After spending the last several months in low income / Section 8 housing in Bloomington, TX (an unincorporated town just outside of Victoria, TX), claiming that she needed to flee from the gangstalking and unjust bans from various establishments in Pensacola, FL, she has decided to return to Pensacola.
In Pensacola she did not have any housing apart from temporary stays in motel rooms from donations she received from her pity party audience. The rest of the time was on the street. Regardless of what I think about her personally and her behavior, I’m happy that she found a place to stay.
I would say that while Bloomington is obviously a very boring town compared to Pensacola, it was great that she had a roof over her head and the decreased amount of social interaction was to her benefit as it meant less episodes where she got into trouble with other people. (There were incidents in Bloomington caused by her paranoia, but they appear to have been fewer and far between as compared with Pensacola).
She is back in Pensacola in what appears to be a low-income housing community. Again, it’s great that she has found a place, but it’s not going well. The density of people appears to be higher, which means she’ll run into other people more often and hear their music and conversations more, to her detriment and annoyance.
As far as Bryan Tew goes, there isn’t a whole lot to talk about. His Toyota is supposedly infested with bed bugs. Any new juicy Tew Tidbits will go into the comments.
This video is kind of a goldmine, highlight at 14:00, she’s whining about Stefan Adams giving Candy a taste of her own slanderous medicine and then she implies that the Whitney Hotel (which has been around since 2000, and it was named after the Whitney Bank which occupied the building starting in 1929) is called the Whitney Hotel just to remind her of Whitney from Pensacola.
She also complains at 4:25 about Reginelli’s Pizzeria not hiring her several years ago. I find their decision not to hire Candy perplexing given her impeccable hygiene and customer-friendly demeanor.
She must be digging through my old YouTube community posts. I called her a sex worker some months ago when she was going on her “Stefan Adams is a sex trafficker” tirade and I haven’t since then. But yeah, she dishes it out but can’t take it.
Does Candy even realize that, the richer people are, the more likely they are to make purchases via plastic or app and, therefore, the less likely they are to have cash, and therefore change, on them these days?
If I absolutely had to panhandle, I wouldn’t have a phone out because many people will just assume I’m faking poverty because of the “can’t afford food but can afford a mobile data plan?” assumption (whether that’s fair or not).
It is a thing that some beggers have a QR to their money transfer of choice to make it easy for the “no cash” people. I would never think that was a safe option. It sounds really shady, doesn’t it.
I’ve helped people before, asking what they need. One guy standing at a corner by a Walmart and a Wendy’s said he wanted a cup of cocoa, so I went through the line and got him some cocoa, and some nugs. He was thrilled. Then I did my shopping, and got a 6 pack of the thing most asked for of homelessness: SOCKS. I noticed he had boots on, so I got the thick, wooly ones for boots. Wool can be wet without you losing heat. And as I went past him on my way home, I gave him those. He cried. So did I. It was 10 minutes and about $15, and was both needed and wanted. I have only given money to someone who I saw could not count out her coins for a bus fare and the busdriver was motioning like “hurry up,” so I rolled down my window and gave her a few ones and a five. She NEEDED money for the bus. I was glad to help.
Seeing a creature of Candy’s size and demeanor, interrupting people have a conversation, yelling after people, and then hearing the things she says about people who don’t give, I would report her to the nearest business as a nuisance.
She has no sense of self. She thinks she is kind, loving, polite, and a fellow Christian who is in need. The only thing she uses religion for is to put that “a good Christian” would help her. Just like she has done at every chance, she USES Christianity, for whatever she can get, then bashes the people for not giving enough. It’s why my Church doesn’t give money. We pay bills, even mortgages. We give food. We offer mental health help, and employment help. She doesn’t like my Church, and I think most people in my Church would not like her. But they would still give her food and clothing and maybe a night or two in a motel, paid by them, not money. We think you should work hard, be as good at your job as you can be, and save for hard times.
One thing that has always bothered me about getting Candy money for rooms. How many homeless people have enough different programs and points and whatever else to get a discount or even a free night? That’s a lot of motel living right there. For someone who begs as homeless? No, just periods between motel nights, sometime for weeks or even months, then she gets kicked out of the place she is living at, then right back into motel rooms again. She only needs $400 a week, plus food and expenses, but won’t go to a shelter because they TAKE YOUR MONEY? I’m betting they don’t take $400 a week. She’s just greedy.
