This is what team Clooney considers ‘his business’. Gang stalking is about attacking someone on all aspects of life. Real funny what they did, in the year 2000 already. To be clear, this happened before I ever saw the royal family in Bangkok.
In the year 2000, I worked for Gemini consulting, first on an assignment at Hoogovens in IJmuiden, later on a project at British Steel in the UK. In the UK, I was project manager of a very small project, which was part of a large programme with several colleagues from Gemini consulting.
One week, my colleague mister Edgar S. organized a Pub Quiz as a team event. It was in a nice pub, located in the countryside. I ordered a large salad with brie cheese. It was a nice bowl of mixed salad with in the middle one large piece of brie, the size you normally get at the supermarket. It look good. I didnot know ‘they’ had put maggots (yes the little worms) inside the cheese. The worst part is, I did not even notice them when I took one bite of the cheese. Today, I still remember the taste in my mouth. I spit it out and quickly rinsed my mouth with beer, multiple times, over and over again. Luckily, I had not swallowed anything.
That’s what I was thinking reading the words “They must be so very proud”. While I was rinsing my mouth with beer in front of colleagues, the worms salad was still standing in front of me on the table. So disguisting! Who would do such a thing!
Looking back, I remember how Edgar sat opposite me and asked just odd questions the whole evening. First, when I ordered, he insisted on me ordering meat, while I was considering the amazing salads they offered. Second, when I was served the salad, Edgar asked me several times if I thought the salad looked good. As the little creatures were locked inside the cheese, I did not notice anything. I just remember how he again asked me, if I was sure the salad was good enough, when I was about to take a bite of the cheese. During dinner, they all stated they were so surprised I had not noticed the little animals. And someone said it was impossible to have these little worms in cheese anyway (raw meat yes, but cheese never!). They were all in on it. My colleagues just never expected me to actually have a bite before noticing it. Imagine. The horror. All the time, secret agents must have been sitting at the bar, studying how I would cope with the situation. I passed the test, unfortunately.
“They must be so very proud” to quote a certain person.