Wanderings

It's too quiet...

2010-05-25T08:47:00.000-07:00

They backed off the heavy electronic attacks a few weeks ago, so I am expecting them to recommence at any time.

This has been the pattern for years. Attack me intensely for two or three weeks and then back off for a couple of months.

All I can do is wait and see. One might think they would have their revenge by now, since this has been going on in one form or another since 1982.

But if you are a targeting victim, you're in for life. Make no mistake about it.

I know others who have been in this program since they were children. The stories are too disconcerting to relate here. Suffice it to say that pedophilia and "white slavery" are heavily involved.

What we have here are a group of psychiatrists and government torturers attacking people, average American citizens, more women than men, attempting to isolate and impoverish targets while slowly disabling and eventually killing us with electronic weapons, conducting experiments, psychological operations and physical harassment, simply because they can.

These people are the manifestation of pure evil on the face of the planet. If there is a hell, there is a special corner reserved for these psychotic, sadistic freaks. The sooner they get there, the better.

2010-05-10T14:26:00.000-07:00

Now, the fascist/crypto-Muslim Obama wants to control the Internet. If we sit on our asses and don't fight this usurpation of free speech, it very well may happen.

There is a battle afoot for the soul of America. Obama is the front man for those who would convert this country into another failed third world state.

Be careful where you get your information. Obama is a clear and present danger the continued security of the United States. Vote his lackeys out in November.

2010-05-10T12:08:00.000-07:00

They've really backed off the last couple of weeks, but this is the usual pattern.

Attack mercilessly for a week. Then back off for a while to prevent habituation.

So I expect an attack at any time.

Have you noticed what is going on around the country? The left is getting more and more desperate as average American citizens get off their couches and hit the streets.

States are beginning to rebel against the totalitarians in the congress and the white house. Obama is going to get his ass handed to him in November.

Vote all the corrupt bastards out! The entire government is a continuing criminal enterprise.

Invest in gold and ammunition. You will very likely need both.

Don't Tread On Me!!

Under constant psychotronic attack...

2010-04-17T22:50:00.001-07:00

It's really been cranked up hard for the last three nights.

It's 1:50 AM, April 18, 2010. I was just awakened after going to bed at midnight. I could feel substantial pressure on the palate, as if I were wearing my partial, which I don't in my sleep. My teeth felt as if they were growing, if that is possible to feel.

My head felt like it was swelling, pressure trying to escape literally through the entirety of my skull. I felt as if my brain would extrude through my ears.

This is the third night in a row. Last night was really bad. Agony. The identical symptoms, but worse. They are trying to kill me, slowly and inexorably, through torture. And, they're likely succeeding.

I have mentioned in the past the measures I have taken to drive off the stalkers. I am very rarely stalked any longer. Now, the harassment is almost exclusively electronic. I'm a fucking hamster in a cage. These scum, these pedophiles, these psychopaths, are brutally and continuously attacking a half deaf, substantially disabled, half blind 67 year old man. They are scum.

I have been actively fighting them since around 1998, when the gang stalking really got underway in earnest. The electronic attacks started sometime around 2002. As the stalking has dropped off, the electronic attacks have increased in intensity and frequency.

It's all about sleep deprivation. They often allow me less than two hours sleep per night. I'll stay awake for 12 to 24 hours, and then fall, exhausted, back into bed, only to be reawakened in two, maybe four hours. The cycle repeats itself until they have me glassy eyed. Then, they'll stop and allow me six or eight hours of sleep to prevent habituation. And off we go again.

I don't have to repeat the old mantra about not being believed by any friends I still have left. They have driven all of my fair weather friends away, but, at 67, if a man can number his real friends on three fingers of either hand, he is lucky.

So all I can do is fight. And write about it, which, as usual, I have neglected these past six weeks.

I still leave the house every day armed to the teeth, hunting stalkers. I will kill anyone who stalks me, as per Florida law, when I feel that my life or personal safety is endangered. They aren't stupid. Well, some of them are, but they have realized during the last two or three years that to stalk me is to die.

I will never quit, never roll up into a foetal position, weeping and pleading. It would do no good, and would amuse them immensely, I imagine.

I don't fear death and they do. And I do not give a fuck. Dangerous combination to a stalker, now, isn't it?

Privacy invasion again...

2010-03-01T08:32:00.000-08:00

Why am I not surprised? The scumbag that periodically invades my bedroom while I'm sleeping did it again last night. He has this thing about turning on my right hearing aid. Don't know why. Probably makes his little dick hard, goofing around on me like that. No matter where I hide the hearing aids, he manages to get his filthy hands on them and turns the right one on. I guess this is supposed to be another psy op. It's a dismal failure, because the right battery outlasts the left battery by a substantial margin, and the VA gives me all the batteries I can ever use, anyway, plus some spares.

