September 27, 2015 9:12 am Werner K Stoebermann Warner Stoeberman Stoberman
FV is crazy, claims I peeped on her taking a shower, when it was sister J who told me about seeing her getting dressed and told me about the way FV put on her bra. This must have been around 1973, two years after FV was accused of being a child rapist by the X's relatives. See previous post. I, as an 11 year old was trained by that rapist X to point fingers at people as to being the ones who "taught him that." or "who started that." X's sister OH, asked that and X and her husband prompted me to say, by name, that it was the neighbor girl, the one who ended up marrying a cop, who later, in 1985, used his job to target me and harass me. They claim they got permission from me to fuck me over, but they didn't have permission.
They are using his job as a cop, he's retired now, no doubt, to harass, slander, and intimidate people to do his dirty work. Going into places I work to make a fool out of me and making claims that he's showing them the truth, And they probably lied to other cops to get them to screw with me. Taxpayer's money was used for cops to waste their time harassing me on the word of one crooked cop and his paranoid wife.
When I was over at AN's house in 1985 along with KS, KS asked me if I knew any cops. I said no. Some woman who was there with her said that I was lying and that she knew I knew a cop. She told KS to ask me again, and she did, and I said the only one I knew was the one the neighbor girl married. KS asked me if I could identify him. I said no, it was a long time ago, 10 years at least. The I said that I could identify his wife. And the next thing I know, I'm seeing an image of her in a school playground leaning over some kid, and I pointed her out.
They set that up themselves to have some excuse to screw us all over. It had nothing to do with his job, it was all about his wife and accusations made against her years ago by an 11 year old rape victim trained by his rapist to point the finger at anyone and everyone.
The cop claimed I was giving him information about dope dealers and then they provoked hostility towards themselves to have some lame excuse as to why they had to fuck me over. I didn't know anyone who sold dope except where I bought pot from, and they knew cops and sheriffs anyway. I never owed any money to dope dealers, I never told on any dope dealers, because it wouldn't make sense to tell the cops where I got since the fine in this state is $100 for 100gms. Telling on dope dealers isn't worth it.
And J and her X's family are always trying to get me to believe it was those dope dealers who killed her son. Bullshit. What dope dealer would give three days' notice that they were going to kill someone? And a toddler, no less. When small children are killed, it's almost always a parent or someone who is close to the baby.
And that sister J is fucking over so many people to cover her own ass. I really believe J killed her son and T, older sister, is letting J fuck people over, harass and just make them look crazy because some people knew her son was going to be killed.
Lately, their big intrusive thought crap is to make me think that I'm saying racial slurs in public. I know they can "wake up" certain words and actions and I wouldn't even know it. But Fatso, the guy at McC's, the store I worked at in 1985, And I'm supposed to think that when I go to the store down the street that he is triggering me to say the N word. Years ago, I remember him provoking me into saying it while I was asleep. "They stole your wood chipper. Say it, say it."
And now they claim that that is what problem I have. I don't. I never called anyone that word. I never used that word. And he's saying that I have to apologize to them. No, I don't. I've never been accused of being biased against blacks, and until I actually am accused of it from someone who matters, I'm not going to worry about it.
Why are they trying to get me to admit to being something I'm not? Fatso shot black people when he was a cop. I don't doubt that some of his victims were set up by him, used by him. And it's no wonder he wants to use me, another of his victims, to do the race-baiting he wants.
Why the constant lies from them? I'm supposed to apologize, and you can read about the store incident in previous posts, to black people when I'm not biased toward them, I'm more likely to give them the benefit of the doubt because I know how they've been treated, especially in the workplace.
And I remember one time when J was over painting the kitchen. I walked in and some guy said that they took me to an AA meeting and I tried to talk them into drinking. AA? I'm not an alcoholic. Never was. But Fatso wants it in people's heads that I am. I was laughed at because I didn't go to any bars or get drunk, I only went about every three years or so. Haven't been anywhere in 23 years, at least.
Only in this disgusting country do people have to defend themselves if they don't drink or do drugs. And only in this disgusting country can people like Fatso and X and her harassing relatives get away with doing so many despicable things to other people.
And like I told that idiot FV, when she does things like pull a child's pants down and says, "There. Now you can never say you haven't seen a child's penis." And she grabs my crotch to have an associated feeling. I told her that I knew she was creating fake associations and I said that I wasn't impressed because it's what's in my head that matters and she said "As long as it seems that way." In other words, she counts on the public not to question her dog and pony shows. No, bitch, as long it's only a handful of assholes like you doing the harassment and lying.
They couldn't find anyone who legitimately can say that I was ever a druggie or a drunk or biased against blacks or a transtesticle or a child rapist, etc, etc, etc.
Again, I tell them to stay out of my life.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
September 20, 2015
September 20, 2015 1:15 pm
Nothing new in real life lately. Just working online
transcribing audio tapes.
Still being harassed by X the rapist’s family, especially her
sister, OH. She is a real fucked up bitch. Their latest asinine head game is
they are replacing their family name to mean the N word instead. I never use
the word, but they make me think it and they use it as harassment, that I’m
supposed to be saying the N word in stores, or wherever. It was years ago while
I was at home sleeping that X the rapist’s brother harassing me into saying it,
so they have some “verified” word to instigate on command.
They are the only ones who claim I’m biased and their
so-called proof is their prompting of the word. I think their family name a
lot. I call them the fucked up Hs often, so they want to play a head game. Too
bad for them that people could guess who they are anyway.
If anybody asks, I’ll have to tell them to read my blog and
not cooperate with anyone who tells them to do something to me like, “say this or
that to him.”
And they still give me their bogus “tests” which amount to repeating
their bullshit, their self-glorifying bullshit. It’s their question with their answers
coming out of my mouth, and trained by the X the rapist’s family.
And they want me to think that X the rapist is a spirit and
she will guide me to the truth. What bull crap. The bitch is dead and her
daughter, CF, is instigating and replaying a load of shit they probably played
out years ago.
I don’t believe in spirits or ghosts, never have. But the Hs
want people to think I do. And the red-headed H bitch is still editing what I hear,
and she edits what I’m thinking to make me sound like I believe things I don’t
and always pushing faggoty shit as the only topic they're talking about.
They still want to push X’s rape and abuse as a faggoty head
problem and they still need a suicidal transtesticle to cover X’s abuse.
They say, “Oh, all you have to do is put on this dress and
then ‘she’ will tell you the truth.” They're still pushing their phony split
personality crap onto me and the public. They created that bullshit for that
rapist X to fill up with false crap, crap they feed me while I’m sleeping and I’m
supposed to buy into it.
“That’s all you have to do, and you will know who killed your
nephew.” And then they'll leave me alone. They are despicable. They are criminals,
they will never stop harassing and lying.
They think I should take the voices in my head that they put
there as helpful. What crap. They think they're doing people a favor with that kind
of shit. They probably are crazier than anyone can imagine if they have to fuck
people over like that.I call them the Nazis that they are. Their tactic says it all. They want their victims and other people to believe their crap by creating a bunch of associations that never existed.
Like the red-headed bitch, X’s sister MR, said, “As long as it
seems that way.” They are that stupid to think that people should take their word
for everything.
And they try to have scapegoats for each of them. It’s not X’s
daughter, CF, who is harassing, it's supposed to be my sister, J. And it wasn't
X, the rapist, it was your aunt M. “Just say it was your aunt M,” they say.
And OH drags her son into it, too. You can read about OH and
her son in previous posts. It seems that X’s son, FF, his uncle EH, and his
cousins are out there harassing the public with their crap. FF was caught on
security cameras at a gas station I work at years ago.
He comes in and tells the cashier who was working there at
the time with me, and says to him, “He (meaning me) can’t see me. You have to introduce
me to him.” His friend thought it was weird, but did it. Then FF hands him a
piece of paper and tells his friend to read it to, and gave him a prompt to “act
casually,” so he asked me what my nationality was. Before I could even answer,
FF said, “Hungarian.” Which is only half right.
They claim that when I don’t follow their preplanned scripts
they have, that I’m redefining words. I’m not. I don’t buy into that kind of
shit. They're playing head games. Making up cover stories for their crimes, and
they are criminals.
It’s been almost 5 decades since X started her bullshit.
1967, and her and her relatives have really tried to screw people over. The
police know about what they're doing, they were there at the store in 1985. The
military knows about them, from when I joined in 1986 (the military asked me, “Who
is your godmother?”) The feds probably know about them, the FBI interview at
the military. And yet they get away with harassment of the worst kind, and no
one says anything.I want nothing to do with X’s relatives, but they claim they got permission from me. What crap. They claim I’m crazy and dangerous an incompetent. Then why don’t people realize how dumb they are? They claim they're getting permission from someone who they say is incompetent.
“Oh, he’s incompetent, but we have his permission to do this
to him.” That says a lot more about them than it does about me. They're not
helping, they're deliberately creating bullcrap for them to use to harass me
and the public.
