The pass weekend, someone tried to poison Koda. I’ll begin with the events that started Friday night.
In retaliation to my last post; the Village Idiots of Mesa County Colorado, rallied around our camp. They started rolling in, late that afternoon. There was a large multiple camp, set up, to our Southwest. In case we decided to go for a walk. Throughout the night, more started rolling in. Zooming back and forth, pass the back of our motorhome. Then the hooping and hollering began, keeping us up after 2 am. I’m not against people having a good time, but this was about harassment, sleep deprivation. I think, I fell asleep around 3 am.
Saturday morning, we were woken at 6 am. Two trucks, one with a trailer, parked about 50 yards behind our motorhome. They had many other areas to park and unload. They slammed doors, tailgates, unloaded two motorcycles, started revving the engines, then drove behind, and to the left side of our motorhome. Once awake, I was unable to go back to sleep. I started the morning coffee, and took Koda out so he could pee. As he sniffs around, the Bottom Feeders, started rolling by. I call them Bottom Feeders, because; they feed off of hate, intimidation, fear, and the disparity of others. They were driving pass us with dogs, hanging out, or looking out of the vehicle windows. This is the same routine, carried out in Arizona and Wyoming. Each time I stepped out with Koda; they would drive, or ride by; trying to get him worked up. Not only would they use vehicles, but previously use; National Guard Jets, Helicopters, and Planes. Anything worthy of intimidation, harassment and sleep deprivation. As you can hear, see and read, throughout my photostream.
Some of the vehicles driving back and forth, I recognized. They were the same ones, driving back and forth on the highway, for weeks. Each time we stepped out of the motorhome. They were the same ones, pulling into, or waiting at a gas station, several miles from us. When we went in, or stopped. They would be inside, or rush inside, to crowd us at the register, stand at the soda machine; giving Koda stares of hate.
It’s still Saturday. We have our morning routine; wake, start coffee, Koda goes out to pee, I set out solar panels, Koda goes out to poo. As Koda scrunches up to poo, the airplane shows back up. It hasn’t been seen for a while. It’s usually the case after a post, but once they get the all clear, they start right back up. The plane circles around our camp, the Bottom Feeders start rolling by. Koda, with a concerning look on his face; trying so hard to pinch a loaf. He finally got it out; firm and consistent, as always. We sat outside for a bit. He had his morning chewy, I had my coffee. We then, went in for breakfast.
A bit later, the two guys with the motorcycles come back. They slam, make as much noise as possible, then stall as long as possible. Baiting; in hopes I would walk over for a confrontation. I didn’t, seeing the same tactics year after year.
Later that afternoon, Koda, gets anxious, starts panting, rushes to the front of the motorhome. He’s looking at me panting; something has him worked up. I know this, all to well. I ask him if he want to go out. He gives me his squeaky yes. He will do this long squeaky yawn, meaning yes. When he’s worked up like this; usually, the Bottom Feeders are in wait. Waiting for us to step out. This was the case. As Koda lifts his leg on a bush; here they come. Four black SUVs, come around the curve. They drive pass us slowly. Some with dogs, but all; giving us the stare-down. As they pass; the same plane circles just above their camps. I take a few picks of their vehicles, the plane disappears over the ridge-line. Koda, finished his pee, gives me the WTF look. We turn around to go back into the motorhome. The screen door is wide open. It latches firmly when closed, someone had to have opened it. We get this a lot, too. Perps, will also slide the small slider open (Gaslighting). It slides back and forth, so you can access the screen door handle when going out. I don’t see anything out of the ordinary, so we settle back in to watch a movie.
That night, we were kept awake. People and dogs, walking around our motorhome. As soon as I would dose off, Koda, would jump up, bark and stare out the bedroom windows. Another night of less than 4 hours sleep. These Bottom Feeders, love to keep their Targets sleep deprived. A person is more likely to act out in anger, and anguish, when sleep deprived. I don’t; thanks to The US Joint Services Special Operations; extreme POW training. Bring it on, Bottom Feeders….
It’s Sunday morning, and no, the Bottom Feeders were not off to church. Koda needed out quickly. He hits his leash with his nose and stands at the door. As soon as we stepped to the grassy area, he barely got scrunched up, and diarrhea shoots out; all liquid. He steps forward a bit, then more diarrhea. I ask if hes OK, he gives me the sad eyes. He takes a pee, I take a close look at it; for color and stream flow. We go back in. We had a couple of the Bottom Feeders going by, but I was more concerned about his stools. I make a coffee, start some toast, he wants back out. Same liquid diarrhea again. We go back inside, he lays on the hardwood floor, instead of his soft bed, placed in our tip-out. His pupils are dilated, he’s panting. It’s a cool morning, so it’s not from the heat. I check his capillary refill time, it normal. His gums seemed a bit cool to the touch. He pants for another 10 minutes, while I keep a close eye on him. I though it may be stress, from all the resent activity. He’s stayed pretty calm, but neither of us have had much sleep. He finally falls asleep, in front of his favorite fan. I get my morning news fix on, glancing over at him often. I’m kinda wired myself, getting a second wind, the caffeine kicking in. I like my coffee bold; like the leather thong underwear, I’m wearing. Kidding guys, just kidding, about my coffee.
