Off to the Shops

I went out early in the morning, got myself some deep fried carbohydrates and a coffee and created this video for the edification of those mentioned. There appeared to be some suspicious activity but nothing conclusive. After a while I went to the Woolies carpark and spent a bit more time online. I was definitively hassled. After about an hour I went into the store.

Multiple gang stalkings. So many people coordinating.

I then went to the pet store. Suspicious behaviour by many people. The clerk asked me for my phone number for my membership. I couldn't remember it. My mind blanked. It took about 20 seconds to recall. I blamed the cashier, said she threw me off, but that wasn't it.

Upon reflection I recall mention of electronic weapons that can cause this effect. Idk.

Just to test the waters I went to another Woolies. Same thing. One woman even walked into the same aisle as a I and mimicked my actions.

So then I made this video.

Such disrespect for the King of Hell. Whatever shall I do?

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