DJ Redshift

So I’m pretty much pressed up against the counter as far as I can go and this bitch comes up from behind me and puts her hands right on my ass. There’s some old guy that really gets some chuckles out of this bitch sexually assaulting me, and his face changed real quick when he saw I wasn’t laughing.

So, not wanting to make a scene in these nice people’s store I wait to say something to this bitch. Some little kid comes out of nowhere and acts like he’s gonna pull out a gun, saying I can’t yell at them because they’re ladies. Oh, I guess I can’t lay your ass out either since you are a kid and the cops sent you huh? This piece of shit comes down to defend a fucking rapist, an assault that was premeditated and executed with the aid of several people. And they send this little shit that I can’t even touch or it’s going to be my fault no matter what the circumstances. Fucking stupid cops and MPs should not employ children imho, especially just because they are little more than a legal loophole they can use to instigate violence and get away with it. A fucking kid threatening me in broad daylight because some bitch wants to put her hands on my ass in the goddamn store. Oh golly gosh I guess I just have to put up with rape now or little fucking state-employed pieces of shit are gonna get violent with me now. And his whole argument is that you can’t yell at women. What a sexist little piece of shit.

Ladies, do me a favor, if you see this little shit strutting around like he’s got a pair, just punch his balls clean off. He won’t even be able to put up a fight according to his own rules.

They don’t even have a computer program that can accurately read people’s names from a database because the etymology is so varied that any pronunciation algorithm with produce varied or inaccurate results. People are trying to call me with a fucking computer-generated voice that is pronouncing a proper name and asking me to answer if that’s my name or not? You have got to be kidding me. Either these people have some advanced algorithm that amalgamates every possible dialect and is capable of intelligently determining not only the etymology of a name from spelling alone, but pronouncing it correctly in a language set. I got you now you stupid fucks. Do you have any idea how much something like that would cost to develop? And you are fronting like it’s just some company or a wrong number waking me up in my goddamn sleep every morning. Fuck you, finito.

Just walking out my back door this morning, and there’s some piece of shit walking down the utility service road within a few seconds of me walking out my door. He walks right up onto private property, onto the Bernard estate. The Bernards are child rapists, they raped me when I was 2 years old, and now they have purchased the only real property with a line of sight to my back yard in the area. Other than that, it is completely private. They send tour groups behind my house, right where I bathe, almost every day, in conjunction with a local health resort. These people literally sit and wait until the Bernards see my door open, then send a person or a group of people to walk behind my house. As soon as my window opens too, while I’m taking a bath or shower as well. These people are child rapists and they contract people to try to catch a glimpse of my nuts almost every day. I have anxiety about bathing now, and some days I have just not been bathing because of it. I’ve told them over and over again not to walk back there but they won’t listen. There are much easier paths to take from where they are going and coming to, and they have to go out of their way to walk the path they do. 28 years later and these fucking pieces of shit are still sexually abusing me, and organizing sex tourism groups to walk behind my house.

So usually the 4:30 noise stops around 6:00 or so, then I can get a couple hours of sleep. But, just to make sure i don’t get a full, healthy night’s sleep, I get a phonecall every morning from a company called “asset acceptance” 3012230073 (who have very recently changed their phone number and call from about 3 different numbers now) looking for some guy named “mark maze” or “mark maize”. I don’t know if that’s a reference to maze like labyrinth or “maize” like corn, but it’s my guess that they are being racist against mexicans. Anyways they just want to make sure I’m not sleeping enough so that I’m in a sleep-deprived state when i try to deal with all the other bullshit that keeps happening in my life. Right after this phonecall the loud, pounding noises always start up again, and once again it is too painful to sleep, and they are trying to deliberately draw a psychological association with the phonecall and the sounds starting up again. And it definitely works. I mean I literally have a panic attack every time the phone rings now. These people are obviously looking for a fight, and for some retroactive justification for all the atrocities they have committed against me, and they think that getting me yelling at someone on the phone is somehow going to justify murder for them. Good luck. I’d be just as happy if they fell off the map.