Yeah, I’ve become reluctant to give money to panhandlers because there are so many scammers out there. Asking them what they NEED is one way to filter out the scammers b/c the scammers only want cash. Those in need actually want the meal or the goods for survival and will happily take it.
You give Candy cash and she uses it to splurge. Not saying it’s wrong to splurge on something nice for yourself once in a while even if you’re poor, but for Candy she’s always splurging esp. when she’s out on the street.
I’m also thinking, if I’m at my lowest like that and the difference between me having a roof over my head and a place to go to the bathroom is having to spend a night at a “masonic shelter”, I’ll take the g—damned “masonic shelter” over pooping myself on the street.
Candy says that it ought to be a “felony crime” to “gangstalk” someone into homelessness.
I definitely think that the person most responsible for Candy leaving her section 8 housing in Pensacola should be placed into an institution of some sort (because she’s incapable of making good decisions about her own housing).
Isn’t that the truth?
And some bleeding heart gave her money for another night in a motel. Because they obviously are either uninformed about Candy or just as batshit crazy in the same way. It is an internet shared delusion after all.
If she keeps harassing these people who have likely spent a lot of money to have a good time in NOLA, because they have a job and have worked hard and saved to take this trip, she will not be allowed in front of the Casinos and other touristy attractions there. No one wants a 300 pound short woman, heaving around two bags, huffing and puffing after them, interrupting their conversations.
And she has already said if someone is rude to her, you better believe she will curse at them, because they are gang-stalking criminals and she is “exposing” them. How she knows this is still unknown, because she sees these people for a second or two before whining at them.
And I have helped out homeless people before, but if someone who was that obese asking for money for food? No. She is not anywhere near to starving, far from it, although she probably does have diet related health issues. Going without food for a day or two would likely be a help.
I buy my own socks so it’s moot anyway but the only problem with wool socks is that some people have wool allergy (or lanolin allergy for people who want to split hairs about wool itself being non-allergenic).
I wish I had known when I was still at school that I had a wool allergy, it would have explained why I kept on getting serious allergy symptoms in the dead of winter (because my mother got me a lot of wool sweaters).
Candy suspects that “Mary” the DoorDash driver is perping her with a fake name because someone else from the housing agency in Pensacola also had the name “Mary”, as though “Mary” isn’t a super-common female name.
Is “name-perping” a new schizophrenic delusion for Candy?
My husband and I laughed about that, too. Ain’t no one named Mary gonna show up in two cities two hundred miles apart in just three days of each other. Because gosh, Mary is the seventh most common woman’s name in the US, with over two million people having it.
Her foster mother and all the other people in Candy’s past were right. She has no sense, of any type. If there is a fact she can look up online, she will not look it up. If there is the same light in two different skies, like there will be tonight, it’s not a known planet, orbiting how it has been known to travel for several hundred years, it’s a drone. She has no monetary sense, no social sense, no common sense, no sense of time, no sense of direction, no sense at all.
And no self-control, but how can she have self-control with all the stuff every person she sees is putting her through? Because everyone she sees, no matter what they are doing, no matter what they are wearing, no matter if they are on foot or in a vehicle, EVERY SINGLE PERSON SHE SEES IS A GANG-STALKER, A CRIMINAL, A HUMAN AND SEX-TRAFFICKER, and even sometimes a pedo. Because Candy is not mentally ill, she is perfectly normal, and every one of the health reports to the contrary are just wrong.
Candy, that is called “paranoid, persecutory delusions.” No one is doing anything to you, no one is videoing you, no one is taking your picture, no one is aiming weapons at you, no one even knows you are there until you do something that pisses them off. Then they notice you, and give you looks because they want you to leave them alone, and they realize after looking at you, that you are not quite right, maybe a bit slow, definitely weird, and they don’t want to confront you because you could be dangerous. That is why people move when they are around you. They realize you are crazy and are afraid to trigger you to violence. When you finally are either beat down or worse, from crossing someone who is not as mentally deluded as you, and is also more prone to violence, the police will look at your videos and see why. You are doing dangerous things, with no sense of yourself and no sense of control.
