April 15, 2023

1 year ago
2

Spy crowd blasting speakers at 332 E from 630 pm. Spy blasting stereo or just the bass, many times trough out the day, in many occasions, parade of them, on vehicles, motorcycles, bicycles or on foot, one after the other, or loud radios/stereos next/near apt for extended periods. Interestingly, this street suppose to be a “normal” street with a “normal” school, PS15, operating, nevertheless, it seems these very loud radios for very long periods doesn’t seem to bother any resident or school personnel. General loudness. I see the area surrounding my apartment, and this street in general, as very loud, resembling more a busy intersection, than the middle of a long block, last block, at a residential area. From around 6 am to as late as 3 am, including weekends, you hear vehicles blasting stereos, very loud mufflers, very loud idling, trucks, many, many trucks and other commercial vehicles, piercing back up beeping, loud individuals parades, crying children, screaming children at PS15, very loud tools, drilling and others, rattling of bottles, very loud speakers, very loud handheld radios, barking, very loud motorcycles, multiple sirens, etc, etc., in sum loudness around the clock, it is only silence, when someone reliable is present and only last, as long those persons are present. This loudness isn’t a coincidence, or casual, is a campaign of attrition the spy agencies started as early as April 2007, but mainly, on March 2008. The objective is to get me to snap at some point, hence I can be arrested. My case has to be made officially public, any “insurance” the spies have against me, situations the stalkers have created to undermine me, won’t work, I have much more of what I have said. The only thing the good guys have to do, is to put me into the legal arena, and observe from afar, don’t have to risk anything, no need to vouch for me. I’ve tried to make my case official but security guards and receptionists working for the spy agencies have refused to let me talk to anyone.

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