He also stole a round of .375 H&H ammo from a box I left on the bedside table. One round. He's into stealing one round of ammo from various boxes scattered around the house. Been doing it for years. What a fucking clown! It's funny. I either buy more or make more, according to the caliber. I have a ton of .375 and .458 and a bunch of pistol ammo, too. One of these days, I'm gonna get off my lazy ass and load up all the bullets I have in various boxes. I don't shoot pistols much anymore, anyway. Lost interest when my shooting buddies started spending big bucks on target guns to play the silly game, Lawn Steel, that we've been playing for several years.

I love to shoot it, but I can't compete with millionaires and I'm not in the business of contributing nickels to Bill Coe or Roger Allen because I'm shooting all I can afford to shoot and they're shooting $3000.00 handguns. All the fun has gone out of it. If Coe can't outshoot me on an equal basis, he buys something more accurate than I have and beats me that way. Talk about a fragile ego...he's just that way. A little guy who has to beat the big guys. He's always been that way, so to hell with Lawn Steel. It was fun while it lasted.

The range opens again tomorrow and I'm probably going out to shoot my .375 or the carbine. Got the carbine down pat. Zeroed and can shoot tight groups with it at 100 yards from a rest. Now, all I need is a good optical sight. I'm working on that. We'll see...

My new carbine...

2010-02-22T13:39:00.000-08:00

They have me so stoned on RF that I completely forgot to mention my new carbine. I traded my old Colt AR 15 in on a new Bushmaster XM-15 A3. 16" barrel and telescoping stock. Great for vehicle carry. I can manuever it in my truck's cab and use it through either window or the windshield if an emergency arises. It's in the lowly 5.56 mm, which is lousy against vehicles but works well on people out to about 400 yards. Energy bleeds off pretty fast on the little bullet, though. I'd rather have a 6.8. Much improved ballistics over the 5.56, but money talks.

Going to equip it with an ACOG, probably two or three power for targets up close out to 300 yards. That should keep stalkers at a comfortable distance. Also drop in a Timney trigger. That will tighten up the groups a bit. It shoots MOA or slightly less at 100 yards with iron sights. A very handy anti-stalker device. Highly recommended.

Long layoff...

2010-02-22T13:00:00.000-08:00

I am in contact with several other TI's. I am learning a lot about my situation. I am under attack as I write this. Am taking Oxycontin for a badly injured back and shoulder. I was feeling really fine for the past three hours, so I turned up the radio loud and was chatting with another TI on Skype. Suddenly, I started feeling, for want of a better term, stoned, as if I had taken too much Oxycontin. My head feels like a balloon and I am almost drunk with the reaction to the RF directed at me right now. I will struggle through this and post it.

These people give animals a bad name. I am in contact with a victim of the Open Eyes project. She has been cultivated in Monarch, also and has undergone physical abuse in the form of beatings, receiving several broken ribs and a broken leg. This beating was covered up as a car accident.

It is truly amazing what these people are capable of. Torture is their business. They are trying to get even with me, but I will persevere. Fuck 'em. ESAD, scumbags. ESAD!

Fucking CIA. Demonic. If the average American knew what these people are capable of, there would be a violent revolution in this country. There still may be. These secrets will come out. There are a lot of people publishing their experiences and eventually it will become too publicized to hide any longer.

If you do a Google search on Wanderings, my blog doesn't appear, so no one will ever read this stuff. I will post my URL on the FFCHs website for other TI's to read.

A suggestion: read William E. Henley's poem, INVICTUS. I LIVE BY THESE WORDS. IT MAY HELP YOU, ALSO.

They're really going at it...

2010-01-23T11:13:00.000-08:00

Woke up this morning with my head feeling like balloon. Back was hurting so I took an oxy and a gabapentin. The backache and headache are now gone. I have a secret weapon that negates the symptoms generated by the attacks that substantially reduces the after-effects. It worked today as well.

An old friend called me from down under and we spoke of what now may be described as "the old days." Seems like yesterday we were partying in Papua New Guinea.

Live your life to the fullest, because it will fly by like a meteorite streaking across the sky. One day you're 16, wanting to be 21 and the next day, you're 67, wondering how you managed to survive all those incredible risks you took, just for fun. That's not counting the ones you took for profit and to give the Feds the middle-finger salute. It was great!

Nobody cares when I sleep...

2010-01-18T03:26:00.000-08:00

...so I didn't go to bed last night. I'll sleep today. Nothing to do anyway. They'll attack me whether or not I sleep during the day or the night, so what's the difference?