This dumb fucking piece of shit across the way, every fucking morning at 4:30 they start with this thump, thump, thump, every couple seconds or so. It is so physically painful that it wakes me up every single morning. It’s like clockwork. I just wake up, can’t go back to sleep, think to myself, “golly, my ears sure do hurt, so much that I can’t sleep, I bet it’s 4:30!” And sure enough, I look at the clock, 4:30. I just walked down right to where it’s coming from, and sure enough they turn it right the fuck off when I get down there. That tells me several things. 1) this sound that is happening pertains directly to me 2) these people only exist here because I am here 3) they desire to conceal the source, likely because it is a weapon. I would just go down there and rip them out of their motherfucking house and tell them to get walking. I even went and bought a decibel meter for this shit, and oh, guess what, they are putting a filter on like all decibel meters manufactured since 1983 so that you can’t monitor anything below 32 hz, which is exactly the frequency range these shitbags work below.

Every week too with these fuckers, it’s like musical houses. Every week there’s some new racist cultural stereotype they try to embody, some new shitheads come around and talk just loud enough so the whole fucking neighborhood can hear them, turn on the disney radio, act like they’re having a gay old time, then, 4:30, time to beat the shit out of my eardrums so I can’t sleep because of the pain. Maybe now after typing this they’ll change their strategy, find some other way to beat me down or fuck up my health, get apologetic and call me “sir” in the street with those desperate, longing eyes that are only looking for a scapegoat to take charge and take responsibility with the atrocities they have committed towards mankind. Someone downtrodden and angry and indoctrinated with enough negative cultural stereotypes to hate the entire world. Oh wait, that’s me, they keep beating me down until I can’t hardly think or function or form an intelligible sentence, then they start with the apologies and “sir this, sir that”, “ohhhh, we’ll do whatever you say now sir”. Fuck you. I hope you pieces of shit get your ass handed to you. It’s ain’t ever all good. I don’t care how shits and smiles everyone is, you are all contracted by the military to break me down to a sub-human existence. And I will never be part of that. That’s probably how they get most people to do this shit in the first place. Oh hi, you’re starving to death? Here’s a bowl of rice and gravy, now go torture and kill our liabilities. They’d probably eat better if they just stopped tbh. But you know, people aren’t gonna get a scrap of food or sympathy from anyone here if they don’t lay down their arms and just stop the violence.

Just got done picking the 3rd piece out of my finger. I don’t know why people are gonna try and put some fiberglass on some mail. Better than nanomachines I guess, but, ya know, still had to pick some fiberglass out of my finger.

Whenever I go out I got all these people who stand on the side of the road or on a cross street and act like they’re gonna drive or walk across right when they get into my peripheral vision. Like really methodically, almost every time, on the same fucking streets. You trying to see if the hit you took out on me last year when I unfollowed a certain celebrity on twitter worked? I have my peripheral vision. I can see the color purple too you stupid motherfuckers.

It’s funny how when I go to porn sites that have fairly normal porn, and then suddenly a wiretap is initiated (I guess adults aren’t allowed to look at porn or something), and a bunch of bullshit ass porn shows up with titles like “underage foreign hooker gets her hymen ripped by savage man who could fuck the air and make it cry”. Like thousands of these things. All produced by cops. I get tired of wading through pages of shit to find maybe one or two legitimately produced porns. I mean they actually went and produced this shit.

So after I wrote that letter to caterpillar, my phone completely craps out. Won’t even boot. So I take it to the sprint store (this is the replacement phone they sent me after lying to me about the hardware on my original phone not working) and they take it in the back room and come out with a new phone. The supervisor there tells me that it had been tampered with and “rooted” by somebody. They give me a new phone and send me on my merry way. The next day I figure out that secure sites won’t properly authenticate, and take it back in. They take it in the back room again and come out with what seems to be yet another piece of hardware. So instead of just telling me what’s going on they make up this series of lies and cast blame on a much smaller entitity than the entire sprint corporation (the insurance division).