I want nothing to do with them, and I tell them I don’t want
to have anything to do with them. They can't legitimately claim they have any
right to do what they are doing. They are the only ones who believe their own bullshit.
Monday, August 24, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
July 21, 2015
July 21, 2015 7:05 pm
A few changes lately. I had to stop delivering papers because the car was falling apart. I blew a head gasket around June 20, but kept working because I was filling in for another carrier for a week. I was losing antifreeze at the rate of one third to one half a gallon a day. And my steering is screwed up, I have no power steering when making right turns. And the gas line broke two Sundays ago at the warehouse. People asked if that was gas on the ground. I told them only the puddle in the back, the puddle in the front was antifreeze. The death trap is off the road for a while.
The job was easy, but if you don't have a decent car, then you can't have a job that requires you to drive your own car. That was the place where someone was sending emails and pictures to the people who worked there to shove them in my face. What they were doing was harassment, not help.
Someone at the warehouse told me not to trust my sister J, that they've heard a lot of stories about her through the years. The warehouse person said that she is just out for money, and taking my mom to her doctor's appointment will be a way for J to make claims about how much she's done for my mom.
J hasn't done shit for her mother. Like I told the person at the warehouse J has gone years on end without seeing her mother, and I really haven't known J since she was 12 years old. She came home from school, and immediately went to some neighbor's house down the street. That neighbor was twice her age. What was a 12 year old doing with 24 year old people?
That was also the neighbor who gave J pot plants to take home when J was 13/14 years old because that neighbor was moving and couldn't take them with her. My parents made her throw them away.
So, I don't know J at all. She moved out of the house when before she graduated high school. Some old man who was 30 years older than J (he was older than both my parents) came to the house with J and said she was going to live with him and his daughter in another city.
My dad said that she should go to school, and the old man said he would make sure she graduated high school. My dad said he meant college, since the university is just two blocks away from where we lived. J and the old man left.
Years later, when the old man was dying, J and that pothead neighbor got him to sign a survivorship deed to his house, signing it over to her when he died. They did that about 4 weeks before he died. I don't think he was in his right mind. J kept him drunk probably until the day he died.
She ripped off his family, paid them $20K, but my mom once said at that time that J has had nothing but trouble with that old man's family. If they were or are harassing her, J made her own problems.
She left some of her stuff here at the house and in a letter from my oldest sister, T, to her T wrote that if J was so unhappy living with the old man, she should move out. We kept getting her mail here at the house, and eventually she stopped picking it up.
An insurance company sent mail for her for years. I eventually opened one up. It was a letter asking if she would like to continue paying premiums on a life insurance policy that she had on her son. The one who died at the age of 1 year, 1 month. As I recall, it was for $250,000.
Those letters kept coming, even almost 10 years after he died, a letter came from that insurance company asking if she would like to pay the premiums again.
Who takes out an insurance policy on a toddler? A toddler has no dependents. Evidently she never cashed it in. I wonder if the cops knew about the insurance policy when they interrogated her when he died. The cause of death was lack of oxygen to the brain, of unknown cause, with a little bit of blood in one nostril.
The woman at the warehouse told me not to trust J, she is going to take my mom's house, and kick me out. I told that woman that I think J has already taken the house, because when my father died in 1999, J took the deed and the parent's wills, and she will take the house for spite, if nothing else.
There were several people at the warehouse where I worked who also worked with J delivering a different paper, so I'm sure they heard the usual things from her. I told the woman at the warehouse about the time I worked at a drug store in 1988.
After 5 months of working at the drug store, another employee asked me if I was J's brother. I said yes, and she started in with, "J says your mother's crazy. Is your mother really crazy? J says she's crazy. Didn't J have that baby with that Arab guy (a friend of pothead neighbor's, again 15 years older than J)?"
Then she stopped talking, looked at me and said, "You're not at all like J said you were." I just laughed and said that I haven't seen J in years, so I don't really know her at all.
I told that to the woman at the warehouse and she said it makes her mad that someone could do that. I said J wants to bias people's opinions about me and my mother, and she's been doing it since grade school because that's how J got her way with her "friends." Crying to them about how horrible it was to live there, and please take me with you (short vacations), and wah wah wah.
The woman at the warehouse said it made her mad thinking about it. I said J has been doing that for 40 years, and people like that just implode. I haven't said much about J at all. I worked in that warehouse for 16 years, and they could tell you, I don't mention any home life at all, never have.
I said it doesn't bother me, I know what she's been doing. J's the one who needs scapegoats, and she picked me and my mother 40 years ago, but it turned into like crying wolf too many times. She only succeeded in drawing attention to herself.
I have heard the "You're not at all like J said you were," and, "He's so nice. Who would want to mess him up?" and I have waited on thousands, if not hundreds of thousands customers at stores and gas stations in the city where J lives. I have worked with hundreds of people, all sorts of people, and got along fine with all of them.
When the bad mouthing from my own relatives and their fucked up friends doesn't match what people see day after day, it's time people asked why. What's the point in screwing their relatives over? I don't have anything to do with J or any other relative. I see them once every few years, up to six years at a time. So how could J say much of anything if she hasn't seen it for herself?
What I know about J comes from legal documents online. Deed transfers and the paperwork that goes with it, bankruptcy filing, and things like that.
J only succeeded in attracting attention to herself. She is hated.
J and the rest of them need to get people to believe that I and my mother are so crazy we need to be told what to do, how to do it, what to think, and when we think it. It covers their asses. We could tell on them about the abuse from decades ago, and what J has to hide. And they're using the age old abuse they started in 1967.
It's been that sister J's voice harassing me lately, probably trying to cover her ass by fucking me and my mom over since her son died. Her and that woman who claims to be a shrink. That woman is just an asshole and J is nothing but a harasser.
I remember waking up when J took me to a doctor, against my will and while I was sleeping. What they're doing is not therapy, it's criminal.
A few changes lately. I had to stop delivering papers because the car was falling apart. I blew a head gasket around June 20, but kept working because I was filling in for another carrier for a week. I was losing antifreeze at the rate of one third to one half a gallon a day. And my steering is screwed up, I have no power steering when making right turns. And the gas line broke two Sundays ago at the warehouse. People asked if that was gas on the ground. I told them only the puddle in the back, the puddle in the front was antifreeze. The death trap is off the road for a while.
The job was easy, but if you don't have a decent car, then you can't have a job that requires you to drive your own car. That was the place where someone was sending emails and pictures to the people who worked there to shove them in my face. What they were doing was harassment, not help.
Someone at the warehouse told me not to trust my sister J, that they've heard a lot of stories about her through the years. The warehouse person said that she is just out for money, and taking my mom to her doctor's appointment will be a way for J to make claims about how much she's done for my mom.
J hasn't done shit for her mother. Like I told the person at the warehouse J has gone years on end without seeing her mother, and I really haven't known J since she was 12 years old. She came home from school, and immediately went to some neighbor's house down the street. That neighbor was twice her age. What was a 12 year old doing with 24 year old people?
That was also the neighbor who gave J pot plants to take home when J was 13/14 years old because that neighbor was moving and couldn't take them with her. My parents made her throw them away.
So, I don't know J at all. She moved out of the house when before she graduated high school. Some old man who was 30 years older than J (he was older than both my parents) came to the house with J and said she was going to live with him and his daughter in another city.
My dad said that she should go to school, and the old man said he would make sure she graduated high school. My dad said he meant college, since the university is just two blocks away from where we lived. J and the old man left.
Years later, when the old man was dying, J and that pothead neighbor got him to sign a survivorship deed to his house, signing it over to her when he died. They did that about 4 weeks before he died. I don't think he was in his right mind. J kept him drunk probably until the day he died.
She ripped off his family, paid them $20K, but my mom once said at that time that J has had nothing but trouble with that old man's family. If they were or are harassing her, J made her own problems.
She left some of her stuff here at the house and in a letter from my oldest sister, T, to her T wrote that if J was so unhappy living with the old man, she should move out. We kept getting her mail here at the house, and eventually she stopped picking it up.
An insurance company sent mail for her for years. I eventually opened one up. It was a letter asking if she would like to continue paying premiums on a life insurance policy that she had on her son. The one who died at the age of 1 year, 1 month. As I recall, it was for $250,000.
Those letters kept coming, even almost 10 years after he died, a letter came from that insurance company asking if she would like to pay the premiums again.
Who takes out an insurance policy on a toddler? A toddler has no dependents. Evidently she never cashed it in. I wonder if the cops knew about the insurance policy when they interrogated her when he died. The cause of death was lack of oxygen to the brain, of unknown cause, with a little bit of blood in one nostril.
The woman at the warehouse told me not to trust J, she is going to take my mom's house, and kick me out. I told that woman that I think J has already taken the house, because when my father died in 1999, J took the deed and the parent's wills, and she will take the house for spite, if nothing else.