Enjoy NOLO. I believe you won’t be there long. They don’t put up with stuff there. It’s not a safe place to be on the street, and you have no idea how the world sees you. And it’s neither good nor friendly, because you are not either of those. And panhandling in the wrong place might get you in trouble. There are people who consider spaces “theirs,” and will expect you to leave without a problem. So far, you cannot do anything without a problem, and they don’t want yours.
I just read a .pdf about how to tell if you are being gang-stalked, and have come to the determination that I am being gang-stalked.
No kidding, and so is everyone else, because the things that are listed are all common, every day life things that happen randomly to everybody. It’s just that people have read the list, applied it to themselves are gullible enough to think that it is somehow true. And who goes looking for a list like this? People like me, looking for gang-stalking tactics for research, and the people who have been told by someone online that they might be gang-stalked, feeding an existing paranoia and/or delusions.
The first thing I notice is that there is no accreditation. Who wrote this? How were these particular things chosen? What does the person who wrote this do, whether from experience or education, that makes them competent enough to make the list? Does this person believe they are gang-stalked, or was the list compiled to help others? How do they account for the randomness of everyday life?
I was searching for this because of red shirts. Several posts ago, I stated that Candy doesn’t understand that certain words and phrases can mean different things; the example I used was Candy believes someone is saying she does not have permission to write anymore books or blog posts, when what was said was “Candy can’t write,” meaning “Candy is unable to write well.” She does this many times, taking and believing everything only superficially. She also seems to have a mind like a bear trap, in that once she believes something, it will remain with her, despite evidence to the contrary or finding contradiction between things, or just plain ignorance. An example of the first part of that is insisting I am a lesbian and the second, that she is being human and or sex-trafficked.
Here’s from that .pdf file:
“…an overt use of colour in peoples clothing (like everyone you see wearing red)…”
So Candy, who doesn’t understand that “like” also means “a POSSIBLE example,” read that same phrase, and decided that people wearing RED shirts are gang-stalking her. Not just because she sees that color overtly, but that the actual color red is the problem. Then her OCD means that she will automatically find and connect dots that are not really there, and claim, when there is no red clothing around to trigger her, that whatever color she happens to be looking at is a “sign.” Because she saw it on the internet during her “research,” wondering if she is a targeted individual because being challenged and mentally ill is not something she wants applied to her, even though it is something she was diagnosed with as a small child. By people who were educated to identify and treat such things.
With as much as her mental issues have colored her life in the past month, alienating herself from the entire community, invading the privacy of her neighbors, making up stories about people simply by seeing them walking into a unit, and ultimately getting told she could leave voluntarily or be evicted from the only apartment she was able to afford for a very long time, and as much as her choices are a detriment to herself, her living, and her health, I hope that the APS forwards concerns onto similar people in NOLA. She needs help, and is unable to understand that. And she has decided that “standing up to” the gangstalkers is a good idea, so she is still at risk of pissing off the wrong person, only this time it will be on the streets, where they won’t be so easy to identify and find.
Get help, Candy. You are worth more than you let yourself have. There is nothing wrong or shameful about having to take medications to normalize your moods, speaking with a counsellor who will help you understand what is going on with you, and having someone help you make better decisions, possibly in a group home. It will mean you will finally have a chance to be happy. You cannot help the way your are, but you can help the way it affects you. You cannot possibly be happy now, you haven’t been happy in all of the time I’ve followed you, and by your own stories you have never really been happy with your very existence. Your way is not working for you.
I think Candy’s correct about having autism. I don’t think autism is fully responsible for her bizarre belief systems and paranoia about near anyone and anything within visual range but she also shows plenty of signs of being autistic.
That being said, I’m not a psychiatrist or psychologist who can officially diagnose someone with autism. And here’s the dilemma for Candy.
“See a psychiatrist or psychologist and get an official autism diagnosis”
or
“Continue avoiding anything to do with mental health and never get a diagnosis”.
Pick one, you can’t have both.