Koda wakes, he seems to be feeling better. We go out for his morning pee; here come the Bottom Feeders. Once back in, two motorcycles zoomed to our left side. They stop just to the rear of our motorhome, revving engines, getting Koda worked up. Wearing full-face helmets, not looking up once, to show their faces. Setting there for what seemed forever, just revving engines.
It’s still cool, so I ask him if he wants to go for a short walk. Fuck the Bottom Feeders, my guy wants to go for a walk. We head for the hill, that they are camped on the other side of. As soon as we break the crest; here they come. First the tan, old, Ford Explorer. Then the white Ford Excursion. Vehicles I’ve seen way to many times, to be a coincidence. We get the stare of hate, from the first one, the what am I doing wrong; from the other. As we walk the dirt road, pass their Community of Hate Camp; we get the Half-wit show from hell. One young woman flailing a large orange object, up and down. Billy-Bob, rushes up the ladder, to the top of a Class C motorhome. Other Meth-head looking Perps, grabbing dogs and slamming doors. It was quite the stupid-fest. We walked pass their camp, and onto a trail, that circles around to our camp. Just as we got to the top of a hill, overlooking our camp; the high-powered rifle, gunfire begins. It was a short hike, about 1.5 miles. Koda, and I, both not feeling to well. As we headed back to camp, the Bottom Feeders broke down theirs, and were heading out. All, slowly driving pass our camp. One stopped to talk to a burgundy Dodge Pick-up, that does the poo drive by on a regular bases. He drives to our west, just on the other side of a hill. So, he can later pick-up on the gunfire, when we step out of the motorhome.
Fuck these guys. I was more concerned about Koda. He didn’t want his regular chewy that morning, or the Milk-Bone treat, when we got back. He laid back down on the hardwood floor. I boiled some rice, cut up some cooked chicken breast. The rice to settle his stomach, the chicken for protein. He didn’t eat it until later. The guy in the burgundy truck, waiting to repeat the gunfire, the moment we step out. Later that afternoon, Koda had another round of diarrhea. He did finish the rice and chicken, looked and acted better. It was another night with little sleep. The Bottom Feeders; jack braking large trucks, accelerating with loud exhaust, on the highway. It lasted to 3 am, in the morning.
We got up Monday morning, Koda, almost back to his perky and goofy self. We stepped out for his morning pee. As he does; here comes Billy-Bob, in his Billy-Bob truck. He slowly drives pass us, a few feet away. I’ve seen this guy several times before. On the highway, on the dirt road passing our camp, and his truck at the station, down the road. We go inside, Koda gets his chewy treat. I make a coffee, get my news fix on. Like Koda, my stools are as predictable as his. I head to the toilet, for my morning poo. Koda, comes and lays in the hall, next to me. He grabs his rope, out of his toy box. It’s time for tug-of-war. This is great, if your constipated, and setting on a toilet. It’s something he started a long time ago. If I’m on the toilet to long, he gets board. I’m just finishing, he drops the rope, rushes to the front of the motorhome. He’s jumping from drivers to passenger seat, barking out each window. I usually ignore it, most of the time. It’s one of the Sociopaths, needing their daily dose of attention.
This time, he was really worked up. I finished, walked to the passenger seat window and looked out. It was Billy-Bob, from earlier. He drives away quickly, onto the highway. Koda, jumped down from the seat, started eating something on the floor. Someone, had slid the drivers side screen open, and thrown dog food onto the floor, under the drivers seat. I stopped Koda immediately, and took a good look at the food. I took pictures, it was not his dog food. It was totally different, in color and shape. I’ve had this same dog food, thrown on our floor, while dumping and filling tanks; in Arizona and Wyoming. I keep him on a premium food, and watch his diet closely. This was not his dog food! After taking pictures, I tossed it in the trash.
Billy-Bob gone, Koda, wanted out again. He seemed to be feeling better, and gives me the yes; for a walk. We didn’t go far, he had another bout of diarrhea and headed back. I got to thinking; it must have been that dog food. Saturday, when we had the convoy of hate, the screen door was open. Someone could have put some under the drivers seat (that’s where it always shows up), and Koda could have eaten it, while I was occupied. We had a lot of Half-wit action, over the weekend.
