ARE THE POLICE WATCHING ME?

I hope truly, the Police are keeping track of my blogs. First, I truly respect them, they are wonderful. Kind, nice, and a strong and brave type of person does tend to join the Police, the Army and so forth, there on the front line being brave and courageous. I'm NOT making fun of them, I like them since they have been kind to myself. Why I hope they are watching my blogs is that I have told the gangs, on the Net, that I don't like them, I get upset and go onto the net and tell the truth as much as I can. I aim it at the gangs since they crippled myself, literally, for whatever druggies reason they made up. I don't read their minds, I don't want to, it's probably a cesspool.
The police never hurt myself, they were kind and in counselling once told myself the reason they didn't want myself to stand up in court about the terrible consequences about what the gangs did, more than once, to myself is that the Police said they would NOT traumatise myself further, for any reason, even standing up in court to talk about it. So, I think they are kind, wise and nice.
I tell the gangs, over and over, the truth of what I think they need to do. And, since they mock God and Jesus so much, those gangs with their "new" idea of fake Churches and Charities run by themselves in the back yards, so they get tax benefits from their so-called activities: gangs, get out of that so-called thing, and get to some decent work. Dig some gardens. Not for fun. Since the gangs don't like myself, and since I keep remembering someone walking past that looks just like a gang member that organised getting myself crippled etc., and sounds like her, and her voice is the same, saying the same rubbish as she cusses her way along the footpath while looking so much like that same woman in different clothes, well, I cannot help but say: I hope the police will catch up on that lot again, surely, they know who I am, and I don't enjoy the occasional thought of: "I wonder if that gang woman followed myself home and got my address?". Well, truly, if my body is found, or that I disappear, there's a place in Taupiri, there's lots of fake millers around, and some people like to pretend how great they are by pretending and gossiping about Parentline. Looks like 3 nests there, on the net, that lot, I'm sure you don't sit around drinking tea all the time, you are on the phone, up to your very own dirty work while going on to decent people about ALL YOU HAVE DONE, while implying how great you are for talking on the phone to parents, telling them how to treat your children. Nil trust in the gangs. NIL. If its' bad, evil, rotten, deceitful, lying, gross or coarse, the gangs are already doing that. Repent, you lot. Own up, first, tell the police the truth of it all, first. Then, we shall see. But, don't come to my own home. Just don't. I too, know about how to pick up a cordless phone and dial 111. And, I will. I'm not as rich as you assume, assuredly, I don't have much control over money of my parents, that's the one that gets you really, I said to you lot, the full moon before you attacked myself, I said: "if you lot are on drugs, and i find out about it, I'll telephone the police, surely, I will". Awhile later, I said it, and meant it: "I repent". What I meant was, I won't even think one deceitful thought, not one. I won't sin, I'll never sin again, whatever it is. I will always be kind. I said, I mean it. The next full moon, you lot organised the rottenness attack on myself, worse than most people would ever think, and while being gang raped, that woman laughed, played cards, bid over my body awhile, laughed, drank wine and said it was fun, and that my repentance was no good. You mocked Jesus, and said you were God telling myself (and you put words in his mouth, too). Well, I'm at least truthful. I'm upset, but you will find, still, truthful. You lot, quit your fake businesses, your nasty ways, and quit pretending. I truly hope the police have a look at this weblog, and decide if you come near my door, and I seem to have suicided (no, not that ever again), well, who to look for? Suspicious, really, you gangs. I hear talk that you are threatening single people, in their beds, with death by torture and with guns in your hands, to take lethal doses of any old drug, just to silence those that utter even "one word against us, we will call around for coffee". I wish at least, you would all go straight. Even, just to have mercy on others: is it possible? I don't know. I don't actually want to know about you.