Been on the Net all night talking to friends around the globe.

I miss my buddy who died last week. It'll be my turn soon, but I don't fear death. I just don't want to burden anyone. I'm not a believer in suicide, either. I've been severely depressed a couple of times over the years, but never pulled the trigger. If I were in insurmountable pain, though, I might consider it. I had severe sciatica from August through October and thought about it seriously once, but just took more drugs. Doubled up on my dose once and that saved me. Breakthrough pain.

How about this guy Obama? He's like a new car. When you drive it off the lot, it smells new and it's exciting. A year later, the smell is gone and it's just transportation. That's Obama. Just transportation, and I think the wheels are starting to wobble.

Obama is like a balloon with a pinhole leak. The ultra rich pukes like Soros who picked this turd must be having second thoughts by now. Obama is totally worthless. Of course, all politicians are totally worthless, just some more than others. It tickles me to think about all those stupid blacks who thought Obama was going to pay their mortgages and put free gas in their cars. Wonder what they're thinking of golden boy now? He's the (white) house negro for the ultra rich, doing their bidding and really fucking things up. He is completely out of touch with the American people.

He showed up in Boston last night to support Coakley for Teddy the Turd's senate seat and got heckled. He got it good, too. The dumb fuck didn't know what to do. He just stood there with a stupid grin on his face. This guy is going to make Jimmy Carter look positively brilliant by the time he's through. Bush was no prize, but this guy is an asshole. Wonder what will happen next? Going to be interesting to watch.

They're cranking it up...

2010-01-17T23:07:00.001-08:00

Woke up staggering around this morning. Head felt like a balloon. Vertigo. Foul taste in my mouth. Told you they were taking time off to prevent habituation. Now, the scumbags are back. This will continue for two or three months, maybe less, maybe more, and then they will back off again. They've been doing this for several years and they haven't killed me yet.

Went grocery shopping at Wal Mart today. Not a stalker in sight. I was actively hunting them, too. Wanted to take one down in the peanut butter aisle. That would be fitting, woulnd't it? Punching .45 caliber holes in some asshole and over penetrating into a couple of jars of Jif?

They do stupid things, but they're not stupid. But why should they be? They've had years of practice.

They really hate my guts. Fuck the DEA. Fuck U.S. Customs. Fuck the Coast Guard. All you assholes chased me all over the place and all you came up with was your dicks in your hands. Or cunts, as the case may be. The bitches are worse than the boys, because they're wannabe boys. They wish they had dicks, even pencil dicks like the ones who are attacking me each night.

Fuck 'em. Just give me a shot. One shot, one kill. I spent time at the range today, practicing. Practice, practice, practice. Next week, it's out to the bush for some instinctive shooting. Gotta keep sharp. They're gonna make that mistake one of these days, and I am going to be there. Die, motherfucker. Die!

Attack in progress...

2010-01-16T02:04:00.000-08:00

Woke up this morning with the same old symptoms. Feeling that rotten sensation. Head expanding. A new microwave burn on my right arm. They're getting cranked up again. It's the same old pattern. Here we go again.

Too quiet...

2010-01-13T21:33:00.000-08:00

I expect an attack is imminent. The same pattern is unfolding. Prevention of habituation. They've backed off the electronics. I think I picked up a scumbag lurking me in a shop I was in today, but I couldn't be sure. He really fit one of the profiles, though. I was in too much of a hurry to counter-stalk him. Paid very little attention to him, actually, as I had other priorities.

I lost a friend two days ago. That's had me down a bit. He apparently died of natural causes, but we're waiting on the autopsy results to come back. Two years younger than me. I have lost count of the friends and acquaintances I have lost over the years, most younger than me. I'm currently 67. All things considered and barring a catastrophic illness, I expect to be around for several more years. Most of my ancestors lived to ripe, old ages. It's the genes. My ancestors were tough southern mountain people and they lived into their eighties, even during the 19th century.

Boredom is my enemy. I've done my last safari. My 22 years of traveling to Africa, mainly working there, has ended. Something might change, like I might win the lottery, but that's a sucker bet, a tax on people who are bad at math, so I don't even consider that. Would be nice, though. Who says money can't buy love? Only those who don't have it.

Back to the range tomorrow with some new .458 loads. These should push a 500 grain bullet at 2200 fps. Feeeel the recoil! Maybe 2250. Shit hot. Just think what one of those will do do some scumbag in a pickup truck!! Ka BOOM! SPLAT!!

