Later in the year, when it was clear Bush had been crushed in the election, a fact the Press sought to conceal in many ways, minimizing the massive Dem victory, the train stopping effect it had on Rove's boastfulness about a future of 3 decades of uninterrupted Republicanism, they escalated their attacks on my cat, making loud and disruptive noises, with horns, firecrackers and dropped steel girders hysterically every time the cat reached for food and water and more devastatingly when he climbed into his litter boxes to evacuate.
Max Foster on CNN implied all the abusive behavior was intended to imply that ***the press was ready to come out*** I felt a surge of revulsion and disgust at this simplistic explanation.
The building louts had also taken to bawling Aadmi ko bulao, Aadmi ko bulao, whatever the heck that means.
One day before my poor cat died, he had totally gone off all the foods we had at hand, including 2 brands we hastily acquired through help from my cousin and her driver.
We thought about where to obtain little dainties like salmon and sardines to tempt him into resuming his feeds, and finally went to the club. Some little shrieker is shrieking downstairs and a few sentences ago, there was intrusive car door banging. The kids at the back are still making what I believe are punctuative sounds, but are less hysterical and ferocious than they have been for much of the past 18 months.
Others also implied that assaults on my cat were a combination of friendly as well as hostile fire. But it disgusted me no end.
The entire gesture of a press person showing they are ready to get out of their chairs disgusts me, and Melinda Crane had done it and I got very angry.
I still dont know why their getting out of their chair means violent disruption and disgusting noises to me.
I had gone to the club with my Dad to get some dainties for my cat and either Darshini David or a clone of hers was apparently there.
I did not notice them at the time and even later am not clear what the heck was supposed to happen.
They have gone back to their punctuative rhythmic banging and hysterical noises at various activities.
Yesterday the louts showed up to point their paunches north, then to hold their arms behind their head, then to hold their nose, and when I mocked them under my breath, to show up and stick their ugly hands deep into their ugly buttocks.
On Saturday, when my Dad and sister went to the club as they do mostly each week, I was preparing for a nice calm evening in front of the TV, but apparently the louts and the building security had other plans.
They made a noisy pass with the doorbell, which thankfully, I did not open but called out who is it, and someone with an insulting tone said is it flat no 3, and when I said no, said cheekily SORRY.
This kind of proxy sorry of calling up or ringing the doorbell and pretending it is an error, or stupid people doing the arm fold crap is even more disgusting and creepy than the obnoxious behavior to start with.
A few minutes later the security guard Mohd Nasr started calling Ma ji, Ma Ji, as if after 18 months of abuse, he had suddenly developed a filial relationship and I realized this was to be another disruptive evening and lost it, I had my period and was sick of their disgusting intrusions all day. I called out without going to the window, Shut up, Shut up.
Later when I looked out the window, a greyish SUV was waiting with a moustached man staring up insolently. I have had many disgusting encounters with people with facial hair believing it entitles them to disgusting and obnoxious behavior. As I looked out I said, you have something for me, go on and bring it up and said bring me a check of ***50 lakhs***
A young pair of jean clad legs opened the back door but did not come out, then closed it again and the moustached man shut the door.
Later that evening on DW, Ben Fajzullin turned his head to the side and his partner, either Peter Craven or Terry Martin looked shook up and Stephan Kloss on the radio, who i couldnt see, but reporting from Pakistan also took a sharp intake of breath.
I dont know what all this resumption of banging means, a car door just banged, but the future looks very bleak, if people feel obligated to be tied to obnoxiousness and violent disruptive behavior.
That's all I can say, I dont have a clue what is ostensibly required, to me it is assaultive and violently intrusive and disruptive.
That's all
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
So apparently the vicious drivers in the Building are now targetting my sister, this time the German consul's car
I only found out today when I noticed a word document on her computer, from which I work, that the German consul's driver had driven savagely close to her when she was down in the basement, where she goes to feed strays and building pets.
I had forgotten the German consul lived in this building, we had some Germans several years ago when I was young but this was the first time I realized they are still a constant presence and apparently afficionados of the same kind of disgusting creepy behavior that I have been targetted with ever since Spring of 2006, and escalating in the Fall of 2006, massively escalating after the election in which George Bush met his watershed, around which I would have about 10-15 drivers calling out lewdly and insulting, commenting on my period, making sound effects when I went to the bathroom etc.
Plus their hysterical harassment everytime I touched a key board.
My computer was also busted about 5 times, with Press people acting giggly and proud, as if they had done a fine thing.
The Indian newspaper tycoon who runs several newspapers and tv channel has been horrendous and insulting, with her family, hired goons and drivers intruding on my hearing and space, showing up at night to slam car doors if I turn over in my sleep or move my legs, which they believe is connected to my vaginal yearnings, and they feel entitled to come and slam doors apparently demanding that I talk about it.
Her drivers also frequently make harassive assaults on me with their vehicles.
