ROGS Blog was deplatformed by WordPress because I named my stalkers

Nearly 100% of all cases of gang stalking are committed by current and former police, military, and intelligence trained persons and groups.I named many of my personal stalkers here, and also documented a series of events and the names of other stalkers here and here too, all of whom had literally “followed”my blog, and many of whom are current and former military, and actual spies, which I traced through their online associations and other methods.

Most curiously, many of them work in human resources too, a linkage that I have not fully explored yet.

Revisiting the “eBay stalkers case“, we must notice that the New York Times has now contradicted itself by acknowledging gang stalking. And, they called that gang “eBays cockroach cult,”too, validating the narrative of targeted individuals who know that gang stalkers are indeed cockroaches.

In that case we see a “bizarre”gang composed of eBay executives, and their security wing comprised of former police,and intelligence agents, and we get a glimpse of how the bizarre activity that online gang stalking is gets even more frightening when it comes offline, and into your home. ROGS Analysis predicts exactly that composition too.

So, ROGS, the blog you are reading, documents those kind of gangs, and with little surprise, my personal gang of stalkers persistently monitored my writing, and demanded that WordPress deplatform my writing. I will discuss that in further posts, but for now, I ask my readers to note that my blog is up and running again, though many of my links that reference my own work have been destroyed, as well as many photos lost, due to WordPress actions.

They literally deplatformed me with zero notice, and I am certain it is because I am critical of the gang stalking perpetrated by current and former FBI/DHS/CIA and especially the toxic Anti Defamation League that I have named and identified herein.

So, in the posts below, outbound links to other content outside my blog still work, but other links are not up and running yet.

As recently as 2/10/2021 this blog was also under attack from various persons and bots who were attempting a log in page attack, as verified by my security software.

This is what gang stalking is, and what I write below is “who, what, when, and why” they do it, whoever your “they”might be. I have named mine, and traced them using ordinary investigative tools, and you too can name, and trace your stalkers, with evidence.

Here are Fifty Free or Cheap Investigative Tools to track gangs of stalkers, and turn your evidence over to others, and there are many more free tools online too.

Read through this website and find out how I “proved” that I was stalked, and named a few cockroaches that did it, and stay tuned.

Politics, paranoia, reporters, and stalking: The curious case of the Esquire magazine reporter being stalked by “farmers ” in white SUVs

Well, I am not winning any (tribal -sectarian )brownie points with Mike Masnick of Techdirt.com these days, who seems to feel (without evidence ) that much of my online performance art is based in non-tribal-sectarian actual conspiracies, because I practice non -biased blogging, and you can view that here,(and here, and here, too ) as I document the Anti Defamation League using Moonshot CVE to target the minds and opinions of those it chooses to “other.”
So, because that media format -TD -is one of the most speech tolerant platforms on the entire internet, despite its army of Israelified ADL accolytes, I wish to once again feed the deplatformers MORE evidence of how actual reporters are stalked in the, “real world ” of investigative journalism in the case of the Esquire reporter and the white SUVs.
For reference, heres my post about the “Whisperette” in a postal truck, and another about a Cadillac Escalade full of hackers from Texas that followed me around Hollywood, CA, and yet another about the Mormon mafia rifling through my vehicle, which became extremely common for me after I wrote this story described here and others before it.
So, without further adieu, the story of the Devin Nunes farm in Iowa, and mystery whisperettes in white SUVs, from Esquire.com-because it fits the tribal-sectarian narrative*:
Devin Nunes’s Family Farm Is Hiding a Politically Explosive Secret
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When I walked in the front door of the mayor’s office, I had noticed a mud-spattered white Yukon parked outside. As I was driving to my next interview, I looked in the rearview mirror and noticed the white Yukon again. I drove aimlessly, crisscrossing streets from one end of town to the other. Everywhere I turned, the white Yukon appeared. I was being followed. When I turned the tables and followed the car back, it raced off. We played cat and mouse like that for more than an hour until I finally got a good glimpse of the driver: It was a middle-aged woman with curly, red hair who had a cell phone stuck to her left ear. The cat-and-mouse game started to feel a little dangerous, so I left town for a couple hours. On my way back into Sibley, the same car passed me on the highway. This time, the chubby man from the Lantern was driving. He smiled and waved.
Or maybe I’d made a mistake. White SUVs are common. Could I really be sure that was the same guy and the same Yukon? A woman was driving the car earlier; now it was a man. It didn’t make sense. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
I had a particularly sensitive interview that afternoon with a source who I knew would be taking a risk by talking to me about immigration and labor at NuStar. When I arrived, we talked for a few minutes before the source’s cell phone suddenly rang. The conversation seemed strained. “Sí, aquí está,” the source said. I learned that on the other end of the phone was a man named Flavio, who worked at NuStar. Somehow Flavio knew exactly where I was and whom I was talking to. He warned my source to end the conversation. Not only was I being followed, but I was also being watched, and my sources were being contacted by NuStar.
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I left and drove to the local grocery store, where I parked in the open, hoping to draw out whoever was tailing me. I suddenly noticed a man in jeans, a work shirt, and a baseball cap pulled down low. He was talking on his cell phone and walking suspiciously. Was he watching me? I held up a camera to take pictures and he darted away. I followed. His car was parked haphazardly on the side of the road half a block away. He got in and took off while I followed. It was a dark Chevrolet Colorado pickup truck—with California license plates. I ran the license-plate number through a database. The car was registered in Tulare, California…..follow this link -connect the dots!