BTW, I am not urging anyone to arbitrarily go out and shoot stalkers. In Florida, though, the law is very clear. Aggravated stalking is a forcible felony, authorizing the use of deadly force by someone targeted by a stalker. This law has changed my life. Before that law was passed, I was mercilessly stalked. Back in 1999, when the stalking first cranked up, I had no idea what was happening. But once I clued up and the new law was on the books, things have changed for the better. So I look for anyone who might be a stalker. If he or she fits one of the various profiles, I take a closer look. That close look may result in that individual's demise. They know that, so they really keep it low key. No more honey traps. No more street theater. No more scumbag lurking down a dark street behind me. They firmly believe I will shoot them. An I will. Don't stalk me scumbags. Stalk me and die.

The shotgun as an offensive weapon...

2010-01-12T06:54:00.000-08:00

The shotgun makes and excellent defensive weapon at ranges out to about 35 yards. If I have a prowler inside my house, I will go to the shotgun because, by the very nature of the ammunition design, I can get 32 .30 caliber pellets into the target instead of one or two 230 grain .45 pistol bullets. The shotgun's muzzle velocity is around 1000 feet per second, where the .45 is running at about 830 fps with the 230 grain bullet. One may load 180 grain .45's but that is another story. They work really well at a MV of 1000 fps.

Using the shotgun to take out stalkers is very effective, if its limitations are carefully considered.

I carry a 12 gauge SKB semi-auto loaded alternatively with #1 buck, which has a higher sectional density than OO buck and penetrates better, and a one ounce slug. My gun has slug sights and is zeroed for fifty yards, which covers anything out to that range.

The slug will occasionally penetrate car doors and definitely will penetrate a windshield, which will often stop buckshot. The low sectional density of the pellets will often fail to penetrate the windshield's laminated construction, but the slug will punch right through, and what it does to the human body is delightful to contemplate, considering that the human body in question is a stalker.

So the lowly 12 gauge can be set up to take out car or truck stalkers.

The difficulty in penetrating vehicle doors exists because of the various metal devices encapsulated within the door itself. Where a .300 Winchester Magnum loaded with 200 grain Barnes Triple Shocks will usually penetrate the door and kill the occupant, the soft lead shotgun slug will occasionally just mushroom and fail to penetrate after encountering window frames and mechanisms and locking mechanisms.
So if you are shooting at a stalker using a shotgun, it's better to use slugs to penetrate the vehicle's glass and then splatter the target inside. If he has his window open, then a face full of #1 will ruin his day.

Consider, though, that the side windows in vehicles are usually tempered glass, which will shatter with the slightest impact, so buckshot used against a car or truck stalker with his side window rolled up will work. Not only will the coroner be picking lead pellets out of the corpse, but he'll find several glass fragments as well. I would not like to be sitting in a pickup truck glaring at a targeted individual when the individual lets fly with a load of #1. End of story for the stalker.

More useful information from the Stalker Hunter. No charge.

More on rifles and pistols later.

Have a nice, stalker-free day.

Another day...

2010-01-11T13:05:00.000-08:00

Went to bed late and woke up at 1:30 PM. That is one of the luxuries of retirement. And one of its detriments. Nobody cares when you wake up. Nobody cares if you wake up.

I had a low grade headache. Don't know if that was from a nocturnal attack or caffeine withdrawal. I drink a liter of coffee daily. That's a holdover from my flying years, when the crews always drank a lot of coffee to stay awake and stay sharp.

So far, no stalkers.

I went to the range yesterday and fired several dozen rounds, just to stay in tune. Shooting is a frangible skill. If you don't practice, you lose your edge. I will need my edge if I have the opportunity to neutralize a stalker. I like that word. Neutralize. End his hopes and dreams. Cancel his rumba lessons. Punch his ticket. All of the above.

I also loaded up several .458 solids, which will penetrate a pickup truck cab like a knife through yogurt, in case they do the drive-by stalk. I've had that happen. I finally got tired of it and chased the guy down after a 70 mph chase thorugh the neighborhood. Had a chat with the guy. A black smart-ass scumbag who couldn't see the .45 I had pointed at his nappy head because of the reflection on my windshield. His partner had me covered from behind an apartment building, or I would have sent the fucker to have a chat with Martin. That's Martin Luther King. Fuck 'em. I'll take out their pickup trucks and I have just the guns to do it. I live on a cul de sac, so anyone driving down and looping around is under suspicion. A big fat target for a .458 solid. Or solids... This time, I will fire. No talking. Just shooting. My abuse threshold has finally been exceeded.

I have noticed that much of the stalking I have heard about is taking place in gun-unfriendly states, like California, Massachusetts and new York.