Amen. In a recent video she actually says:
“…people only want to us use the mental health things you know as for revenge and as a weapon they want to weaponize mental health now I have to realize well oh ain’t nothing mentally wrong with with me after all these years…(sic)?”
So, Candy, who took six years to get a useless degree in Spanish is now smarter about mental health than all the doctors and clinicians who had seen her from the time she was a small child. She is that narcissistic, she knows everything is fine with her, her depression, her anxiety, both things she whines about often, are all just nothing. She’s fine.
Considering she has been getting SSDI for over 20 years for mental illness and challenges, she should just stop the future payments and pay back all the money given under the mistaken reports of her mental illness. It would be the only honest thing to do.
But Candy doesn’t seem to think honesty is something she needs to worry about. She was caught putting things in her pocket in a store. A child knows not to do that. Candy doesn’t, she was the victim of profiling and prejudice, because she is targeted and homeless. No, Candy, you were stopped from shoplifting. You’re getting sloppy. Usually when you do shifty things they are antisocial, but not crimes. Good luck in your future.
She also has built in a reason to beg for extra money, by packing two bags full enough she is having a hard time carrying them, and not a stitch of clothing but what she was wearing. She should know after four years that when she’s on the street, she might have episodes of incontenence, like she has before. Then she can whine and wheedle with her hand out “I need to get some more clothes, because I don’t have anything to wear and I had forced urination last night…” And stupid people will fork it over.
But I am jealous of her, so what do I know? I can change my underwear anytime I want.
An open letter to Candy Grandpre:
Candy, you have spent your entire life being told that you not only have challenges that you cannot help, but also that you have mental illness, for which you should be receiving treatment.
And you want everyone who has seen you, whether on the street begging change, in a rental unit, or online, that you are doing great, you make wonderful decisions, that your behavior is commendable, and you don’t need help with anything but money, to fund your lifestyle of escaping all responsibility for your actions and choices. You don’t need a job, because you have employed yourself to write for a living. No one can tell you anything, no one can question anything you do, and no one can even give you some suggestions or advice. And the people who do comment about you are all wrong, and part of a paid, organized team, who keeps track of your every movement, to annoy you in countless ways, so many that a running list needs done on a computer to keep track, and which only you understand. Not only are we all paid, we are also human and sex traffickers, Satanists, Masons, and homosexuals, something you can discern by the way they merely look at you. In fact you can, of those you meet in person, know what they are thinking, and what they are going to do. And to what end? Why the selling of your precious soul, which is in non-pristine condition, but better than anyone else, because all these people have sold their souls to have anything in life that they have, hard work, skill, and saving their money be damned.
Do I have it right? You are the only one smart enough to connect all these dots into one huge picture of you on the cross, a victim since birth, doomed to roam the world (well, at least the US, because Bryan Tew is the one who got the world) in abject poverty, despite all your efforts to get and keep a job, save your money, and keep yourself healthy, naturally, in the only way God wants us to be.
So now your actions are once again so exemplary that they have ramped things up high enough that you cannot continue to live in the only housing you have been able to afford in YEARS, forced out by the people who purposely wore red clothes, played music you could hear, watched TV, played with children outside (and those children who played outside without adult supervision,) drove a car with a light problem, looked at you funny, and complained about how you took their videos and pounded on their doors to turn down music no one but you could hear? Have I got the latest chapter right? I think so.
And all these people, paid to think about what you are doing and try to stop your soul from reaching perfection before you decide to sell it yourself for some Irish Butter, Wild Alaskan Sockeye Salmon, and barley flour, delivered to the motel you were able to pity beg from someone who knows how great you are, and how well you handle everything that has been put in your path?
And as proof of your splendor, you have a college degree, in Spanish, but cannot speak Spanish, because racism.
And you would be healthy and slim, if only those foods that you need to keep buying and eating were not somehow drugged up to be addictive, and you can’t take the strain of perfection, so sometimes eat as a treat to help calm you in your misery? And must eat at restaurants, because you are not a cannibal and everyone knows that fast-food is cheap because it is the meat from all the blood sacrifices that need to be done to get a car or a house or a job or a family or a life?
