Both are adequate to describe the possibility of gang stalking reality. For every positive there exists a negative. Not every apparent crazy person truly is. The question at hand is the the percentage.

Me: Explain how the world came into existence
Atheist: Science
Me: Yes I believe in that as well, but its not all an accident
Atheist: WHA?? you believe in science?
(shit, there goes 20 of my arguments)

Feminism dehumanizes men for political gain. Here are some examples from leading feminists in their own words:

"Men who are unjustly accused of rape can sometimes gain from the experience."
Catherine Comin, Vassar College. Assistant Dean of Students.

"Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release."
Germaine Greer.

"All men are rapists and that's all they are."
Marilyn French, Author; (later, advisor to Al Gore's Presidential Campaign.)

"And if the professional rapist is to be separated from the average dominant heterosexual (male), it may be mainly a quantitative difference."
Susan Griffin, Rape: The All-American Crime.

"All men are good for is fucking, and running over with a truck".
Statement made by A University of Maine Feminist Administrator, quoted by Richard Dinsmore, who brought a successful civil suit against the University in the amount of $600,000. Richard had protested the quote; was dismissed thereafter on the grounds of harassment; and responded by bringing suit against the University. 1995 settlement.

"We live, I am trying to say, in an epidemic of male violence against women."
Katha Pollitt.

'To call a man an animal is to flatter him; he's a machine, a walking dildo."
Scum Manifesto. (Valerie Solanas)

"All sex, even consensual sex between a married couple, is an act of violence perpetrated against a woman."
Catherine MacKin...

This is a true story of when I was a scared virgin.

I was in my freshman year of college. I had been the nerd all through highschool. I was highly introverted, yet was insanely lonely. I met a girl in the fourth week of class. Her name was Nicole. Her appearance was of red hair, six feet tall, and relatively lush. I was only five six, and I didn't think that I had a chance with her. Somehow, we began talking in psychology while discussing Freudian psychosexual development. We clicked along well, and I didn't want the class to end. The class ended, and we said goodbye to each other. The next time, she invited me to a sorority party. I lived in a dorm, and detested parties. I accepted her request, although I was uncertain of how to proceede. Anyways, saturday arrived, and I got ready for the party. I put on some underarmor and cologne. I was in loose fitting clothes as I always was for parties. I didn't know the way to the house, so I opened up a self made map of campus. I located the house on the map and set off. Along the way, my tension grew with every step. It wan't the bestial lust of a seasoned womanizer anticipating his next encounter. It was the fear of a student about to take the SAT's. I went onwards, because I didn't want to look like a coward, and because I wanted to prove myself to Nicole. I arrived at the house and asked the chick at the door if Nicole was inside. She said yes, and that Nicole was unusually enthusiastic for tonight. I entered the house and was...