I can tell you from experience: if these assholes think you're going to shoot big holes in them, they back off. I highly recommend those who are under attack to move to Florida, if at all possible, get a concealed weapons license and buy a few guns and practice with them constantly. Publicize that you will kill stalkers.(You can do that by talking to the bugs in your house. I talk to them constantly, insulting them to the max.) It has a very positive effect. We don't call Florida the Gun-shine State for nothing.

Have a nice day.

Went to the range...

2010-01-10T17:29:00.000-08:00

Took the .458 with a variety of loads. Tested three 400 grain Swift A Frame loads from the bench through the chrony, but the recoil got to me and I couldn't fire more than fifteen rounds before I had to quit and then shoot it offhand. Shot some max loads and some solids loaded to one grain below max. They proved to be very accurate. The rangemasters took a couple of turns. Excellent shooters. Tom #2 was a bit shaken at first by the light trigger pull, but all my rifles have about two and a half pound triggers. I like it to go bang without waiting.

Now, if a scumbag would raise his ugly head I could blow it off with a 500 grain solid. What a treat that would be!

Let's see if I make it through the night. I expect the electronic harassment to start at any time. They're letting me cool off a bit before they crank it up again. Scumbags all.

Another petty theft...

2010-01-10T08:52:00.000-08:00

Woke up this morning feeling pretty good, which is usually an indication that a scumbag has been in the house while I slept.

Sure enough, when I opened my gun safe to retrieve some optics in order to go the the range and chronograph some new handloads, a box of .458 500 grain Hornady bullets was gone. There were approximately 17 bullets in the box, and the box was sitting on the shelf right in front on top of a box of .375 bullets.

The .458's are gone. I will order two more boxes from Midway when my SS check arrives, along with some powder that turns the .458 Win into a Lott, or almost. 2200fps out of a 500 grain bullet. The Lott offers 2300 at subatantially increased recoil.

Not a problem, but it's just another example of petty theft on behalf of these scumbags.

On Derrick Robinson's website, and among the targeted victim community, these criminals are referred to as "perps", for perpetrators. I prefer the more accurate descriptive term of "scumbags." A used condom still dripping with cream. It fits them. They drip slime wherever they go and they are used like a condom, to protect themselves and others.

More later. I will list the items I remember that have been stolen from me over the years. I have kept a list. Interesting reading, if anyone is reading this besides the scumbags.

Have a nice day...

Thieves, etc...

2010-01-09T20:55:00.000-08:00

The scumbags are thieves. Usually petty thieves, although over the years I have lost various valuable items like a Rolex Submariner, a Civil war-era quilt and my late mother's engagement ring.

Primarily, though, they are petty thieves. They steal small items. Recently, they have stolen some socks. One and a half pair of Ingeneous boot socks, specifically. They like to steal one of a pair of anything. And locks mean nothing to these people. I doubt seriously if there is a lock on the planet they can't penetrate, given sufficient time. They are master burglars.

I handload my own ammunition, and they often steal one bullet from a box of fifty, or one round from a box of loaded ammunition. They also like to steal one round from a box of factory loaded ammunition. I suppose this is calculated to drive me crazy, but their calculations are off. Bullets and ammunition are sold at the store. It's just petty bullshit, and I treat it that way. It often appears that they derive their operational tactics from a college fraternity's handbook of amateurish pranks. Many of them are simply idiots. I mean, after all...they work for the government. Can you think of anything the government does that actually works?

I often wonder if their mothers know they are petty thieves. That's assuming that they know who their mothers are, of course. I think it's a good guess that they were conceived under a slimy rock beside a polluted industrial canal. A gang bang among the lower species, as it were. They give pond scum a good name.

They also like to enter my bedroom at night while I'm asleep and move things around. I had a recent bout with severe sciatica and lost a good bit of weight due to heavy doses of oxycodone. The oxy destroys one's appetite, and I lost fifteen pounds during the siege. A friend of mine loaned me a couple of pair of suspenders,since the weight of my .45 caused my belt to be a bit painful, having it cinched so tight. When I donned my pants this morning, I discovered the left suspender had been taken up three or four inches. This is calculated to scare me because they prowl my house at night unhindered. Fuck 'em. They've been doing it for years. If they wanted me dead, I would have been dead long ago.

Their attacks increase on weekends. Many are likely cops or Feds that have day jobs and have a little fun fucking with me on the weekends. But one day, they will make a mistake. They have made several in the past, and when they do, I will be waiting with the appropriate firearm, and I'm going to derive tremendous pleasure by splattering their brains on the ceiling.

I've never had a problem with killing. I'm pretty good at it, actually. Killing one or two of them will be positively ecstatic.

