Today Mossad Got Me

I always try to avoid having a fixed routine, because I know Mossad would take advantage to terrorise me. However, sometimes it is extremely difficult to avoid a pattern, especially when you have kids.

So, today I picked my child from school. Child insists on a specific food item from a specific fast food chain. I drove to the nearest drive-thru take away, a place I go to frequently, mostly after picking up child from school.

A car was parked right next to the drive-thru. When my car approached, the parked car started and drove ahead of me to the food ordering window.

Wha transpired next left me in no doubt that they had planned their plot perfectly, and had been waiting for me.

Unfortunately for me, there was no car behind me, because if there was, their plot may have failed.

The plot involved the girl at the cashier, the driver of car in front of me, and a man who appeared to be the fast food restaurant manager.

The car in front was being driven by a lady. She gave her order, then drove to the cashier window. I then drove forward and gave my order. Then I headed to the cashier window.

But the car in front was still at he cashier’s, the driver apparently searching for her credit card.

So, I waited. And waited. And waited.

The car in front was still at the cashier’s. The cashier was talking on her phone excitedly. I hit my horn. Cashier looked at me and continued talking on the phone.

Lady in front also continued to pretend to be searching for her card. They were actually laughing…

Unbelievable.

I knew then it was all a plot. By Mossad.

Normally, if there was a problem, a customer is advised to go park at the waiting bay, to avoid inconveniencing other customers.

Unfortunately for me, there was no car behind me. So they had nothing to worry about. It was their lucky day.

And when the car in front drove forward, and I approached the cashier’s, there was the cashier (a girl) and a young guy, who I assumed to be the manager. Their behaviour told me they were proud of inconveniencing me.

I gave them a piece of my mind.

Mossad likes these kind of plots where it is impossible to prove their culpability. For instance, they could claim the eftpos broke down…

Obviously, I can never go to that fast food place. Today, Mossad won.

I believe they had planned that, they would delay me as long as it takes for me to lose my temper. If it took a whole hour, so be it. They didn’t even attempt to hide the fact that they were delaying me deliberately.

They were proud of what they were doing.

Mossadd’s Objective

What is Mossad’s objectives in planning such a plot against me?

1. They know I will get very upset. An upset person can make other mistakes e.g. not be careful when driving.

After I paid at the cashier, they brought me my order, and the car in front was still blocking the way, at the next window. The only way for me to exit was to reverse, and probably hit the car behind me (by this time, a car had come to the ordering window behind me).

Anyway, I reversed a bit, and climbed over the kerb (very rough drive), since that was the only way to exit. Finally, I managed to exit.

2. Hope springs eternal. They would also hope that I could become too upset, get out of the car, and do something that I would regret later.

That didn’t happen, but they cannot stop hoping that it might happen.

Breaking Routines

This is not the first time Mossad has plotted to have me be delayed deliberately at a store or fast food joint, or some other business. However, today’s is their most successful plot.

Many of their similar plots have not been as successful. For instance, if they are using only Unknowing Associates (and here), the Unknowing Associates may not extend the delay as happened today.

Furthermore, if, say, the manager is not part of the plot, and he notices someone staying so long at the cashier, he would get involved and tell the person to drive on, to be served at the waiting bay.

Today’s plot became very successful for Mossad because the fast food/drive-thru manager is a Robot (and here).

Mossad has been on my case for so long such that I can identify a Mossad Robot, and differentiate between a Mossad Robot and a Mossad Unknowing Associate.

Mossad Unknowing Associates are only motivated by money. They therefore sometimes make silly mistakes, or fail to carry out instructions properly. Robots, on the other hand, are motivated by a belief.

Mossad Robots do their job as if their entire life depends on it.

I know the manager is a Robot because he is the one I exchanged words with, and therefore got to look at him closely, and also study his general mien. I didn’t get a clear look at the cashier, so I don’t know whether she is a Mossad robot or an Unknowing Associate.

As for the lady driver in front, she was in the car, so obviously I didn’t get to look at her closely, so I also don’t know whether she is a Mossad robot or an Unknowing Associate.

However, the way they executed the plot, it is very likely that either one or both the lady driver and the girl cashier is a Mossad Robot.

NOTE: If Mossad Robots are so efficient, and Unknowing Associates not very efficient, why does Mossad then use Unknowing Associates, why not use Robots only?

Because if Mossad only used Robots, it would be too obvious, and eventually it would cause them problems. Therefore, they have to balance, by using Unknowing Associates whenever possible, and hope that they will not mess the plot.

In any case, sometimes the Unknowing Associates execute good plots for Mossad, depending on circumstances.

