Gangstalking

Gangstalking is happening.

http://gangstalkingwiki.com/

Bryce Williams was a targeted individual who didn't know WHY he was being harassed. Bryce Williams ignorantly thought it was because of race, but it was not. Targeted Individuals come from every type of background, the targeting in indiscriminate. 

When will you realize that gangstalking, organized stalking, workplace mobbing, etc. is happening (it goes by various names). It is a silent holocaust of psychological mass murder. 

The goals of gangstalking are twofold: Firstly, they are coercing targets to get locked up in mental institutions, prison, and/or kill themselves, preferably making them use guns. The second goal is to cause enough public outrage over the MASS SHOOTINGS and NOT THE GANGSTALKING ITSELF enough to remove the second amendment right to bear arms. Because it is only after the population has been disarmed that an outright and open holocaust can happen. 

History has taught the enlightened that history always repeats itself. The government wolves have declared war on you. 

If you think it can't happen here, you are wrong. If you disregard the evidence that it is happening, you are dead.

YLYL: Response

I have never actually won a single one of these threads. Everytime I see that comically anthropomorphized banana holding his peel in a suggestive manner, likening the peel to clothes and his peel-less nature to human nudity, I bust up laughing. This happens every time, no matter where I am, be it the house or the bus or in class. Sometimes I laugh just thinking about it. This is a dark memory but a few months back I had just gotten done with a fit of laughter caused by one of these hilarious threads. Suddenly my mom walks in and she's crying. I attempted to suppress the growing urge to laugh but it was getting more difficult. Face red, tears running down her aging face, mom grabs my shoulders and says "Your father's dead."

It was at that moment that I couldn't hold back anymore. I burst into a banana-induced fit of laughter, but the horrible news drew tears to my eyes. I laughed while I cried, tears streaming down my wide open grin, memories of daddy resurfacing and being melded and combined with the naked banana.

I lost two things that night.