The electronic harassment has eased up somewhat. But this is normal. This is done in order to prevent habituation. If they zap me too often, I'll get accustomed to it and it will reduce the effect, so they back off for several days, often weeks. Then, bammo! Here it comes again, the radiation leaving burns on my arms and I get that old feeling that my brain is about to extrude through the roof of my mouth.

They also allow me to regain a modicum of sleep pattern regularity. Then the attacks begin again, waking me up at 1:30 AM after I've been asleep for about four hours. This is not as effective as one would suspect, because for over thirty years,or a goodly portion thereof, I flew night freight. I was used to staying awake for over 30hours at a stretch, jumping as many as fourteen time zones in twelve hours, sleeping fitfully at my destination and originating another long flight from point A to point B. I am also a night owl. Since I live alone, I often prowl the Net for hours on a few websites, discussing various topics, and then go to bed with the sun, then going to bed that afternoon after they wake me again after I get three or four hours of sleep in the morning.

I long ago gave up looking for respite, or for people to believe me when I describe these events.

The scumbags derive their program of psychological harassment straight out of the DSM IV, the shrinks' Big Book, that describes symptoms and diagnoses of mental illness. The last person on earth a targeted individual should speak with is a "mental health professional", those white-coated psychos who treat "mental illness" while successfully concealing their own.

For those of you who happen on this blog and are experiencing similar tortures and are questioning your sanity, look no further. You are sane, and you are not alone. I will believe you if you tell me that you are under attack. So will many others. I suggest you Google "Freedom From Covert Harassment and Surveillance". A guy named Derrick Robinson maintains the website and provides links to phone conferences where you can hear many others like you detail their woes. I used to participate in these conference calls, but in the end, it only frustrated me, because most victims are looking for a reason why this is happening to them. There is no reason, in most cases , although whistleblowers are often targeted by corporations in league with the Federal government which is, after all, in charge of running these experiments. It's the 21st Century version of the old CIA MK-ULTRA experiments, but it really got cranked up in the middle 90's under the Clinton administration.

Bill was so busy chasing tail and neutralizing his opponents that he might have been unaware of this program. I doubt it, though. They don't call him Slick Willie for nothing. He was on the take and governor whie the Mena Arkansas thing was underway when Ollie's Airline was running guns to the Contras and hauling cocaine out of Central America. Of that, there is no doubt, and it is documented in a book by Terry Reed entitled COMPROMISED: Clinton, Bush, and the CIA. It's a good read, and the Wall Street Journal gave it a front page review.

I'm an ex smuggler and a former pilot for a CIA cutout company named Southern Air Transport, for which amazingly little documentation exists. Look it up on Wiki and about all you'll find are references to drug running and the fact that SAT was a CIA front.

There is a lot more the the story, of course. SAT was one of the most remarkable airlines to ever exist. Maybe someone will write a book about it, but I doubt it. Most of us are getting old and memories fade. Many have gone west. Southern most likely did run a lot of pot out of Colombia during the 80's, but we also did some remarkable things in the legitimate world, such as feed hundreds of thousands of starving Africans during several nasty African civil wars. We worked in Somalia, Angola, the Sudan, Rwanda, Mozambique, and Ethiopia. We also ran guns for the Contras, and flew Ollie North and Bud MacFarlane to Teheran during the Iran/Contra thing. During my twelve year career with SAT, I visited almost 80 countries and all seven continents.

That's enough for tonight. I'll be amazed if this blog remains unedited, after some of what I have written tonight, but if I'm still alive tomorrow, maybe I'll drop back in and write a few more words. Sleep tight. The psychotics in the American government are wide awake, thinking up ways to screw YOU over. Right, scumbags?

A day at the VA...

2010-01-08T18:13:00.000-08:00

Drove over to the VA clinic today to pick up some drugs. The VA has good drugs and they aren't hesitant about prescribing them. I've been in severe pain since returning from Africa in August. The pain has decreased substantially, but it's still there and always will be, so they give me something for it. I'm being careful not to get addicted. I have enough problems without adding opiate addiction to them.

Wonder if I will get any sleep tonight? Never know until you try.

I was hunting stalkers at the VA. They have stalked me in the past, but now they have backed off because they know I will shoot them in the clinic if the appear. Laws? Screw a bunch of stinkin' laws. I go heeled everywhere. If these scumbags can violate state and federal anti-stalking laws, then why should I worry about a little gun action here and there? Fuck 'em. They stalk me, they're dead.

I actually gost som sleep...

2010-01-08T03:31:00.000-08:00

Went to bed at about 8:30 and woke up at 4:30, which is fine with me. They actually allowed me to sleep, although attacking me lightly. At least I didn't awaken with the roof of my mouth beeling like my brain was about to drop through it, or a splitting headache with a head feeling like it was the size of a watermelon. those are common symptoms.