And, believe it or not, the only Mayfair I know about is on a monopoly board.!!! Really, if you gangs compensate myself for the unbearable agony you put myself in, and the unbearable fear and horror you thereby put my family through to see myself like that, at all, I might fly to London, and go to Mayfair, for real, just for fun. I will maybe find out, someone is joking here: can anyone tell myself the truth? Is Mayfair, so expensive on a Monopoly board, really and truly the pits of poverty, in London? I mean it, I'd really like to know, it's impossible to tell at such a long distance with only a game to tell the truth by, is it all a concoction, is there really such a place as Mayfair in London, and is Whitechapel Road very poor like that game says, or is it really rich and someone's having fun while teaching little children it really is cheap? There's a lesson here for game-makers. I would not tell lies. There's probably thousands of grown-up New Zealanders just wanting to go to Mayfair and take some photos of very wealthy homes. Are they disappointed, or not? Do they laugh?!!!
Truly, I really want someone to stop my upsets. Even a doctors' drugs don't do that. If I can afford it, Bach Flower Remedy Rescue Remedy calms myself.
I aim them, my upsets, like anyone does: truthfully, at the ones I don't like the most. I wish I could always ignore them forever. Sometimes, I cannot. I'm sitting at home, on a Welfare Benefit, since my body cannot stand a 40 hour a week job anymore. Why not? Well, gangs, it's really quite easy for most who understand what happened in 1982, to myself, again, well, its' not easy for someone who wants to work in a decent job and keeps on hoping, like I've hoped for around 20 or more years, I wish my body could stand a job, a real one, a decent one. IF I have too much time, well, its' because I don't have a job. I use my time as nicely as I can, yet, if a person has too much time, and has an upset, and a computer, they will often leap straight onto the Net every time they think of those nasties that tried to ruin it all. All I said was: "I repent. And, if you lot are on drugs and dealing it, well, the phone's over there". Nasty you lot. It was Justice. Just that. Honest. Anyone that smashes someones' head on a concrete floor, while the gangs bosses so-called wife laughs and pretend to be GOD saying, "serves you right", well, really. Not nice is it. Repent you, lot. I'm telling you, thats' an ORDER.
PS I have not entirely lost my sense of humour. Do people in Mayfair really get angry, and upset, and write to the Press? In real life? Is it because, deep down, they resent 1,000 New Zealanders walking around taking photos often, right there in London? Truly, I don't even know if Mayfair, London, exists!!!!
Can a person be kind to the gangs? Only in a way. Perhaps, I'm being really kind not to scream obsenities at you, and kind to tell you again, it's an ORDER, repent. It would be kind at least on others, your future victims that no doubt you are trying to find, well, repent, gangs, and quit your mad obsessions about stupid things. Don't ever aim your attacks at anyone, and learn, you are not GOD so don't pretend to be. You know who we mean, Taupiri lot. Only the evil ones are "you lot". Silly wasn't it, you lot. All that blood that you suddenly found out you could not get rid of, even with a hose to wash it away, just so you wouldn't get caught. I was in hospital for years, overall, I think, for that lot. Really. Go STRAIGHT. I don't mind being straight, it's better, much better. I sometimes feel so good, so clean, its' much better than sitting around in hospital wondering about what bad kharma I thought I had, just to suffer like that. Later, I found out: theres' such a thing as non-kharmic suffering. Yet, life does have compensations. One of them is my computer, and it was honestly given to myself. Next time you go on in jail about how hard life is, and how no-one understands you: start with: STOP BEING SILLY GANGS. Life is harder on your victims, than it was ever, for you. And, most people in NZ talk in English, the Police DO understand you, they understand and see more than YOU think. If they get upset, it's often because they just saw the latest victim, bleeding, groaning with agony, and one of your gang bosses wife, well, I know your laugh. Just silly, really. If I cannot sit up in Court and talk about it, since the Police don't like reminding people of what happened, I would in fact go to visit in Jail, point at the guilty ones and say the truth about whether or not I recognise them or not, and attest to the character. Fake businesses, really, you don't even know how to talk the whole word out, you call it "legit.". I wish ALL businesses were TRULY AND GENUINELY, LEGAL AND LEGITIMATE. Sorry, I don't believe everyone is innocent, nor do I believe I should sit and do nothing to warn others: the media is a horrible business, often dishonest, often worse. Innocent people, please, work in a better job, with better pay and better people to work alongside, please. The printing trade is often under-cover dishonest and often worse than you would believe. I'll be back on the net at some time, hopefully, on a kinder subject, a kinder note.