding stepping stool, etc?) That would be quite a different ballgame, a much riskier one.

There’s this, too:

Even organizations like Shelter and Centrepoint are pervaded by silly English class ideas. It’s much easier to get support from them if think you are uneducated, not too smart and very poor. They have no problem with causing extra costs for you if they realize you don’t fit that bill. That too is pretty petty.

The same kind of pettiness is at work when homeless people are arrested for “vagrancy” under a 200-year-old law: https://www.theguardian.com/society/2023/apr/02/thousands-of-homeless-people-arrested-under-archaic-vagrancy-act

By the way, the UK may be the only western country where you can be evicted for no reason, in a so-called “no-fault” eviction, which the UK government has been promising to end for a long time too. Just like that 200-year-old Vagrancy Act.

About hacking, for the record:

 
Unless you have a live video feed so that you can see what someone is doing in your equipment in real time, you cannot be sure of who it is who’s in your equipment. There is also always the possibility that someone else has HIRED hackers to hack into your equipment. That could for example be the case if you are dealing with someone who has an antisocial personality disorder.

Also, my HDD is NOT the problem, no. (I should have mentioned that before.)

Things have been pretty quiet and normal since about 2 pm yesterday.

In the Netherlands, city councils are taking over their citizens’ debts

It works as follows. The city councils become the debtors, pay the creditors the amount that the city councils believe that the citizens in debt would be able to pay off in three years.

That wipes the slate clean and makes the debts disappear. The citizens in debt then pay off their city council in the course of the following three years.

Everybody wins.

If it is expected that the citizen in question will have a considerably higher income soon, this option is not available because it will enable this particular citizen to pay off the debts, resulting in larger payments for the creditors.

 

https://nos.nl/artikel/2469718-bijna-alle-gemeenten-nemen-inmiddels-schulden-van-burgers-over

How otherization of older adults works

The Guardian has a survey about the pandemic, about how it affected those of us who are in our 50s and 60s. I completed this survey and found it to be highly biased.

It assumes that we struggled. Because we were in our 50s and 60s? It assumes that we had trouble coping. Because we were in our 50s and 60s?

Some of us did not experience the pandemic as a burden but as a blessing. It had me sitting on the edge of my seat, for example, eagerly observing it all.

I loved what was going on, with my apologies to those who lost loved ones and those who developed long Covid, and I loved how it gave me access to all kinds of research-related online meetings in the US and how it enabled me to discover that the rest of the world did still exist and still functioned normally and had not gotten into the same bizarre state of disarray as the highly divisive community around me.

I also really liked that people around me suddenly were a lot less aggressive and violent. The lockdowns made me realize how much I hated being in the town that I am in and how badly I wanted to leave this wretched place with its highly restrictive ‘ndrangheta-style culture where I’d already been stuck in an utterly unreal sadistic slavery situation for so long.

https://www.theguardian.com/society/2023/mar/30/over-50s-in-the-uk-how-did-the-pandemic-impact-your-mental-health

Particularly children and young adults were highly impacted by the pandemic. The pandemic not only isolated them and interfered with their normal development, for many of them, it was their first encounter with life not always going the way you expect it.

Why does Ashley of Cash Converters North End Portsmouth want me dead?

If he doesn’t, why is he apparently part of the vicious gang that has been targeting me and sabotaging my life for nearly 15 years now, after all?

I mean, where does his suddenly oh so openly fierce hate contempt for me come from?

It’s the same kind of ice-cold hatred that I have been getting for nearly 15 years now in this bizarre little island enclave where I didn’t even know anyone. It began as soon as I moved to this town.

Where on earth does it come from?

Why did Ashley last week feel that he no longer needed to hide his hatred contempt for me?

What is his relationship to that creepy Portsmouth City Council-employed woman who tried to talk me into taking my own life? I mean: WTF?!

Wtf is going on in this strange island community?


For Jane, who is only manager in name, not in reality. Shame on you, Cash Converters.

When I purchased that iPad from you at the end of 2016, Jane, that was because I urgently wanted to pay two young women who had done some work for me as part of a water management research project. It was nearly Christmas and I had promised them payment before Christmas, but I suddenly couldn’t go online anywhere any longer and other payment methods that I tried such as PayPal weren’t working out either. That iPad had a SIM card slot so it enabled me to go online.

When I returned that laptop that I had purchased from you, that was because it had already been hacked because it had been left on your shop shelves with wifi on and no protection. I figured that if I told you that, you might not want to reimburse me. Sorry. I had selected that laptop because it had no webcam; I had gotten fed up with hackers spying on me and always needing to make sure that cameras were facing wall/ceiling, in a ceramic jar or covered. (The iPad’s camera got accessed too, but I quite liked it. It had a really good camera and it was great for making nature videos. I took it to the Farlington Marshes one day.)


Btw, Ashley, you may want to read this, too: https://angelinasouren.com/2023/03/30/2330/

19:08

It’s been quite quiet on my equipment since about 2pm, but folks just entered the flat below again. Does that mean that stuff on my computer and phones will start up again? Time will tell.

19:38: left again

20:20: folks entering the flat below again

20:14: I am so fucking angry over what’s been going on here in this fucked-up little island enclave, all the abuse that’s been unleashed at me since I moved here

Watch this, you fucking vile Andrew Tate clones. This was her third solo flight. All you would have done was cut her comms and do what you could to make her crash, because that is how you tick, you stupid incel-flavored script kiddies. You sure as hell could not have landed that plane, had you been the ones flying it. You have none of what it takes.