Today, as with every day, I strap- on my .45 combat commander, two spare mags, stick my AR in the truck, and set out to hunt and kill stalkers. They know this and stay away from me, because I will shoot them in Wal Mart groceries or the VA clinic or wherever these animals show up0. And that statement gives animals a bad name. At least Cape buffalo, lion, leopard, elephant and rhino have indomitable courage. Even the lowly hyena will take on a lion on a kill. These assholes are pond scum, pedophiles, and have incestuous relationships with their daughters. Absolute scum, and they know i, and i makes them feel better to attack old men and women and children and cats and dogs.]

They attacked both my cats in 2009, resulting in the death of both animals. It's a long story, but it only demonstrate the pure evil these scum are capable of.

2010-01-07T16:59:00.000-08:00

Wonder what the scumbags have in store for me tonight? They have allowed me one good night's sleep in the last ten days or so. I've been awake 24 hours. Have to try to get some sleep. Load up on sleeping pills and see if they can push through the fog with their electronics. They usually can. I hope they all die of pancreatic cancer or syphillis and their daughters are kidnapped and sold into Mexican whorehouses.

Cancelled my trip...

2009-03-14T22:21:00.000-07:00

Funny thing happened. Right after I wrote my last entry, the attacks dropped off to a minimum.

Then I had to cancel my trip because my friend who watches my animals has a 17 year-old daughter who has a rapidly developing tumor adjacent to and intertwined with her brain, who will undergo surgery on the 19th. God help her.

So here I sit, rotting away in this little town, keeping sane by visiting the firing range and punching holes in paper while visualizing a Fed's face just above the front sight on my .45. Good therapy.

I'm finally going to write a compendium of stories about my life and careers that may be of interest to someone. I've spent my life traveling all over the world, both as a cockpit crew member and as a tourist. I've had one hell of a ride, and when I tell some of my stories to my friends, their almost universal reply is, "You oughta write a book." I have nothing else to do, so I think I'm finally going to do it. I doubt if it will ever get published, and there are a few people whose names won't appear in fact, but in pseudonym, but I do have some interesting stories to tell. I want to do it before I get too old and my memories completely disappear.

It will embarrass some anonymous Feds, which is good, and memorialize some good people who are no longer with us. I hope.

Here we go again...

2009-03-03T06:18:00.000-08:00

It's begun again.

Several weeks ago, my friend Ed invited me to visit him again in El Salvador. I naturally accepted.

At the time, I had been under electronic attack persistently for weeks. Suddenly, the attacks stopped and I was able to sleep uninterruptedly for quite some time.

I am due to leave on a date late in March. Of course, the scumbags knew this because I had discussed it on the phone with a few people, and they, if not nothing, are on my phone.

Anyway, back in 2006, I went on a Cape buffalo hunt to Tanzania. I began preparing for the hunt nine months in advance, shooting and loading ammunition and walking hard two or three miles three or four days a week. During the six months leading up to the month prior to my departure, I slept like a baby. Then, a month to the day that I was scheduled to leave, the electronic attacks began. I never got more than three hours uninterrupted sleep for the entire month leading up to my departure date. Though sleep deprived, I had a hunt that was successful beyond my wildest dreams, and returned from Tanzania completely satisfied. All their efforts were for nought. Screw the pukes.

Similarly, in December, 2007, my friend Ed got married in El Salvador. Naturally, I was invited down for the wedding. For the two months prior to December, I was allowed all the sleep I wanted. Then, three weeks prior to my departure date, the electronic attacks began.

After the intense attacks prior to the 2006 hunt, my arms were covered with ugly red blotches from the microwave. Same thing in December, 2007.

Since I'm leaving in three weeks, I expect the same thing to happen now.

Being an old freight dog, (a pilot who flew night freight for much of my aviation career), I am accustomed to getting little sleep.

These scumbags think they're going to ruin my upcoming trip. But I will not allow it. Regardless of their psychotic, pathetic designs, I will prevail. They have been attacking me and harassing me since the late 80's, and they have not beaten me. And they won't.

I'm still hunting them with murder in my heart. Except, if Florida, it isn't murder when you shoot a stalker when you fear for your life. It's justice, and if anyone ever deserved to die, it is these animalistic torturers.

Old Grey Cat, RIP...

2009-01-30T16:59:00.000-08:00

TOMORROW, I'M PUTTING DOWN MY BEST FRIEND, OLD GREY CAT. I PICKED HIM UP OFF THE STREET IN FT. lAUDERDALE WHEN I WAS LIVING IN AN APARTMENT A COUPLE OF BLOCKS OFF EAST LAS OLAS bOULEARD, WHERE I HAD MOVED AFTER I SOLD THE 38' SLOOP I HAD BEEN LIVING ON FOR OVER A YEAR.

