The following is a story of what followed after posting an article on BLM a few months back
Sorry, but my story will not be silenced. The purpose of me posting this is to exploit how many intolerant pussies roam these forums, behind the safety of their computer screen.
I left out a TON of details, but this is the gist of what happened:
I thought it was just a regular day at work.
I particularly loved this job; the location, the area, the people that I’ve worked with. Little did I know it’d also be my last day at work.
All went well until during the day,
I was visiting the forum and I see “Takedown” posting.
It felt kinda suspicious because at the same time, people at work were
–Co-workers hovering behind my back
–Receiving strange mail that had a loud “bomb” beeper sound
–Text messages getting deleted
–Phone calls from Strange #s that repeatedly called
–People with masks I’ve never seen before coming in
–People with masks in their car waiting outside
–The gate to close the shop was jammed
–A software called “Drive uploader” was mysteriously installed onto my gmail.
This was no coincidence.
Some coordinated effort was happening in the background;
Smoke screens, whistle blowers, fabricated stories weaved into similar stories, gaslighting, multiple characters, makeup artists, stalkers etc; these were all built-in and designed to confuse me.
I decided to close early, and I sent my co-workers packing home early.
I called the police and they escorted me out.
All was well on the drive home except I noticed strange people following me in their vehicles.
Was this paranoia?
No because the next days that followed:
–I got cyber-hacked…. (i remember the forum being completely silent that day)
–A lot of shit happened hacking-wise, I'll leave the details out
–I went to eat at Ihop and strange vehicles were circling around near us.
At that point I was full of suspicion and I called the police again.
An ambulance came (even though I resisted they kept insisting that I go
get checked out)
This was not paranoia that was baseless… But a sequence of events that justified
I went to the hospital out of my will.
On the way to the hospital, vehicles were following us (sounded like motor-cycles),
they threw rocks at the vehicle.
Later I was seen by the psychiatrist.
I told her everything that happened, but by the look on her face, I could tell
she wasn’t buying anything I was telling her.
She didn't do shit.
“I was in this alone” I thought.
All I wanted to do was to physically punch the person/people that were involved in this, and injure them to the point that their eye sockets would come off, dangling down their face
After being “evaluated” I was waiting in the waiting room to be escorted out…
I thought “hmm…. why is this taking so long?”