There were several people at the warehouse where I worked who also worked with J delivering a different paper, so I'm sure they heard the usual things from her. I told the woman at the warehouse about the time I worked at a drug store in 1988.
After 5 months of working at the drug store, another employee asked me if I was J's brother. I said yes, and she started in with, "J says your mother's crazy. Is your mother really crazy? J says she's crazy. Didn't J have that baby with that Arab guy (a friend of pothead neighbor's, again 15 years older than J)?"
Then she stopped talking, looked at me and said, "You're not at all like J said you were." I just laughed and said that I haven't seen J in years, so I don't really know her at all.
I told that to the woman at the warehouse and she said it makes her mad that someone could do that. I said J wants to bias people's opinions about me and my mother, and she's been doing it since grade school because that's how J got her way with her "friends." Crying to them about how horrible it was to live there, and please take me with you (short vacations), and wah wah wah.
The woman at the warehouse said it made her mad thinking about it. I said J has been doing that for 40 years, and people like that just implode. I haven't said much about J at all. I worked in that warehouse for 16 years, and they could tell you, I don't mention any home life at all, never have.
I said it doesn't bother me, I know what she's been doing. J's the one who needs scapegoats, and she picked me and my mother 40 years ago, but it turned into like crying wolf too many times. She only succeeded in drawing attention to herself.
I have heard the "You're not at all like J said you were," and, "He's so nice. Who would want to mess him up?" and I have waited on thousands, if not hundreds of thousands customers at stores and gas stations in the city where J lives. I have worked with hundreds of people, all sorts of people, and got along fine with all of them.
When the bad mouthing from my own relatives and their fucked up friends doesn't match what people see day after day, it's time people asked why. What's the point in screwing their relatives over? I don't have anything to do with J or any other relative. I see them once every few years, up to six years at a time. So how could J say much of anything if she hasn't seen it for herself?
What I know about J comes from legal documents online. Deed transfers and the paperwork that goes with it, bankruptcy filing, and things like that.
J only succeeded in attracting attention to herself. She is hated.
J and the rest of them need to get people to believe that I and my mother are so crazy we need to be told what to do, how to do it, what to think, and when we think it. It covers their asses. We could tell on them about the abuse from decades ago, and what J has to hide. And they're using the age old abuse they started in 1967.
It's been that sister J's voice harassing me lately, probably trying to cover her ass by fucking me and my mom over since her son died. Her and that woman who claims to be a shrink. That woman is just an asshole and J is nothing but a harasser.
I remember waking up when J took me to a doctor, against my will and while I was sleeping. What they're doing is not therapy, it's criminal.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
April 9, 2015
April 9, 2015 8:49 am
Nothing new lately. The same old job, which is good.
My mother got the cops called on her last Friday. She has been yelling at the people next door about her stolen purse from a year and a half ago. She calls them names when they come out of their house and tells people who visit them that they should tell those people to give her purse back. I tell her she's going to get in trouble with the law.
Here's the strange part, which may not sound strange if you've read my blog this far. I woke up at 4:30 pm that day, and just before I woke up, I heard a cop ask me if my mother had a green card. I said she did. He asked me another question, can't remember it though. This was before I even knew what was going on downstairs.
So I saw a police van parked at the neighbor's house. I went into the kitchen and my mom was sitting at the table with the phone/address book. I thought she called the police again. She said, days earlier, that she called the police about another stolen purse and the neighbors took it. There was no other stolen purse, she was lying. I told her she could get arrested when the cops come over here.
A cop came over and gave her a slip of paper and said it was the report number for her "stolen items," and she will need it when she gets a lawyer. I said her stuff was stolen over a year ago. My mom started to freak out and said she needed her green card because she is going to Kentucky. I told the cop she has a green card and she knows it. The cop said, "your son has it."
He told her that she is not to call them anymore. I said, "She is calling them?" My mom said, "Yes. I made them call the police on me." The cop said he saw how many times she called them and she is not to call them again.
My mom starts to tell the cop to do something about those people, they are standing there right now and he should do something. And why don't the cops do something about them when they wave down people driving down the street and beg for money and cigarettes. The cop told her to call them if they do that. He was getting pissed and left.
Why did I hear those questions before I even woke up and knew what was going on. Somebody, probably Fatso, was pulling another con job. More obstruction of justice by coaching and training sleeping people to control situations that they shouldn't be involved with. And someone was probably provoking my mother into doing such crap.
As for the voices, it seems that X the rapist's family are still fucking me over. The same old crap and the same old demands. A few months ago, X's sister, MR, pulled down some child's pants in front of me and shrieked, "Now you can't say that you never saw a child's penis." Really, now. I said it before and I'll say it again--They would let something happen to someone to get their way. She molested that child, pulled his pants down to get her way.
I also saw myself, as a child with the same woman, MR, sitting across from her at a table, and she's just throwing words out and I, as a child, am making up stories around the words she says, or repeating some story that she and her accomplices make up. And I heard someone say, "See, you've always been that way." No, I wasn't I was a very quiet child.
And now that X is dead, they have gone so far as to even use her as a tactic. According to X's daughter, CF, X has so much to tell me and that i should let her "come through" and find out the truth. I told her it is garbage. I don't believe in ghosts, spirits, or anything along those lines.. And besides, X was a lying bitch when she was alive, and suddenly she's going to start telling the truth? Don't lower yourself like that, CF. That, and "just put on this dress and you will find out everything." Not a chance am I doing that.
I know what I know, and a voice in the head wouldn't know better. It's the same old crap. They need X's rape and abuse victim in a dress to cover the rape and abuse she started in 1967.
And they constantly say, and a little to often say, that I have no proof. X's family screwed over everyone who knew anything about X's craziness. And I remind her family that they can get arrested for harassment, and there is plenty of proof about them harassing me, and using real people to help them.
I want them out of my life, and I don't have to do a damn thing to get them out of my life. They have people suckered into their idiotic psychodramas because they claim I'm so suicidal and what they are doing is helping me. It isn't help. It's harassment and brainwashing. They have no permission or right to do what they are doing to me.
Months ago, I heard a voice say, "remember 'manager.'" The word manager. And not surprisingly, one of the warehouse managers said to me, "Let me be your manager." Not a coincidence as far as I'm concerned. "Managers" are what the voices of X's family call themselves. They want to manage people's lives with their Nazi tactic of fucking people over when they even think about their dispicable lives. And they want to schedule things, when I sleep, when Ieat, etc, etc. No one needs that kind of management. They are just vultures waiting for their victims to even think about them so they can start their torture.
So, this guy said, "Let me be your manager." I laughed and said, "Your a manger here, the warehouse. I don't need one of those life managers, or life coaches, or whatever they are called." I also recall seeing that same manager with those nephew's of X the rapist. I figured they got another victim to help them.
Years ago, they did the same thing to another warehouse manager. I remember X and other people talking about how everyone that I'm hearing "has the same problem." And they are all in an "organization." And I wasn't buying into it. It came time to leave for work and X said, "And now SN will be with you when you drive to work and KS will be there at the warehouse to tell you something."
SN was a warehouse manager years ago, and KS is that girl I knew in 1985. I just laughed at what she said. I thought, there's no one else in the car when I drive to work, and as for KS, I know she was asking me questions on someone else's behalf, and they need her, or the thought of her, to keep their constant psychobabbly bullshit going.
So I got to the warehouse, and sure enough, I "imagined" or just thought as I was told by X, that KS was sitting in the car with me and, of course, I insulted her, and she got mad, screamed at me to go to hell or something, and slammed the door. It is really just to laugh at them, but they are using real people to do their dirty work, people who are just told to push some faggoty agenda on me.
FV and Fatso (see previous posts about the store, McC) need to get an association with faggotry and suicide, since they are the ones who made me suicidal that one time at the store, after months of their harassment, and can't let it be known that they are responsible for that. They desperately want an attempt, at the very least, and they might be crazy enough to set it up again and claim it's about whatever the hell they dream up.
I have been called a faggot by my eldest sister since I was seven years old. Do they actually think that being called anything bothers me? I haven't survived 48 years of harassment from my own relatives and X and her goons to give in to anyfuckingthing ever.
There is something wrong with them when they say things like, "You'll never be complete until you try to kill yourself for real, " and "You can do anything you want as long as I (the voice in the head) am in charge." Craziness all around.
They claim that I've been chosen by X to lead some crappy "organization." I said why, then, isn't X's son, FF the crackhead, your leader? You would think that her own son would become the leader of this so-called organization. There isn't an organization. It's X the rapist's relatives and their other victims harassing people.
Voices in the head are terrible to begin with, but when they are deliberately put there by child abusing, child molesting criminals, it is really dispicable.
Nothing new lately. The same old job, which is good.
My mother got the cops called on her last Friday. She has been yelling at the people next door about her stolen purse from a year and a half ago. She calls them names when they come out of their house and tells people who visit them that they should tell those people to give her purse back. I tell her she's going to get in trouble with the law.
