content: Happy Hour Apple Bees (Targeted Individual) Today I write to you guys with a heavy heart, my life has been destroyed. Everyday is a new day of torture, a new day of pain. What have I done to deserve this? I ask myself that everyday… I know that most of you won’t believe and think I’m just crazy, but for those who read further please know I’m not crazy, 100% sane and smart. I took one of those on-line IQ tests and scored 130+, putting me in the top 10 percentile. They target and go after the geniuses whom’st are the biggest threat, since people like me are able to bring about real change through intellectual discussion. I’m no stranger to this abuse, gang-stalking/targeted individual, whatever you want to call it but this time they took it to far. They ruined one of my only momentary escapes from this hellhole that we collectively call reality. For those that don’t know, Gangstalking is when the government pays actors who look just like ordinary people to follow and harass you as you go about your day, they do this to demoralize and break down the awakened ones. I even found out my girlfriend of 4+ years was a CIA nigger, I almost ran her over with my car out of anger and betrayal. Luckily, for her, I have a very strong spirit or I would have killed that bitch…anyways this story is about how I can never go back to Applebees Bar & Grill, how I got banned for life. One of my favorite past times, my favorite restaurant to take my dates to. I’d feel like a real big boss by telling my dates to order anything they want off the half-priced happy hour menu. Not to cause ennui in you, I’ll get right into it. To keep this authentic as possible, I’m going to activate my 3rd and 5th Chakra to put myself in a trance to re-live the experience and type everything out as it comes in.  RRRaammmmm. LLLaammmmm. RRraammm. LLlaammm… As I walk into Apple Bees, within seconds I’m quickly greeted by a hostess. She’s a mexibeaner, darkish skin, sharp(ie) eyebrows, and about 20 pounds overweight. 3/10. She asks me to follow her “right this way” in such a glib way. For those of you not in the know, this is a big red flag, the CIA MK ULTRA program uses commands like that to take away your free will and prep you for mind control. I tell her calmy “don’t tell me what to do”. She giggles as if I’m joking, and ushers me with her hand to follow. She’s doubling-down by both verbal and physical conditioning, my mind is mine and mine alone. I smirk and stick my hand out without saying anything and give her the stop sign. I then swing my right index finger left to right and verbally assert “no”. I quietly stand their and scan the room. 1…2…3…4… 2 cia-niggers sitting at the bar and 3 globe-heads at the far back right of the room wearing NASA shirts. All of them pretending to have normal conversations. I take a deep breath and whisper “I will not be subverted” 3 times. I glance at the mexibeaner’s name tag and tell ‘Jasmine’ that I’m now ready to be escorted. You always have to be aware of your surroundings, and you must always stay grounded in your reality. I am escorted by her to a table where she asks me to “sit down” (another conditioning command). It’s all so tiresome. The table already has a glass of ice water on it. Hmmm, big red flag. Jasmine didn’t even ask if I wanted water, yet…there is water in front of me? I regain control of the situation by telling her I want the table across from this one, she nervously says “sure okay no problem” and brings everything over, including the ice water (we’ll get to that soon). Before I sit down, I tell her first I need to check for bugs, she retorts “oh I just cleaned this table before you came in”. I burst out laughing, holy fuck, sooo fucking dumb. I smile and give Jasmine a condescending thanks. When she leaves, I open the “RIDF chip detector” app on my phone and sweep the table for any recording/listening devices. All clear. When Jasmine returns to take my order and asks if I’m ready yet, I tell her we have a problem. A big problem and a big red flag. Remember the ice water that was already the table? “I don’t want ice water but regular water” I tell her. She tries to be snarky with me and says “all the ice has already melted see?”. Yeah, stupid bitch, that’s the problem. Drugs can be frozen in ice-cubes, then melted in someones drink. Remembering to hide my power-level in public, I tell her that “I don’t want water from melted-ice I want regular tap water please”. She apologizes, runs off and comes right back with “regular water”. I thank her kindly for the trouble, and as soon as she walks away I pull out my PH strips and dab it in the water and count to 30…yup, just as I thought, deep dark purple. I snap my fingers “uh, jasmin!” I shout and wave her back. She turns around mid stride, almost, getting away with the crime. “Yes? Are you ready to order?” she asks. “Did you know that there is fluoride in the water you brought me?” I ask politely. “Fluoride?” she puzzled asks. “Yeah you know fluoride, ‘C-a-F-squared’ the drug that lowers IQ and causes cancer.” I assert. Jasmine has the stupidest face right now, the CIA aren’t hiring the best. “No, I didn’t put fluoride into your water” she says. “Well who did then?” I demand. “I don’t know, it just comes like that” Jasmine says. “Water doesn’t just come with fluoride, its added into the water, not by magic but by man!” I shout. She stands their like a deer caught in headlights, probably waiting for her handler to whisper something into her ear piece, which I assume she is wearing since her ears are completely covered by her hair. Okay fine, play dumb, whatever. Oh fucking great, now the whole “gang” is looking my way, did I blow my cover? Fuck, this always happens to me, why must I be tested and pushed constantly? I regain my composure, take a deep breath and exhale. I tell jasmine “I’m sorry, I over reacted, you just caused me such a great deal of umbrage.”. She says “That’s okay, it happens to me too sometimes, whats umbrage though?”. I grit teeth, “I get that you’re a foreigner and English isn’t your native tongue, but when working in America we spe…”I stop myself before saying anymore, I just say “sorry” and I non-sequitur order my favorite foods. “I’ll take an order of: Asian chili wings, steak quesadilla, mozzarella sticks, and cheeseburger sliders” INB4 fatass, keep in mind I’m on a strict 6 year bulking regime. This part gets really emotional for me and where everything turns to shit. I’m going to switch chakras to better handle the experience. Continued In Comments