Crossing the Nullarbor

About 8 years ago, I was driving, minding my own business, when I noticed a car tailgating me. I was worried that if something happened on the road ahead such that I needed to slow down suddenly, the car behind me would definitely force an accident.
Since the speed limit was 70 kph, and I was driving at slightly less than the limit, I figured I could drive off the road, and be able to stop without any major incident. It was a rough stop, but all went well.
About a week later, I was driving on a country road, about 100 kilometres from Melbourne. Suddenly, a car appeared behind me and started tailgating me. The driver had plenty of opportunities to overtake, but he didn’t appear interested in that.
When I slowed down, he would slow down, and when I accelerated, he would accelerate too. All the time remaining very close behind me. I knew the situation was extremely risky, but there was nothing I could do about it.
After about 30 minutes of constant tailgating, we approached a small town, and the speed limit went down to 50 kph. Ahead of me was a T-junction. I signalled and stopped, waiting for traffic to clear.
Just then, the car tailgating me hit my car from behind.
I went out to check the damage. The tailgating car had hit my tow-bar and got stuck. No dent on my car, but our cars were now joined together.
The people in the tailgating car all came out – 4 men, who looked to be in their twenties or early 30s. From the look on their faces, it was clear that is not what they were expecting i.e. to get stuck.
One of the men run to a nearby store and came back with equipment that they used to disentangle their car from mine. Finally, they managed to separate the cars. My tow-bar was still intact, and my car had zero damage. But their car needed some panel beating.
I drove away. That is the last time I have ever had a tailgating incident. I guess they must have realised tailgating can lead to unintended consequences.
All I have experienced on the road have been very many incidents that seemed like a plan to force me to cause an accident. But they have all failed.
“But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one.” 2 Thessalonians 3:3

Crossing the Nullarbor

I have previously explained why Mossad targeted me, and some of the nefarious acts they have committed against me.
In the early days when Mossad started terrorising me, I had no idea who had a problem with me. All I knew was that there were so many bizarre incidents happening, and there was no way that could be said to be normal.
It reached a point that I felt I had to move as far away from my tormentors as possible. That is when I decided to relocate from Melbourne to Perth. However, I didn’t tell anyone I was heading to Perth. I let it be known that I was going to Brisbane briefly, and I would be back.
I even asked my regular mechanic to make sure my car was in excellent condition because I was planning to drive to Brisbane and back.
Brisbane is in Queensland, North-East of Melbourne; while Perth is in Western Australia, to the West of Melbourne.
I made sure my car was fully serviced and in very good condition. On my last day in Melbourne, I filled the petrol tank, and I also carried extra fuel in the boot. I planned to leave early in the morning.
I carried plenty of water that could last me up to 2 weeks if I got lost or my car broke down in the Nullarbor. In addition, I carried some food, so that I wouldn’t have to stop to buy food on the first day of my journey.
I carried enough cash to last me at least a month, so I wouldn’t have to use my credit card for several weeks.
On the morning of the trip, I switched off my phone and laptop, removed the batteries from both, and also removed the phone’s sim card.
My plan was that, unless someone had installed a tracking device on my car, they wouldn’t be able to track me electronically, for a few weeks.
I also knew that, if someone was following me, they would have a disadvantage, because they would not have expected me to drive for 500+ Kilometres without stopping. I figured that anyone following me might need to either refuel, or have a bathroom break, and would thus lose me in the process.
By evening on the day I left Melbourne, I was already in South Australia, past Adelaide.
That first evening, I was surprised to learn that there were many strangers back in Melbourne desperately looking for me, using all manner of excuses to try to find out where I was. That meant that they didn’t have a tracking device on my car.
I could therefore enjoy my drive across the Nullarbor, since I wasn’t being followed nor tracked by anyone.
Four days after I left Melbourne, I was driving along the Great Eastern Highway heading towards Perth. When I was about 300 KM from Perth, I saw a car stopped on the side of the road, facing the opposite direction.
After I passed it, I saw on my rear-view mirror the car make a U-turn, and also headed towards Perth. I don’t know why, but instinct told me to exit the highway at first opportunity.
I knew the car that had made a U-turn couldn’t see me make the exit since it was far behind. The speed limit was 110 KPH, so it would have taken the driver some time to catch up – that is, if he was after me.
Just a precautionary measure.
Anyway, I drove on country roads for about 2 hours before stopping. I was lost. And I couldn’t risk switching on my electronic devices to find out where I was. The only option was to continue driving until I found a deli, petrol station, or some other business, where I would use some excuse to find out where I was.
That is what I did.
I drove around that region of Southern Western Australia for 2 days. Finally, I was ready to head to Perth, at night, approaching the city from the South.
I figured that, if Mossad suspected I had headed to Perth, and had their people looking for my car, they would probably expect me to approach the city from the East.
Mossad only found me in Perth when I switched on my electronic devices. I was already settled, and didn’t need to hide anymore.