So I’m just sitting here for a few days, seems to be working OK. Staying on the same carrier signal, running normal speed, stuff isn’t crashing. Then I start tweeting about what is going on, in that I’m getting brutalized from the time I wake up to the time I pass out from exhaustion. And guess what happens? The phone starts exhibiting all those problems, and it’s now bouncing between 3 carriers, etc, is unable to resolve shortened links, won’t view certain secure sites, is saying it can’t validate security certificates for known websites, etc. And golly, what is causing all the problems? The wiretap from sprint that is attempting to prevent me communicating what is happening to me to the rest of the world. Guess what? If you block communications of that nature, you are the people doing it. I’m talking about shit that is happening right fucking here, right now, and people have a problem with that. And I was lied to by employee after employee, because the wiretap will basically route a customer service call directly to a fucking cop that lies through their fucking teeth about what is causing the problem. Now they are trying to extort $275 dollars from me because of their lies.

I don’t like having my phone broken for talking to much. I don’t like being lied to. I don’t like not having any communication to the outside world about life-threatening issues that I face on a daily basis. I don’t like shitheads routing my customer service calls to cops so that a regular employee can’t figure out what is going on. i don’t like their blatant attempts to lie to my face and tell me something other that what is causing the problem is causing the problem. I don’t like having to download a “mandatory” voicemail update when I go out of state to vegas that won’t let me check my voicemails if I don’t install it. Funny the same update should become “optional” as of just a few days ago. I don’t like the fact that it lets cops leave voicemails without going through the normal authentication procedure so that their call would not be monitored in the same way my calls are.

I mean it’s sick. These people have had a very intimate window into my life for a year and half now. They can apparently access everything from the keystrokes to the camera to the microphone to the motion sensor data. Anything they can’t use to find new strategic ways to murder me they just sell to big advertising firms. Meanwhile I literally can’t even send an email from a smartphone.

They just keep fucking with me. They have literally shook the last 2 places I’ve lived until they cracked and become unsafe to live in. And the last time there was a small localized earthquake my phone just stopped working altogether. Then they apparently tried to flash it in the sprint store and then none of the stuff that requires authentication, like gmail for insance, will work at all. Suddenly a torrent of information is available to corrupt cops, who use my misery and suffering to try to find ways to traumatize and humiliate me in public to the point of breaking down in the hopes that I get angry enough and cause enough of a scene that some stupid drama happens, and then of course I’m to blame. One person after another, “hey we saw this annoyed you in the past, we’re gonna go ahead and repeat that action over and over and over until we get a reaction”. Then they just sell the feed to advertising firms, and shit I say in the privacy of my own home turns up on ads and shows almost verbatim just days or even hours later.

What a bunch of shit. I have been completely exploited, and these people who know I’m being abused facilitate it by not only feeding people who intend me harm information, but simultaneously blocking the things I type from propagating across the net.

Well, unfortunately for those assholes, I am still alive. I know it wasn’t planned, I was supposed to be dead within a week way back in april, but I’m still here, and healthier, and stronger. And I didn’t die like was planned and I can say exactly what happened to me. Fucksake I was so bad off I could barely get out a whimper when somebody tried to grope me in the market. Better believe I’m gonna call you out and let a shitload of people talk hear about it everytime it happens. People think they are so fucking slick sometimes, or if they just keep doing what they are doing that it is going to legitimize it eventually. Guess what? You fucking military pieces of shit put a hit out on me, now people are going to hear about, and there is not a goddamn thing you can do about it.

Apparently the letter i wrote to caterpillar has worn off. The cat noises stopped for almost 5 whole days after I wrote that. So it was apparently not cool for a little while, now it’s somehow cool again. You know it’s like people get called out for doing dumb shit and then they get all apologetic and buddy buddy, then they wait a week and start doing the same old bullshit again. So more sleepless nights and ear fatigue i guess, and more of some dude continuously driving his cat in reverse. I mean you know, I’m trying to make humor out of the brutal reality of it all. It literally feels like I am being beaten all day. My ears are fatigued. My body has undergone some of the most wretching and horrible things a person could imagine. The presence of this noise seems to be the primary contributing factor. It’s not just uncomfortable, it literally makes me sick. And it’s back to nonstop brutality again.