Here's the strange part, which may not sound strange if you've read my blog this far. I woke up at 4:30 pm that day, and just before I woke up, I heard a cop ask me if my mother had a green card. I said she did. He asked me another question, can't remember it though. This was before I even knew what was going on downstairs.
So I saw a police van parked at the neighbor's house. I went into the kitchen and my mom was sitting at the table with the phone/address book. I thought she called the police again. She said, days earlier, that she called the police about another stolen purse and the neighbors took it. There was no other stolen purse, she was lying. I told her she could get arrested when the cops come over here.
A cop came over and gave her a slip of paper and said it was the report number for her "stolen items," and she will need it when she gets a lawyer. I said her stuff was stolen over a year ago. My mom started to freak out and said she needed her green card because she is going to Kentucky. I told the cop she has a green card and she knows it. The cop said, "your son has it."
He told her that she is not to call them anymore. I said, "She is calling them?" My mom said, "Yes. I made them call the police on me." The cop said he saw how many times she called them and she is not to call them again.
My mom starts to tell the cop to do something about those people, they are standing there right now and he should do something. And why don't the cops do something about them when they wave down people driving down the street and beg for money and cigarettes. The cop told her to call them if they do that. He was getting pissed and left.
Why did I hear those questions before I even woke up and knew what was going on. Somebody, probably Fatso, was pulling another con job. More obstruction of justice by coaching and training sleeping people to control situations that they shouldn't be involved with. And someone was probably provoking my mother into doing such crap.
As for the voices, it seems that X the rapist's family are still fucking me over. The same old crap and the same old demands. A few months ago, X's sister, MR, pulled down some child's pants in front of me and shrieked, "Now you can't say that you never saw a child's penis." Really, now. I said it before and I'll say it again--They would let something happen to someone to get their way. She molested that child, pulled his pants down to get her way.
I also saw myself, as a child with the same woman, MR, sitting across from her at a table, and she's just throwing words out and I, as a child, am making up stories around the words she says, or repeating some story that she and her accomplices make up. And I heard someone say, "See, you've always been that way." No, I wasn't I was a very quiet child.
And now that X is dead, they have gone so far as to even use her as a tactic. According to X's daughter, CF, X has so much to tell me and that i should let her "come through" and find out the truth. I told her it is garbage. I don't believe in ghosts, spirits, or anything along those lines.. And besides, X was a lying bitch when she was alive, and suddenly she's going to start telling the truth? Don't lower yourself like that, CF. That, and "just put on this dress and you will find out everything." Not a chance am I doing that.
I know what I know, and a voice in the head wouldn't know better. It's the same old crap. They need X's rape and abuse victim in a dress to cover the rape and abuse she started in 1967.
And they constantly say, and a little to often say, that I have no proof. X's family screwed over everyone who knew anything about X's craziness. And I remind her family that they can get arrested for harassment, and there is plenty of proof about them harassing me, and using real people to help them.
I want them out of my life, and I don't have to do a damn thing to get them out of my life. They have people suckered into their idiotic psychodramas because they claim I'm so suicidal and what they are doing is helping me. It isn't help. It's harassment and brainwashing. They have no permission or right to do what they are doing to me.
Months ago, I heard a voice say, "remember 'manager.'" The word manager. And not surprisingly, one of the warehouse managers said to me, "Let me be your manager." Not a coincidence as far as I'm concerned. "Managers" are what the voices of X's family call themselves. They want to manage people's lives with their Nazi tactic of fucking people over when they even think about their dispicable lives. And they want to schedule things, when I sleep, when Ieat, etc, etc. No one needs that kind of management. They are just vultures waiting for their victims to even think about them so they can start their torture.
So, this guy said, "Let me be your manager." I laughed and said, "Your a manger here, the warehouse. I don't need one of those life managers, or life coaches, or whatever they are called." I also recall seeing that same manager with those nephew's of X the rapist. I figured they got another victim to help them.
Years ago, they did the same thing to another warehouse manager. I remember X and other people talking about how everyone that I'm hearing "has the same problem." And they are all in an "organization." And I wasn't buying into it. It came time to leave for work and X said, "And now SN will be with you when you drive to work and KS will be there at the warehouse to tell you something."
SN was a warehouse manager years ago, and KS is that girl I knew in 1985. I just laughed at what she said. I thought, there's no one else in the car when I drive to work, and as for KS, I know she was asking me questions on someone else's behalf, and they need her, or the thought of her, to keep their constant psychobabbly bullshit going.
So I got to the warehouse, and sure enough, I "imagined" or just thought as I was told by X, that KS was sitting in the car with me and, of course, I insulted her, and she got mad, screamed at me to go to hell or something, and slammed the door. It is really just to laugh at them, but they are using real people to do their dirty work, people who are just told to push some faggoty agenda on me.
FV and Fatso (see previous posts about the store, McC) need to get an association with faggotry and suicide, since they are the ones who made me suicidal that one time at the store, after months of their harassment, and can't let it be known that they are responsible for that. They desperately want an attempt, at the very least, and they might be crazy enough to set it up again and claim it's about whatever the hell they dream up.
I have been called a faggot by my eldest sister since I was seven years old. Do they actually think that being called anything bothers me? I haven't survived 48 years of harassment from my own relatives and X and her goons to give in to anyfuckingthing ever.
There is something wrong with them when they say things like, "You'll never be complete until you try to kill yourself for real, " and "You can do anything you want as long as I (the voice in the head) am in charge." Craziness all around.
They claim that I've been chosen by X to lead some crappy "organization." I said why, then, isn't X's son, FF the crackhead, your leader? You would think that her own son would become the leader of this so-called organization. There isn't an organization. It's X the rapist's relatives and their other victims harassing people.
Voices in the head are terrible to begin with, but when they are deliberately put there by child abusing, child molesting criminals, it is really dispicable.
Monday, January 19, 2015
January 19, 2015
January 19, 2015 8:25 am Werner K Stoebermann Warner Stoberman
Nothing new in real life, just going to work, to the store, and home.
I mentioned I would visit FF for real, since they claim to know so much and are such good friends, but FF and the others went crazy. If they are claiming that they are such good friends, what better way to show that but to have a visit with one of them, without any dog and pony show or any scripts? I said it before, they only start something if they know that they are going to get what they want, i.e. their answers to their questions coming out of my mouth.
They keep using FF as just a dunce. They have him do idiotic things for me to copy, things they need me to say to advance their story line. I can't do anything unless they are involved. Learn another language? Well, FF will help you. Never mind the fact that he can't teach anyone another language, they just want him there to harass. I've written about many instances when they tried to pass him off as psychic, or spirit.
He's just a time wasting bull shitter, because his relatives don't need him doing anything on his own. He already gave them away in 1987, or 1988, when he told a friend of his that I worked with that I can't see him (negative hallucination) and that he needed his friend to "introduce" me to him. Something that bizarre can't be forgotten, especially when it was under recording security cameras. FF is a bigger threat to their fantasy land than anyone else.
I reserve the right to make an unannounced visit to any one of them, in real life. It's not a crime, and why should they get so upset? Knowing them, they probably already rehearsed some garbage along those lines.
MR, X's sister, claims that I have to follow the scripts exactly because they are finding out what happened at the Navy. How would they know, anyway? They are lying. They are creating bullshit stories about what happened in order to cover their asses, and they need me to follow their stupid, ass-kissing scripts, in which they are always come out to be so helpful, but they are just creating trouble and using anyone they can to get out a fake story.
From what I hear, they are trying to push everything that happened onto other people, they take no responsibility for what any of them have done, and a good point is that they are not qualified to "fill in any blanks" of any episode, they are not shrinks.
And they are not my family. Why would such a thing be done to me and no relatives of mine are involved, and when my relatives are mentioned, it's only to have them as scapegoats.
I wrote out what I remember about the Navy, and the Navy "woke up" what X's family did the day before I went to Cleveland MAPS (induction center). But X's family want to create a fantasy of "he wanted to make a stand for fags in the military and they screwed him up for it."
The Navy was very nice and the only question they asked me was, "Who is ......?" and the answer was X, the rapist. There was no talk of sexuality or anything, and as for the voices trying to get me to believe that they saved me from jail or anything is ludicrous. The Navy wouldn't spend money to incarcerate anyone for many years. They just write you up and send you home. The last thing I remember them saying came from a uniformed guy and it was, "you should go to school." And he was reading from a sheet of paper he had.
And I was only there for a day and a half, how much talking or information could they get in that amount of time? They are busy people. It doesn't take 30 years to explain what happened there, but of course, X's family claim it's my fault because all I have to do is wear a dress and let X's lies through.
That's where all the talk of "you have to say you're a fag, because we can't finish this until you say that." They are idiots. X needs her abuse and rape on me to be passed off as a "faggy gender thing." Faggy gender things are not even remotely connected to anything. It goes back to X abusing and dressing up her abuse victims, and training her abuse victim to blame someone else.