Oh, and that there are billions of dollars of engineering and maintenance on drones and satellites to keep track of every move you make, and the weapons to beam down and make your feet vibrate or your temple hurt? And when you are inside you are watched every moment because there are men lusting over seeing you getting naked before a shower, when they are not taking pictures of you huffing and puffing your enormous backside down the street, because, you know, that is what sex traffickers do?
If you could write that into a book, no one would believe it, and it would have to be placed in the “Fantasy” books, because the entire sane world sees you and shudders with a mix of pity and disgust.
THE END
Amen on the C word. That is the lowest of the low things I’ve seen her admit to doing.
Had i been in that meeting, the choice of dropping her lease or eviction would have been changed to just eviction. I know they were trying to be kind, but Candy doesn’t respond to kind, and can be a real C.
Candy is officially back homeless again, which is probably the fault of everyone else except Candy Grandpre.
All she had to do was to get a proper pair of noise-cancelling over-the-ear headphones (those earbuds are obviously not enough) to deal with the music and to stop thinking innocuous things are gangstalker/Freemason/Satanist/human trafficker signals and she’d still have a home.
I am awaiting the announcement that I was the instigator. While I was wondering how and if I could do something, nothing will stop her behavior and she will never admit that. She is the one who trashed her cabin, made herself a nuisance in the new place, alienated her entire community, make videos and comments about strangers, passive-aggressive beg for things, refuse to try to make a good try, blame everyone else for her problems, eat out or get delivery, become exhausted while doing absolutely nothing, say Star Bricker did it….it is her choice to be what she has become.
Yeah, Candy, you are your own worst enemy. You did this by yourself because you have no self control. While I know you tried to reconnect in a vocational program, once it was started and you needed to be reassessed, you would quit. You’ve done it before, and you’ll do it again. You need treatment, and counseling. And someone to help you make better decisions. You got through college, with people keeping you on track. Then you went rogue, and haven’t had a stable life since. You need to change, or what happened here will happen again. Stop wasting your life.
I get the feeling that Candy would rather be homeless than just learn to put up with admittedly somewhat obnoxious neighbors (specifically, the next door neighbor seems to be an obnoxious person; I don’t think that family that was dancing like 100 yards away in a different block was a problem).
If the neighbor’s music is within legally-permittable decibel levels, Candy should’ve just found a way to manage, like with noise-cancelling over the ear headphones, like I said before. Having to wear headphones to find peace is an annoyance, to be sure, but it’s still a lot better than being homeless.
Long video with Candy describing the meeting.
Around 16 minutes in, Candy mentions that Whitney’s brother died in May and Candy says that she told Whitney that Whitney “blood sacrificed” her brother which caused Whitney to leave the room.
Candy Grandpre is being a capital C cunt again.
Wow. Candy’s latest blog should be present in any meeting or discussion about her. She disrespects everyone, neighbors, police, the housing authority….why would they do anything to help her? And the cop even mentioned about working within her limitations. This is usually a doctor’s report, which she will not have. But her inappropriate behavior of late will be noticed. I included a link to both her YouTube channel and her blog when I reported her to Adult Protective Services. Because she makes it a point to not tell anyone but those who are like-minded (aka batshit crazy) and the entire world through her social media presence, it should not be that hard to find the problem. If they do something, it will be protect the rest of the community and get her out of there without first being treated and assessed. Because it is the reason she gets SSDI, her mental health should be treated. She is not getting better, she is getting weirder and more nasty. And her lack of respect for anyone? Not the kind of thing that people will want in their community.
Heck, why call the police if you are just going to turn around and disrespect them, call them names, and show how intolerant and ignorant she really is. They need to know about her paranoid delusions. Without treatment, she will only get worse. And she will piss off the wrong person. It’s happened before in the same community.
In my letter to APS, I pointed out her videos about her neighbors would piss off Mother Theresa. I was thinking about where she would be able to live, and realized that even Trappist monastery no longer is totally silent, there would be bells calling them to prayers, and they, being Catholic, would not pass Candy’s idea of Christian.
But Candy, disrespecting people the way that you do, making up lies and stories about people, calling them childish potty-mouth names, invading their privacy, telling lies about just what your disability actually is, and being an all-round narcississtic total bitch are not Christian ideals, either. If you think you are right, you need to find Jesus all over again.