15:31

Tried to plan two future payments but am unable to log into my NatWest account. Suddenly, whoa has not happened in a long time, am asked for my texted code again, which I didn’t get. Could be a mere hiccup. Will try again. Meanwhile booked the payments in my app.

15:36: I did receive the code when I tried again… on one of my SIM-LESS phones. Checked… The payments are scheduled in my account.

13:24: FU, Portsmouth

Tried to carry out the payment again, now could no longer access the website. That too has happened before. “Nah nah nah nah nah” Is still in my computer, too. (I can actually see it.)

I then did what I started doing about a year ago. Benefiting other people who became a victim of the abuse directed at me. They were “collateral damage”. If I can no longer do a thing for myself, and cannot escape from Portsmouth either, then I will do whatever I can to remedy that.

I’ve been making all sorts of donations, too, such as to Amnesty International, and even ordered Simon Cowell’s book because the proceeds would benefit wildlife (not that I like Simon Cowell much – compare him against Doug Willen and you’ll see what I mean – but Cowell merely had the misfortune of having grown up in England, I suspect, and he is not a bad guy). In addition, I made one or two donations to them too.

So I just paid £500 into someone else’s account, and that payment DID go out, thankfully. Because she too was horribly victimized by my ordeal in Portsmouth. She has a little kid, and she’s actually only now surviving here and beginning to thrive because of substantial financial support from the Netherlands. I don’t necessarily like her a lot. She bitches too much at and about older women, but I know where it comes from, and I also know that she’s gone through a lot of bad shit too, with (male) partners. I do appreciate her and she certainly never should have been co-victimized by what happened to me in Portsmouth.

 

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12:52: looks like my NatWest account is getting interfered with again

I just conducted a little test and exactly what I thought would happen just happened. I am actively being interfered with again. at least on my computer or internet connection. I just approved a payment in my NatWest app. It’s not going out, not arriving.

Why did I want to make that specific payment? Because I desperately want out of my sadistic slavery situation.

This sort of interference has happened a million times before in the past decade.

Example: I want to pay for my internet by bankcard and am being forced to go buy a top up voucher. When I anticipate and buy a top-up voucher in advance, I suddenly no longer have the option to top up by voucher but need to use my bankcard.

So… I didn’t actually fix the NatWest app this morning. The app I have is a fake, somehow. Doctored.

A few weeks ago, an outgoing payment also simply disappeared. Had to enter it a second time.

Zero response

etc etc etc.

I’ve been desperately wanting my life back for so long. I’m not perfect and I am not male, but I deserve to get to live MY LIFE again, like I used to.

There were many more others I could have e-mailed, but then the mail would have been flagged as spam. There are also many others who I can no longer e-mail because quite a few women in science who I used to know passed away in their 50s.

I can’t just roll over and quietly crawl into a corner like I am “supposed” to do, dammit.

I’ve previously contacted my embassy (secretly and anonymously, from a computer at Advice Portsmouth before they got hacked in 2016, but all that embassy and consulate staff can do is potentially visit you in prison if you end up in prison; it’s not the same as when you are stranded somewhere as a tourist) as well as the United Nations (from my office computer, which just got me postal junk mail asking for donations). I had wanted to know if there was some way that I could get refugee status in my home country if I fled from Portsmouth.

8:59: What does this tell you?

 
Remember that I also have a hacked phone that is telling me that my NatWest banking app will stop working within 6, sorry now 5, days and a printer that is suddenly missing its drivers. All at the same time.

This is the kind of nonsense I’ve been dealing with ever since I moved into my current flat, but hey, “I am just an old cow who can’t handle technology”. May I remind you that my webpage about the bit of IT background I have disappeared from this site, too, all by itself?

9:12: the screens have gone back to normal again

I’d switched on the computer at around 8:30. I’d overslept, yes. Deserves the death penalty, I know, Portsmouth.

09:30: NatWest banking app issue resolved. (Meanwhile, made 11 bucks trading, too; am slowly making my way back toward overcoming the experience I had last year, the losses caused by the stupid “football matches” hackers last year, the idiots that left me a message about their experience with betting on football matches, yes, just in case I was not quite sure what exactly was going on. The fact that I had warned them that I was going to put in losing trades and let them run if they didn’t stop fucking with me and then went ahead and did it, didn’t entirely stop them from fucking with me but it did help A LOT. They or he had made the fatal mistake of getting me into the position in which I literally had nothing left to lose, after they had literally taken everything from me that I had achieved or that had mattered to me. I started trading because I wanted to get out of Portsmouth asap – escape! get my life back! – and because I can no longer travel when it’s too cold.)

09:48: now tackling the printer driver issues again. I thought nothing useful had downloaded other than perhaps a tar ball archive, which I just found in my downloads, but which previous versions of the operating system and I never managed to handle, but my current version does seem to know how to deal with it.



10:00: Let’s see if that did the trick…

10:01: yes

But nobody in Portsmouth is fucking with me, right? People in Portsmouth are all sweet little angels who knit and tend to their gardens all day, and do little else but smile oh so sweetly, except when they don’t and give you the full blast of their blind hatred.