"You want the dress, I know you do. You can't have the dress until you say what we want you to say." And all this on a six year old boy. What do 6 year olds know about sex, faggotry, or gender identification? Nothing.
I do not stand up for anyone. I told on all of them. I do not fight anyone else's battles, especially when it comes to those abusive assholes that started problems as long ago as 47 years. I don't lie for them or about them.
I do not want to have anything to do with X, the dead rapist, or her family, but they still claim they are getting permission from another "personality" and when I think about something they don't like, they tell me to "shut up, we're not speaking to you."
But I'm the only one that should be speaking, because the rest of it, the so-called personalities they create when I say something that doesn't fit their fantasy land, is just a means of having the criminals to cover their asses with bogus stories. I am only one person with one story to tell, and the blank spots don't matter, especially since these dummies who claim to know better are the instigators in the first place.
I haven't lived long enough to have had every disease or disorder they claim I have, and I sure as hell haven't lived long enough to have done all the things they claim.
Nothing new in real life, just going to work, to the store, and home.
I mentioned I would visit FF for real, since they claim to know so much and are such good friends, but FF and the others went crazy. If they are claiming that they are such good friends, what better way to show that but to have a visit with one of them, without any dog and pony show or any scripts? I said it before, they only start something if they know that they are going to get what they want, i.e. their answers to their questions coming out of my mouth.
They keep using FF as just a dunce. They have him do idiotic things for me to copy, things they need me to say to advance their story line. I can't do anything unless they are involved. Learn another language? Well, FF will help you. Never mind the fact that he can't teach anyone another language, they just want him there to harass. I've written about many instances when they tried to pass him off as psychic, or spirit.
He's just a time wasting bull shitter, because his relatives don't need him doing anything on his own. He already gave them away in 1987, or 1988, when he told a friend of his that I worked with that I can't see him (negative hallucination) and that he needed his friend to "introduce" me to him. Something that bizarre can't be forgotten, especially when it was under recording security cameras. FF is a bigger threat to their fantasy land than anyone else.
I reserve the right to make an unannounced visit to any one of them, in real life. It's not a crime, and why should they get so upset? Knowing them, they probably already rehearsed some garbage along those lines.
MR, X's sister, claims that I have to follow the scripts exactly because they are finding out what happened at the Navy. How would they know, anyway? They are lying. They are creating bullshit stories about what happened in order to cover their asses, and they need me to follow their stupid, ass-kissing scripts, in which they are always come out to be so helpful, but they are just creating trouble and using anyone they can to get out a fake story.
From what I hear, they are trying to push everything that happened onto other people, they take no responsibility for what any of them have done, and a good point is that they are not qualified to "fill in any blanks" of any episode, they are not shrinks.
And they are not my family. Why would such a thing be done to me and no relatives of mine are involved, and when my relatives are mentioned, it's only to have them as scapegoats.
I wrote out what I remember about the Navy, and the Navy "woke up" what X's family did the day before I went to Cleveland MAPS (induction center). But X's family want to create a fantasy of "he wanted to make a stand for fags in the military and they screwed him up for it."
The Navy was very nice and the only question they asked me was, "Who is ......?" and the answer was X, the rapist. There was no talk of sexuality or anything, and as for the voices trying to get me to believe that they saved me from jail or anything is ludicrous. The Navy wouldn't spend money to incarcerate anyone for many years. They just write you up and send you home. The last thing I remember them saying came from a uniformed guy and it was, "you should go to school." And he was reading from a sheet of paper he had.
And I was only there for a day and a half, how much talking or information could they get in that amount of time? They are busy people. It doesn't take 30 years to explain what happened there, but of course, X's family claim it's my fault because all I have to do is wear a dress and let X's lies through.
That's where all the talk of "you have to say you're a fag, because we can't finish this until you say that." They are idiots. X needs her abuse and rape on me to be passed off as a "faggy gender thing." Faggy gender things are not even remotely connected to anything. It goes back to X abusing and dressing up her abuse victims, and training her abuse victim to blame someone else.
"You want the dress, I know you do. You can't have the dress until you say what we want you to say." And all this on a six year old boy. What do 6 year olds know about sex, faggotry, or gender identification? Nothing.
I do not stand up for anyone. I told on all of them. I do not fight anyone else's battles, especially when it comes to those abusive assholes that started problems as long ago as 47 years. I don't lie for them or about them.
I do not want to have anything to do with X, the dead rapist, or her family, but they still claim they are getting permission from another "personality" and when I think about something they don't like, they tell me to "shut up, we're not speaking to you."
But I'm the only one that should be speaking, because the rest of it, the so-called personalities they create when I say something that doesn't fit their fantasy land, is just a means of having the criminals to cover their asses with bogus stories. I am only one person with one story to tell, and the blank spots don't matter, especially since these dummies who claim to know better are the instigators in the first place.
I haven't lived long enough to have had every disease or disorder they claim I have, and I sure as hell haven't lived long enough to have done all the things they claim.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
January 13, 2015
January 13, 2015 4:22 pm Werner K Stoebermann Warner Stoberman
Nothing new in real life today. It's finally been snowing, with a little ice. We've had it better than last year when it just about never stopped.
In the news has been the attack by ISIL on a French magazine that mocks their religion. I did not care. First of all, I have no pity for anyone who uses other people's religion to mock and taunt them. What did they expect Muslims to do? The West kills hundreds of thousands of them and shows no respect for their religious beliefs. Maybe if the West stopped killing them, they wouldn't get what they got. It's just another massacre, but since it was on a magazine, the rest of the media is making freedom of speech and instigating hatred against Muslims again. And that magazine that got attacked now puts out another issue mocking the Muslims again. Are they stupid? They printed 3 million copies of their latest issue because they know they will be making millions of dollars off their own dead workers.
The voices went nuts. Told me not to put this in my blog because they have "too much invested" in their dog and pony show. I have said worse the past 47 years that X the Rapist and her relatives have screwing people over and it didn't get such a response as yesterday. I think they are getting tired and want a way to end this shit on their terms, that is, making everyone else the perpetrators and making themselves the victims.
The voices are down to just a few since X the Rapist died. It's her daughter, CF, her sisters, MR and OH. They added two more harassers, X's brother TH and his wife MH. Yesterday, they put me through the same thing. Allegedly, I won't know the truth about anything until I put on a dress and let the spirit of X the Rapist come through to guide me. I told them to fuck off, and MH started to train me with "you have to call her up with 'come up, spirit.' I laughed and told her they look so stupid when they try to cover their harassment with spirits and psychics. Of course, they have their conversations masked so they look like the conversation is about other things.
The only spirits they know are the ones that come in bottles from the liquor store.
A few days ago, I was sitting somewhere, and my sister J walked towards me with something that looked like a stack of papers, and put them on a desk. When I first saw her, I said that was J, and someone probably prompted me to not recognize her because I thought, I don't recognize her (Fatso has said that many times over the years, in 1985 he said for me not to know the difference between KS and J).
So, it went like this: That's J, I don't recognize her, someone probably asked why, and I said because she's older now, and her hair turned gray and she left. So know they got another "don't recognize J" in addition to the "you don't know the difference between J and KS.
And I looked at the stack of papers or whatever and said, "I'm not going to read that." That is probably the way they keep their nightmares and cover stories and lies. As it has been for thirty five years, have a stupid conversation with God knows who, they cut and paste what was said, force me to think of words that associate with things in the conversation, write it up in associated words (which would look like nonsense), give it to an unwitting victim of theirs to say things like, "we can't read this, you have to read it." I don't recall reading it because it is their Nazi torture of making their victims have waking nightmares.
They get me to trigger myself, essentially. And there are prompts of "have a cigarette" "eat a piece of candy." And the idiots say things like, "Every time you eat a piece of candy, you......" and I'm supposed to finish the sentence with what they want me to think of.
***OH just said, "Hey, T(sister's name)" and flashed a light on me. Reading the post about McC, the store will explain the association with lights and T. X the Rapist's family uses that to break my concentration.***
So I'm supposed to read their garbage, and by showing me J giving me papers, J's supposed to be the scapegoat for that, too. They probably still use people at work. Sending emails and images and telling them to use trigger words to start the "remembering crap." And it is crap.
When I hear them working on their dog and pony shows to glorify X the Rapist, I hear them say, nastily, "Werner, stay out of it." "We're not talking to you." But I'm the only one there. When I break in, they interrupt what I'm trying to say with commands like, fuck up, misspell. They keep telling me not to deviate from "the script," that I'm only fucking myself up when I don't say the exact words they have made me read.
But their scripts are trash. They claim I don't know who my mother is, they claim I think X the Rapist is/was my mother. It's just that when I hear what they are claiming, they make me go off on a tangent with "just associate."
