There's a certain kind of high-functioning crazy that a lot of folks don't realize is walking among us.
The slightly smelly guy at work who doesn't socialize very well and seems a little obsessed with conspiracy theories; the neighbor who watches everyone stroll past on the sidewalk intently through the blinds and woe betide the dogwalker whose pooch strays onto the sacred greensward; the lady who glares at you and scribbles furiously in a notebook when you have the gall to park in a spot she was considering parking in herself.
Maybe these people are just cranky misanthropes like me; maybe the lady is making notes so that she can get home and make fun of you on her blog...
...or maybe they're bugnuts crazy.
Thanks to the internet, it's easy to get a look into the private worlds of people who, er, shall we say, experience reality a little differently than you and I. There's something about a giant virtual whiteboard that makes people want to scrawl graffiti on it (I should know; I spend half my time doing it) and some of that graffiti is just fascinating.
Earlier on this blog we met Texan Geral Sosbee, who is being hounded by the countless minions of the EffaBeeEeye.
Now, thanks to a chance comment at Popehat, I know how they're doing it: Gangstalking.
That's right. It turns out that this is a plan well-developed by governments around the world. That interviewer who didn't hire you? The cashier who rudely laughed at your attempt at conversation? The landlord who informed you that, due to some stupid technicality in the lease, you were being evicted? The guy who cut you off in traffic? They're all part of a systematic government plot to break your will and drive you crazy.
Wow. Just wow.