I had taken pictures of Billy-Bob, his truck and truck plates. I called the Sheriff’s department, and told them someone was trying to poison my dog. They sent an officer out fairly quickly (a first). The officer parked on the road behind us, walked up to our camp. Koda, greeted him with wagging tail, and hopes of kisses. The first thing the officer said was “you have a clean camp”. I told him I worked in Yosemite, care about the waterway that’s close, and public lands. He was very receptive, took pictures of the pictures I had, of Billy-Bob and his truck. He asked if I had pissed someone off recently. I told him I was a Government Whistleblower. I said; all you have to do now-a-days, is look at someone the wrong way, and you have 20 some people mobbing you. I’m not afraid to stand up for myself. Went on to tell him about, the weekend of local Bottom-Feeders. That I’ve seen many of them at the station, and passing back and forth. When we step out of the motorhome. He said something about Meth-heads, the busy road, and a lot of motorcycles, in this area. I pointed to where the two trucks parked Saturday morning, waking us up. They were not Meth-heads. They were driving 60-70 Thousand dollar trucks. The Black Ford Superduty had an American Flag decal covering the back window. It also had, a local Home Builder Decal, on the back window. Colorado Plate # BUH-T20.
The officer came in; looked at the dog food, I still had in the trash. Asked to look at Koda’s food. I said sure. He said “It looks fancy”. He filled out the report. He politely, gave me some advice on where I may move to. I told him, I wasn’t moving until I was forced to. My funds are limited, and I needed to watch my spending. I have a couple of appointments, at the Grand Junction, VA. He gave me a card with the case number and left.
The rest of the day was so quiet, so was Tuesday. This is common, until the Bottom Feeders get the go-ahead. Tuesday night, the noise campaign picked back up. Again, about 4 hours sleep. Wednesday, when we woke; the Black Ford with the Decals, and plate # BUH-T20, was parked in the same spot. He waits until were up, Koda takes his pee, then comes back with his motorcycle. Slamming doors, other crap, and tailgate. Waiting around, for me to come over and say something. Fuck him, I didn’t. He’s just another Want-a-bee. He wants to be noticed, wants to feel important, wants a pat on the back from his buddies. FUCK HIM, and his buddies! Then we had the another Want-a-bee, waiting at the top of the hill. Waiting for Koda and I, to step out again. So, he could drive slowly by. As he does, Koda lets out a loud yelp. Sets down quickly, aggressively scratching his left shoulder. They use Electronic Torture, on him too.
It’s Thursday morning. The trucks kept us up pass 3 am. Then, wake us up again, before 7 am. I take Koda out to pee; two State Highway Dump trucks drive pass, jack breaking. Almost breaking their necks; looking at us, as they pass on the highway. I’m writing this on about 3 hours sleep. As I do, the white plane is back. Looks like the same one, over the weekend. It circles over the motorhome twice. 1:08 pm, Koda is acting anxious. He goes to the front of the motorhome, sets looking at me, panting. I know it’s Bottom-Feeder time. We go out. As he lifts his leg on a bush; the plane is back. It flies right over us, high enough, not to have it’s numbers recognized. It banks back toward the Grand Junction, Airport. I broke my only long lens in Arizona. It happened; as my left leg dragged, caught on a rock, and I fell. I busted my nose, lips and the lens. Koda, leaning over me, licking the blood from my face.
I used to say “This is not the United States, it can’t be who we are”. The hard truth is; this is the United States of America, in it’s true form. These Gang Stalkers, before, hiding in the shadows. Not anymore. Knowing our Government, our Career Legislators; could care less about the American People. They could care less about who lives or dies, in this country. As long as their Corporate Buddies, the Defense Contractors; keep feeding their campaigns, their coffers. Our own President, showing where his loyalties lie. Holding public meetings with his Corporate Friends, while their employees struggle to feed themselves and their families. He talks about the 1%, that serves this country, but signs Billions away to the Chip Industries, before the Veterans in direr need of medical care. And, when they get that funding; Administrators and Staff, will pick and chose who may or may not receive care. As billions are funneled off to contractors. Where is Nancy? Off poking the bear in the eye. Securing her and her husbands special interest. The Republicans are no better! Me, waiting, being denied, delayed; of any meaningful diagnosis, or prognosis. By the staff at the Grand Junction and Phoenix, VA Hospitals. Meanwhile, being Gaslighted, told “We look forward to seeing you. Have a Great Day”. Wouldn’t you say so; Ruth….
My daughter begging me to “Come On Home”. Telling me, she doesn’t want to find me dead, laying on my floor. Like my sister did our father. A loving father, tormented by PTSD . Tormented, by his neighbor’s children; because of the color of his skin, his accent. How can I tell her; I cant bring this shit to her door. Her family’s door. How can I tell her; it may be sooner than expected because of the VA. Because of the Government Contractors; testing Direct Energy Weapons, on US Citizens. The CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security Directors; turning their backs on the American People. American History, repeating itself…
I’m not trying to be a drama queen. The truth is often ugly and hidden. Here you have it. Please, don’t take it lightly. This is what happens to United States Citizens, that dare to speak out, about the vast corruption within our government, the defense and medical industry, and corporate America. This is what happens to Targeted Individuals, Whistleblowers, in the United States of America.
I don’t want your pity, your money, or fame. I want the World to know the truth, about the United States of America.
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The Root Causes of most Mass Shootings are; Gang Stalking and Workplace Mobbing. Please educate yourself on both. It’s one of America’s best kept secrets.
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Posted by TI_in_Yosemite on 2022-08-11 22:16:45
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