turning green, being broke, targeted and Peckham folk

being always skint lends itself to being successfully targeted by the state and state police here in London, England. Living on state benefits of income support and carers allowance and in a non detached property makes it easier to receive daily and nightly harassment from strangers able to track me as well as from neighbours inducted into the evil that is this targeting programme... and such sicko neighbours are willing to sacrifice their humanity for possibly short term rewards and inducements.
I've been surreptitiously targeted since 2009. I'm hunted, covertly spied on and the police are the likely suspects for my spreading pariah status. In this video my bike - and not through sabotage but neglect - almost causes a personal catastrophe as I rode towards Charlton in south east London yesterday. I also receive a small gift of ten Irn-Bru pens in my mail box and a new word is directed towards me when I'm riding my bike around Peckham or beyond SE15. It's not the usual abusive words regularly aimed at my ears but a distinctly odd one because that word is Hulk!
I'm small in many ways: brain, stature, height, penis.... need I say more, so why do I often hear this new word targeted at me from strangers? One possible reason is the colour of the Hulk character. Are locals and strangers and my harassers implying I'm naïve? Do they know more than my leper reputation which by their collective silence helps the police and keeps this global targeting programme from being exposed. Their silence is stupid beyond reason.
In the same way I'm baffled and truly gobsmacked millions of healthy people are subjecting their bodies to an unnecessary and possibly suspect inoculation, the silence from Peckham's population about what they know of me - however horrific or humiliating it might be for me - plays into the hands of a deeply corrupt system