***And TH just said, "So?" as in so what if we screw you over. And then he said, "If you don't know the difference...." And I'm thinking, "between my mother and...blah blah blah." He's insinuating that I don't know my own mother. and my answer to that is, "You force me to look like I don't know." It's your dog and pony show. I have never had my say because your threats and head games is all you want to show to the public.**
Months ago, OH's son got in my face and said, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill your mother, I'm going to kill your sister, I'm going to kill all your family." Around that same time, MR stood up and said, "I'm FV, and this (MR's sister, OH) is Sue (a local community organizer.)" I thought, "That means you are guaranteed not to be who you say you are because you wouldn't use your own names because what you are doing is illegal, despicable and hateful."
And if they ever get caught, their excuse will be, "We can't help it if he doesn't know who we are." The fact is, they prompt me to think of things and people, so the letting their victims "lead themselves into thinking" they are someone else doesn't fly because they use that hoping that I will go off on people in the real world.
They cause trouble and want someone else to be the one who complains about me. They are victimizing real people in that way, people they don't even know, people who don't know them or give a shit about them or give a shit about me, but they are just people to be used by X the Rapist's relatives to do their dirty work.
Another thing about them recently is they showed me a woman. Tall, thin, blond dykish hair cut. Months ago, when I mentioned that FF, X's son, goes around showing people how to set me off in public, and saying things like, "He (me) can't see me. You have to introduce me to him." Like the other relatives of X's family, he is a negative hallucinations. And this woman, who I can see, probably because someone wants to be a scapegoat for them later, got violent with FF, that she hasn't worked on all this for him to screw it up. Fatso also shows people how to screw me up.
And this woman got all frenzied every time she came around. I assume the only people that are allowed around me when they create their dog and pony shows are all related to X in one way or another. I looked on the Internet. When people like CF says to me, "You'll never see this face." She means I'll never see her face, and it is blurred. I just say to her, "I can see your face on Facebook, stupid."
I googled around X's relatives and ran across TH, X's brother and his wife, MH. They said later it was because I googled their names that they are there. The same was years ago with OH, after I told my sister, T, what happened at OH's house is when she showed up and joined in her family's business of fucking people over. At first, she wanted me to think she was someone who works delivering papers, also. And I didn't believe her and said, "Who else would get so violent and pissed off about mentioning OH and her son?" Only OH and her son. Again, they want me to go off on people in public.
So I see this woman, the tall thin one, the ***no, not David Bowie, OH,** and she was taking off a ski mask. And I googled around google images and their family names and it looks exactly like a picture of OH's daughter in law. What a shock! A relative of OH's. Shock? Nej. ***No, TH, I don't think or believe that I'm Swedish,***
So, why do I see them and not the others? From 47 years of knowing X and her family and their tactics, those people they "let me see" are going to be their scapegoats someday.
I think about the potential victims of theirs recently. My cousin, who has the same name as I do, and I tell these idiots they better get the correct Werner because if they harass the wrong one, my cousin, I hope he would not hesitate to shoot them dead. They have physically attacked me many times, but since I'm only supposed to be dreaming, etc, I have no fucking way to get them to stop. ***No, TH, holding up a dress and trying to train me into wearing it is not a way to get you to stop. Read my blog and run as far away as possible from this shit your relatives are doing is all anyone needs to do.*** As crazed as those people get, I'm surprised someone hasn't given them what they deserve.
And I thought of CF's children and how they were probably treated. After all, her own mother said she had mental problems when she was 12. But this was X, and to X, telling on them would be a mental disease.
And OH's grandchildren. As violent as she gets, and how she lies so easily, contradicts the slightest thought of her victim, it is not a stretch of any sort to say that her hatred and violence comes out in her "normal" life, for wont of better word. As much time as she spends conspiring to harass people, and as pissed off as she gets, she is bound to go off on someone. She should be supervised around the grandchildren. But mentioning grandchildren and such just introduces some real life in their little bubble they've created for themselves.
She'll end up the kind of relative that gets locked away in the attic. "That's just mice screaming in the attic, not grandma."
So, really, I've taken up Swedish. It's interesting, it's easy. If you know German, English, or French, Swedish comes easily. But not when you're being harassed. They go around saying, he thinks he's Swedish. No, I don't. Let's test him, they say. Of course the test is designed by them so I fail. And their other tests, math this and that, and "you'll never know physics again...if you don't wear this dress." *** Making me copy FF putting on a dress, which you probably just changed into pants or whatever, won't get you anywhere*** I screw up their tests deliberately. What's five plus ten? Fifty thousand, I say. Who is the president? Herbert Hoover.
He learned Swedish? That doesn't fit in, we have no "personality that would speak Swedish. You know we can't say it's Werner, because we are talking to and treating Michael Hart, or the transtesticle X trained in 1967, we have ET, we have some Youtuber he watches so we can say, 'he thinks he's that Youtuber," we have his sister,T, we have all these so-called personalities but can't fit in Swedish.
But Swedish? Where is that personality? It's just me. But of course everything I do will come with the price of "we are going to screw everything up, make it so difficult for you, that you will be begging for the dress, taking down the blog, kissing dead X's ass."
But, you know what? Swedish is easy, even with their harassment. And a physics degree with a minor in math was easy. When they say, "oh, he worked so hard...on this or that" I say, honestly, I never worked hard on anything in my life, things came easy.
But they parade FF, X's son, around for me to copy the asinine things they can't get me to do other than by copying someone else, and say, "Oh, FF just said something in Swedish. He is helping you learn Swedish." No, he isn't. He doesn't know it. And the rot about how they "helped me through college." No, they didn't. In no sense of the word did they. Suddenly, someone who failed fourth grade twice, FF, is helping me to learn something. That is laughable. FF should be watching his kid and not spending his time conspiring to harass people.
So all the talk, all the writing, prompting , or ass scratching that's supposed to make me forget or remember something just doesn't work. They can induce amnesia, any hypnotist can, so they can make someone think through several wrong names before the correct one is thought of, doesn't mean that anything is forgotten. They want me to ask them for help to remember, the "HOW do you remember this or that" trap, i.e. eat something, physically do something and then remember what we just put you through.
I don't. I don't need them. Something thought of once, will be thought of again.
Again, it's typical Nazi torture. Tell your victim they are no good, play head games, slander, insinuate, endless interrogation about the pettiest thing, forced misspeaks. Tell your victim their job is dumb, tell them no one can stand them (couldn't care less, actually. I don't know anyone), tell your victim that you told everyone this or that and now you have no choice but to agree with what we said. Tell your victim that you know better (they don't, they aren't you), tell your victim that you should take the blame since "you're already crazy." Tell people around your victim that the victim has to be treated in such and such a way, but in reality you just made an unwitting accomplice of someone because the "treatment" is nothing more than harassment.
And then make up excuses. Tell people your victim feels bad because it's such and such a date and this and this happened and lie after lie. And after all that, hold up some bait and tell your victim, "this is your only way out. This will cure everything." No, their "cure" is lunacy. No one has to do a damn thing to get some peace and quiet.
I've heard "He worked so hard on his college degree, and now...." Meaning "It makes him nuts he couldn't use it." No, I didn't go to college to get a good job. I went because I didn't want to be one of those old people who say "I could have done..." So I'm not going to be that old person because I went and did it. And with all that reading, etc, my Alzheimer's is going to be interesting.
Nothing new in real life today. It's finally been snowing, with a little ice. We've had it better than last year when it just about never stopped.
In the news has been the attack by ISIL on a French magazine that mocks their religion. I did not care. First of all, I have no pity for anyone who uses other people's religion to mock and taunt them. What did they expect Muslims to do? The West kills hundreds of thousands of them and shows no respect for their religious beliefs. Maybe if the West stopped killing them, they wouldn't get what they got. It's just another massacre, but since it was on a magazine, the rest of the media is making freedom of speech and instigating hatred against Muslims again. And that magazine that got attacked now puts out another issue mocking the Muslims again. Are they stupid? They printed 3 million copies of their latest issue because they know they will be making millions of dollars off their own dead workers.
The voices went nuts. Told me not to put this in my blog because they have "too much invested" in their dog and pony show. I have said worse the past 47 years that X the Rapist and her relatives have screwing people over and it didn't get such a response as yesterday. I think they are getting tired and want a way to end this shit on their terms, that is, making everyone else the perpetrators and making themselves the victims.
The voices are down to just a few since X the Rapist died. It's her daughter, CF, her sisters, MR and OH. They added two more harassers, X's brother TH and his wife MH. Yesterday, they put me through the same thing. Allegedly, I won't know the truth about anything until I put on a dress and let the spirit of X the Rapist come through to guide me. I told them to fuck off, and MH started to train me with "you have to call her up with 'come up, spirit.' I laughed and told her they look so stupid when they try to cover their harassment with spirits and psychics. Of course, they have their conversations masked so they look like the conversation is about other things.
The only spirits they know are the ones that come in bottles from the liquor store.