The nasty woman who lives upstairs, Mrs. Prabhu, has a son who sucks Al Walid Butt in Citibank apparently in London, and had some foul Muslim workers all of Fall last year, when they kept up a nasty drilling if I lay down in the afternoon, followed me to the bathroom whichever of 3 bathrooms I selected and set up nasty sound effects while I was bathing or using the potty.
Today the banging sound restarted, in a punctuative way, apparently directed at me doing white dishes, which are the dishes we happen to have.
The creepy female Gurumurthy or something on BBC apparently has some connection with the mad Prabhu female, who despite this resumption of hostile banging last week tried to position herself as a friend and well wisher and stood ostentatiously in the archway where we can be dropped off and ostentatiously and flamboyantly pantomimed moving a girl out of the way of the car, as if all her disgusting noise assaults and her son connected with the hysterical Al Walid of citibank were all intended for my well being.
The ***girl*** she ostentatiously and pseudo solicitously moved out of the way appeared to be similar to Shobha Kewalramani, who grew up in this building and as kids was part of a group we all played in, playing volleyball at the backyard and attending various building events together. I have lost touch with her, but her balding brother Suresh and his driver made a vicious car assault on me November 14 of last year.
I had writted down posts regarding penises of General George Joulwan, Michael Gordon of the NYT and Jesse Jackson and Dick Meyer, and I had written them crouching miserably on my sofa to avoid the raucous hysterical crowd chorus that was constantly mocking and abusing me all day, I wrote it on my pda, which immediately brought shrieks and rebuttals from the hysterical security, demanding to know, Kya Hua, Kya hey, what is it, and then in defiance a day or so later, I made sure to write it on my blog MinnieB9.
But on November 14, when I was headed to the club for what I hoped would be (it wasnt) just a pleasant uneventful evening with cousins from the usa, Suresh and his driver made a narrow vicious pass with a mocking glance and ferocious glare at me, and Suresh got out and started pointing and sticking his elbows out.
Later a girl I think was his daugter, about a week later, came down in one of those printed shirts which have tiny designs scattered over them and ostentatiously called out from inside the building to the driver.
I had forgotten the German consul lived in this building, we had some Germans several years ago when I was young but this was the first time I realized they are still a constant presence and apparently afficionados of the same kind of disgusting creepy behavior that I have been targetted with ever since Spring of 2006, and escalating in the Fall of 2006, massively escalating after the election in which George Bush met his watershed, around which I would have about 10-15 drivers calling out lewdly and insulting, commenting on my period, making sound effects when I went to the bathroom etc.
Plus their hysterical harassment everytime I touched a key board.
My computer was also busted about 5 times, with Press people acting giggly and proud, as if they had done a fine thing.
The Indian newspaper tycoon who runs several newspapers and tv channel has been horrendous and insulting, with her family, hired goons and drivers intruding on my hearing and space, showing up at night to slam car doors if I turn over in my sleep or move my legs, which they believe is connected to my vaginal yearnings, and they feel entitled to come and slam doors apparently demanding that I talk about it.
Her drivers also frequently make harassive assaults on me with their vehicles.
The nasty woman who lives upstairs, Mrs. Prabhu, has a son who sucks Al Walid Butt in Citibank apparently in London, and had some foul Muslim workers all of Fall last year, when they kept up a nasty drilling if I lay down in the afternoon, followed me to the bathroom whichever of 3 bathrooms I selected and set up nasty sound effects while I was bathing or using the potty.
Today the banging sound restarted, in a punctuative way, apparently directed at me doing white dishes, which are the dishes we happen to have.
The creepy female Gurumurthy or something on BBC apparently has some connection with the mad Prabhu female, who despite this resumption of hostile banging last week tried to position herself as a friend and well wisher and stood ostentatiously in the archway where we can be dropped off and ostentatiously and flamboyantly pantomimed moving a girl out of the way of the car, as if all her disgusting noise assaults and her son connected with the hysterical Al Walid of citibank were all intended for my well being.
The ***girl*** she ostentatiously and pseudo solicitously moved out of the way appeared to be similar to Shobha Kewalramani, who grew up in this building and as kids was part of a group we all played in, playing volleyball at the backyard and attending various building events together. I have lost touch with her, but her balding brother Suresh and his driver made a vicious car assault on me November 14 of last year.
I had writted down posts regarding penises of General George Joulwan, Michael Gordon of the NYT and Jesse Jackson and Dick Meyer, and I had written them crouching miserably on my sofa to avoid the raucous hysterical crowd chorus that was constantly mocking and abusing me all day, I wrote it on my pda, which immediately brought shrieks and rebuttals from the hysterical security, demanding to know, Kya Hua, Kya hey, what is it, and then in defiance a day or so later, I made sure to write it on my blog MinnieB9.
But on November 14, when I was headed to the club for what I hoped would be (it wasnt) just a pleasant uneventful evening with cousins from the usa, Suresh and his driver made a narrow vicious pass with a mocking glance and ferocious glare at me, and Suresh got out and started pointing and sticking his elbows out.
Later a girl I think was his daugter, about a week later, came down in one of those printed shirts which have tiny designs scattered over them and ostentatiously called out from inside the building to the driver.
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