A few days ago, I was sitting somewhere, and my sister J walked towards me with something that looked like a stack of papers, and put them on a desk. When I first saw her, I said that was J, and someone probably prompted me to not recognize her because I thought, I don't recognize her (Fatso has said that many times over the years, in 1985 he said for me not to know the difference between KS and J).
So, it went like this: That's J, I don't recognize her, someone probably asked why, and I said because she's older now, and her hair turned gray and she left. So know they got another "don't recognize J" in addition to the "you don't know the difference between J and KS.
And I looked at the stack of papers or whatever and said, "I'm not going to read that." That is probably the way they keep their nightmares and cover stories and lies. As it has been for thirty five years, have a stupid conversation with God knows who, they cut and paste what was said, force me to think of words that associate with things in the conversation, write it up in associated words (which would look like nonsense), give it to an unwitting victim of theirs to say things like, "we can't read this, you have to read it." I don't recall reading it because it is their Nazi torture of making their victims have waking nightmares.
They get me to trigger myself, essentially. And there are prompts of "have a cigarette" "eat a piece of candy." And the idiots say things like, "Every time you eat a piece of candy, you......" and I'm supposed to finish the sentence with what they want me to think of.
***OH just said, "Hey, T(sister's name)" and flashed a light on me. Reading the post about McC, the store will explain the association with lights and T. X the Rapist's family uses that to break my concentration.***
So I'm supposed to read their garbage, and by showing me J giving me papers, J's supposed to be the scapegoat for that, too. They probably still use people at work. Sending emails and images and telling them to use trigger words to start the "remembering crap." And it is crap.
When I hear them working on their dog and pony shows to glorify X the Rapist, I hear them say, nastily, "Werner, stay out of it." "We're not talking to you." But I'm the only one there. When I break in, they interrupt what I'm trying to say with commands like, fuck up, misspell. They keep telling me not to deviate from "the script," that I'm only fucking myself up when I don't say the exact words they have made me read.
But their scripts are trash. They claim I don't know who my mother is, they claim I think X the Rapist is/was my mother. It's just that when I hear what they are claiming, they make me go off on a tangent with "just associate."
***And TH just said, "So?" as in so what if we screw you over. And then he said, "If you don't know the difference...." And I'm thinking, "between my mother and...blah blah blah." He's insinuating that I don't know my own mother. and my answer to that is, "You force me to look like I don't know." It's your dog and pony show. I have never had my say because your threats and head games is all you want to show to the public.**
Months ago, OH's son got in my face and said, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill your mother, I'm going to kill your sister, I'm going to kill all your family." Around that same time, MR stood up and said, "I'm FV, and this (MR's sister, OH) is Sue (a local community organizer.)" I thought, "That means you are guaranteed not to be who you say you are because you wouldn't use your own names because what you are doing is illegal, despicable and hateful."
And if they ever get caught, their excuse will be, "We can't help it if he doesn't know who we are." The fact is, they prompt me to think of things and people, so the letting their victims "lead themselves into thinking" they are someone else doesn't fly because they use that hoping that I will go off on people in the real world.
They cause trouble and want someone else to be the one who complains about me. They are victimizing real people in that way, people they don't even know, people who don't know them or give a shit about them or give a shit about me, but they are just people to be used by X the Rapist's relatives to do their dirty work.
Another thing about them recently is they showed me a woman. Tall, thin, blond dykish hair cut. Months ago, when I mentioned that FF, X's son, goes around showing people how to set me off in public, and saying things like, "He (me) can't see me. You have to introduce me to him." Like the other relatives of X's family, he is a negative hallucinations. And this woman, who I can see, probably because someone wants to be a scapegoat for them later, got violent with FF, that she hasn't worked on all this for him to screw it up. Fatso also shows people how to screw me up.
And this woman got all frenzied every time she came around. I assume the only people that are allowed around me when they create their dog and pony shows are all related to X in one way or another. I looked on the Internet. When people like CF says to me, "You'll never see this face." She means I'll never see her face, and it is blurred. I just say to her, "I can see your face on Facebook, stupid."
I googled around X's relatives and ran across TH, X's brother and his wife, MH. They said later it was because I googled their names that they are there. The same was years ago with OH, after I told my sister, T, what happened at OH's house is when she showed up and joined in her family's business of fucking people over. At first, she wanted me to think she was someone who works delivering papers, also. And I didn't believe her and said, "Who else would get so violent and pissed off about mentioning OH and her son?" Only OH and her son. Again, they want me to go off on people in public.
So I see this woman, the tall thin one, the ***no, not David Bowie, OH,** and she was taking off a ski mask. And I googled around google images and their family names and it looks exactly like a picture of OH's daughter in law. What a shock! A relative of OH's. Shock? Nej. ***No, TH, I don't think or believe that I'm Swedish,***
So, why do I see them and not the others? From 47 years of knowing X and her family and their tactics, those people they "let me see" are going to be their scapegoats someday.
I think about the potential victims of theirs recently. My cousin, who has the same name as I do, and I tell these idiots they better get the correct Werner because if they harass the wrong one, my cousin, I hope he would not hesitate to shoot them dead. They have physically attacked me many times, but since I'm only supposed to be dreaming, etc, I have no fucking way to get them to stop. ***No, TH, holding up a dress and trying to train me into wearing it is not a way to get you to stop. Read my blog and run as far away as possible from this shit your relatives are doing is all anyone needs to do.*** As crazed as those people get, I'm surprised someone hasn't given them what they deserve.
And I thought of CF's children and how they were probably treated. After all, her own mother said she had mental problems when she was 12. But this was X, and to X, telling on them would be a mental disease.
And OH's grandchildren. As violent as she gets, and how she lies so easily, contradicts the slightest thought of her victim, it is not a stretch of any sort to say that her hatred and violence comes out in her "normal" life, for wont of better word. As much time as she spends conspiring to harass people, and as pissed off as she gets, she is bound to go off on someone. She should be supervised around the grandchildren. But mentioning grandchildren and such just introduces some real life in their little bubble they've created for themselves.
She'll end up the kind of relative that gets locked away in the attic. "That's just mice screaming in the attic, not grandma."
So, really, I've taken up Swedish. It's interesting, it's easy. If you know German, English, or French, Swedish comes easily. But not when you're being harassed. They go around saying, he thinks he's Swedish. No, I don't. Let's test him, they say. Of course the test is designed by them so I fail. And their other tests, math this and that, and "you'll never know physics again...if you don't wear this dress." *** Making me copy FF putting on a dress, which you probably just changed into pants or whatever, won't get you anywhere*** I screw up their tests deliberately. What's five plus ten? Fifty thousand, I say. Who is the president? Herbert Hoover.
He learned Swedish? That doesn't fit in, we have no "personality that would speak Swedish. You know we can't say it's Werner, because we are talking to and treating Michael Hart, or the transtesticle X trained in 1967, we have ET, we have some Youtuber he watches so we can say, 'he thinks he's that Youtuber," we have his sister,T, we have all these so-called personalities but can't fit in Swedish.
But Swedish? Where is that personality? It's just me. But of course everything I do will come with the price of "we are going to screw everything up, make it so difficult for you, that you will be begging for the dress, taking down the blog, kissing dead X's ass."
But, you know what? Swedish is easy, even with their harassment. And a physics degree with a minor in math was easy. When they say, "oh, he worked so hard...on this or that" I say, honestly, I never worked hard on anything in my life, things came easy.
But they parade FF, X's son, around for me to copy the asinine things they can't get me to do other than by copying someone else, and say, "Oh, FF just said something in Swedish. He is helping you learn Swedish." No, he isn't. He doesn't know it. And the rot about how they "helped me through college." No, they didn't. In no sense of the word did they. Suddenly, someone who failed fourth grade twice, FF, is helping me to learn something. That is laughable. FF should be watching his kid and not spending his time conspiring to harass people.
So all the talk, all the writing, prompting , or ass scratching that's supposed to make me forget or remember something just doesn't work. They can induce amnesia, any hypnotist can, so they can make someone think through several wrong names before the correct one is thought of, doesn't mean that anything is forgotten. They want me to ask them for help to remember, the "HOW do you remember this or that" trap, i.e. eat something, physically do something and then remember what we just put you through.
I don't. I don't need them. Something thought of once, will be thought of again.
Again, it's typical Nazi torture. Tell your victim they are no good, play head games, slander, insinuate, endless interrogation about the pettiest thing, forced misspeaks. Tell your victim their job is dumb, tell them no one can stand them (couldn't care less, actually. I don't know anyone), tell your victim that you told everyone this or that and now you have no choice but to agree with what we said. Tell your victim that you know better (they don't, they aren't you), tell your victim that you should take the blame since "you're already crazy." Tell people around your victim that the victim has to be treated in such and such a way, but in reality you just made an unwitting accomplice of someone because the "treatment" is nothing more than harassment.
And then make up excuses. Tell people your victim feels bad because it's such and such a date and this and this happened and lie after lie. And after all that, hold up some bait and tell your victim, "this is your only way out. This will cure everything." No, their "cure" is lunacy. No one has to do a damn thing to get some peace and quiet.
I've heard "He worked so hard on his college degree, and now...." Meaning "It makes him nuts he couldn't use it." No, I didn't go to college to get a good job. I went because I didn't want to be one of those old people who say "I could have done..." So I'm not going to be that old person because I went and did it. And with all that reading, etc, my Alzheimer's is going to be interesting.
Friday, January 2, 2015
January 2, 2015
January 2, 2015 3:52 pm Werner K Stoebermann Warner Stoberman
Nothing new in real life. My dog had a bad case of diarrhea the past week that came from stopped up anal sacs. It was gross. Poop everywhere, but at least he used the newspaper. He kept attacking me because I had to give him baths so his ass wouldn't get infected. He's 13 years old now and mean as ever.
Still delivering papers overnight and it's the same thing over and over. Go to work, go to the store, go home. And I like it that way.
As for the voices and related crap:
I just had it out with X's daughter, CF. Since I'm blogging, they are trying to mix up everything that they can. CF mentioned that she is waiting for a schedule, meaning how and when am I supposed to remember the crap they are doing, which would include their stupid intrusive thoughts in the middle of their cut and paste conversations.
I said that I don't want to be scheduled. She said that she just mentioned the word and I supposedly came up with the meaning of "how and when to remember, (which also goes back to the store incident in 1985)." I told her that I could never imagine any definition or association with the word schedule that they have been using. And I asked bitch why would she go along with any such preposterous thing.
She, as always, claims to be helping, but they are creating problems, and I have been telling them that they are not qualified to help. And of course they end with "you're suicidal and we don't want you to kill yourself." And then I tell them that it is worse for them to even think of doing anything with a suicidal person. They are not qualified and they are criminals.
I have been telling these assholes off for many decades.
And since rapist X died, her daughter is replaying (waking up) conversations with her idiotic mother and is probably making claims that I believe in ghosts and I should listen to what her mother is saying. She even prompts with, "did you hear what my mother said?"
And of course they are using my sister, J, nowadays, too. They expect her to be the dumbass who, as they put it, "will put you away." I tell them that I will get a lawyer on J's ass to leave me alone.
X's family has a preposterous, idiotic idea that I have to wear a dress, which was X's abuse in 1967 and onward, but they claim that it is because I wanted to be my sister, T, who also has a history of abuse and abusing. So, in effect, they want to justify X's abuse.
I don't wear dresses or think of myself as a female of any sort. And, as we all know by now, X is a liar and has been accusing everyone and everything else as being the culprits for what she herself did. And in any case, way, shape or form, X will lie, and dressing up her victim to allegedly find the truth is stupid and her family is as criminal as she is when they start their crap up.
They claim that the blank spots during the episodes they create, such as McC's (the store in 1985), the episode at Arby's in 1986, the episode when the Navy 'woke up' what X and her relatives did, are all blank spots because I supposedly turn into this transtesticle thing. It is X's abuse, her little creation to use to lie all over again.
Trying to get me to believe that blank spots can be filled in by her bullshit is what is going on and I'm not buying into it.
I've said (wrote) it many times before to people who keep trying to fill in the blanks. I tell them it's not going to happen. You will know nothing more than you know now. Thirty years after any episode what you remember will be the same, because that's the way it was and always will be. And if any voice in the head claims to know, don't believe it, and if any real life person claims to know, don't believe it either because they are probably the ones who caused you trouble to begin with and it would not be in their best interest to tell you the truth. When's the last time an abusive criminal actually helped their victim?
Again, they are not qualified to help, they are only creating and using problems to cover their asses. Dead asses or otherwise.
As for their claims that they have to treat me this way because they claim my poor innocent mother might be in danger and they use their harassment to control me, I say they must not care about my poor innocent mother because if I'm so dangerous, how could they let her live alone with me for the past 15 years.
And J just said, "I cannot tell you what you are supposed to figure out." Really, asshole? J should fuck off. I know the truth and people can read it here. What they want me to "figure out" are their head games. They put me through crap when I'm sleeping and how the hell would I know what garbage they do, and then they claim I have to figure it out.
It's more harassment. They want their victims to run around, go on a snipe hunt, play guessing games with themselves to try to figure things out. Again, they are creating bullshit and claim their victim has to figure it out. And then they prompt thoughts to make their victims think of the crap they've put in their victim's head and claim, "see, it's just like we told everyone."
I'll say it again. Just by saying or prompting, they can make anyone think of anything, but they can't make anyone believe anything. It's the part when they stop their victim from explaining anything, the times they stop their victims before their victims can say, "I don't believe that at all," is how they get their victims looking like they believe in things they don't.
Nothing new in real life. My dog had a bad case of diarrhea the past week that came from stopped up anal sacs. It was gross. Poop everywhere, but at least he used the newspaper. He kept attacking me because I had to give him baths so his ass wouldn't get infected. He's 13 years old now and mean as ever.
Still delivering papers overnight and it's the same thing over and over. Go to work, go to the store, go home. And I like it that way.
As for the voices and related crap:
I just had it out with X's daughter, CF. Since I'm blogging, they are trying to mix up everything that they can. CF mentioned that she is waiting for a schedule, meaning how and when am I supposed to remember the crap they are doing, which would include their stupid intrusive thoughts in the middle of their cut and paste conversations.
I said that I don't want to be scheduled. She said that she just mentioned the word and I supposedly came up with the meaning of "how and when to remember, (which also goes back to the store incident in 1985)." I told her that I could never imagine any definition or association with the word schedule that they have been using. And I asked bitch why would she go along with any such preposterous thing.
She, as always, claims to be helping, but they are creating problems, and I have been telling them that they are not qualified to help. And of course they end with "you're suicidal and we don't want you to kill yourself." And then I tell them that it is worse for them to even think of doing anything with a suicidal person. They are not qualified and they are criminals.
I have been telling these assholes off for many decades.
And since rapist X died, her daughter is replaying (waking up) conversations with her idiotic mother and is probably making claims that I believe in ghosts and I should listen to what her mother is saying. She even prompts with, "did you hear what my mother said?"
And of course they are using my sister, J, nowadays, too. They expect her to be the dumbass who, as they put it, "will put you away." I tell them that I will get a lawyer on J's ass to leave me alone.
X's family has a preposterous, idiotic idea that I have to wear a dress, which was X's abuse in 1967 and onward, but they claim that it is because I wanted to be my sister, T, who also has a history of abuse and abusing. So, in effect, they want to justify X's abuse.
I don't wear dresses or think of myself as a female of any sort. And, as we all know by now, X is a liar and has been accusing everyone and everything else as being the culprits for what she herself did. And in any case, way, shape or form, X will lie, and dressing up her victim to allegedly find the truth is stupid and her family is as criminal as she is when they start their crap up.
They claim that the blank spots during the episodes they create, such as McC's (the store in 1985), the episode at Arby's in 1986, the episode when the Navy 'woke up' what X and her relatives did, are all blank spots because I supposedly turn into this transtesticle thing. It is X's abuse, her little creation to use to lie all over again.
Trying to get me to believe that blank spots can be filled in by her bullshit is what is going on and I'm not buying into it.
I've said (wrote) it many times before to people who keep trying to fill in the blanks. I tell them it's not going to happen. You will know nothing more than you know now. Thirty years after any episode what you remember will be the same, because that's the way it was and always will be. And if any voice in the head claims to know, don't believe it, and if any real life person claims to know, don't believe it either because they are probably the ones who caused you trouble to begin with and it would not be in their best interest to tell you the truth. When's the last time an abusive criminal actually helped their victim?
Again, they are not qualified to help, they are only creating and using problems to cover their asses. Dead asses or otherwise.
As for their claims that they have to treat me this way because they claim my poor innocent mother might be in danger and they use their harassment to control me, I say they must not care about my poor innocent mother because if I'm so dangerous, how could they let her live alone with me for the past 15 years.
And J just said, "I cannot tell you what you are supposed to figure out." Really, asshole? J should fuck off. I know the truth and people can read it here. What they want me to "figure out" are their head games. They put me through crap when I'm sleeping and how the hell would I know what garbage they do, and then they claim I have to figure it out.
It's more harassment. They want their victims to run around, go on a snipe hunt, play guessing games with themselves to try to figure things out. Again, they are creating bullshit and claim their victim has to figure it out. And then they prompt thoughts to make their victims think of the crap they've put in their victim's head and claim, "see, it's just like we told everyone."
I'll say it again. Just by saying or prompting, they can make anyone think of anything, but they can't make anyone believe anything. It's the part when they stop their victim from explaining anything, the times they stop their victims before their victims can say, "I don't believe that at all," is how they get their victims looking like they believe in things they don't.
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