OLD GREY IS A REMARKABLE CAT. FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T LIKE CATS, IT'S YOUR GREAT LOSS. THEY ARE THE MOST INTERESTING ANIMALS ALIVE, WHETHER ONE IS SPEAKING OF LEOPARD, CIVIT, LION, OR JUST YOUR PLAIN OLD RUSSIAN BLUE.

THE SCUM WHO ARE TORTURING ME ELECTRONICALLY BEGAN ATTACKING OLD GREY ABOUT TEN DAYS AGO, ZAPPING HIM WITH WHATEVER EM WEAPON THEY HAVE AVAILABLE, EVERYTIME HE WOULD TRY TO DRINK WATER. AS A RESULT OF THESE FASCIST BASTARDS DENYING HIM NOURISHMENT, HE BECAME BADLY DEHYDRATED. THIS, IN CONCERT WITH HIS OTHER AILMENTS, HIM BEING 18 OR 19 YEARS OLD, HAS LED TO THE NECESSITY OF PUTTING HIM DOWN TO SPARE HIM FURTHER AGONY.

THERE ARE HUMANS I WOULD GLADLY EXECUTE WITH ONE SHOT TO THE HEAD BEFORE I WOULD EUTHANIZE OLD GREY, BUT THEY ARE COWARDS AND SCUM WHO ARE TERRIFIED THAT I WILL CARRY OUT MY THREATS TO SHOOT THEM. SO THEY ATTACK A HELPLESS, HARMLESS, GERIATRIC CAT. HE'S GOING DOWN TOMORROW. I'LL MISS HIM TERRIBLY, BUT I WON'T ALLOW THEM TO TERRORIZE HIM ANY MORE.

ONE DAY, I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE, AND OLD GREY WILL BE AT PEACE.

The Bilderbergers...

2008-06-06T06:31:00.000-07:00

...are meeting in Virginia. Not one word about the meeting has been published or broadcast in the mainstream media. Just show you who controls the "news" you receive on the networks, both cable and broadcast.

At least Alex Jones is there, getting harassed by scumbag FBI agents.

Shows just how afraid of you these elitists are. They hide in plain sight, while working out their fascistic plans for world domination. Stay alert and proficient with your weapons. The takeover of the United States is well underway, with the FBI harassing people who teach the Constitution and naming those that do as potential threats.

Your rights have been seriously abrogated already by the so-called "Patriot Act." But most of you are totally oblivious to the threats emanating from Washington and regional FBI offices around the country. You snooze, you lose. You lose it all.

Coming to your city or town in the near future: the national ID card. Then they can track your movements constantly.

Is Bush a Paranoid?

2008-05-23T18:18:00.000-07:00

I've had enough experience with psychologists and psychiatrists and studied enough psychology to assume that he is.

His total fixation with spying illegally on millions of Americans demonstrates that he is likely completely out of touch with reality.

I'd love to see Bush take the Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory psychological profile test.

I'd bet everything I own that he would be diagnosed as a raving paranoid. Let's just hope the country can survive until he leaves office. That in itself is looking more and more like a tenuous proposition, at best.

We're in grave danger of losing our cherished freedoms, when the president of the Uniited
States apparently feels that he has more to fear from his own constituents than he does from antithetical foreign interests.

This country is heading for fascism and a rapidly incresing rate of speed.

Bush thinks he's king. Wonder what made him snap?

The Silly Season...

2008-05-08T20:35:00.001-07:00

Can you believe this political crap that's being pumped out on the airwaves 24 hours a day? When election day arrives, I hope they have "None of the Above" on the ballot.

Never in my 65 years have I seen such a bunch of fools running for the highest office in the land. Hell of it is, who is occupying the White House makes very little real difference in the grander scheme of things.

The secret police and the fascists empowering them will continue to run the country into the ground. The 21st Century will very likely see the end of the United States of America. If you believe what you read on various blogs, the North American Union is not far ahead. Bush will likely attack Iran, creating an ever bigger mess for our children and grandchildren to attempt to clean up. Civil liberties will continue to deteriorate and the Stasi will continue their attack on their own people. Us.

You can always tell when a corporate entity or a political establishment is wobbling on its last legs. They begin to eat their young, and that began years ago.

I'm glad I'm getting old and won't be around to see this magnificent failed experiment undergo its death throes.

While America sleeps, the fascists consolidate their power and increasingly suppress free speech, freedom of assembly, personal privacy, and the right we once had to keep an oppressive government out of our living rooms, our telephone lines, and out of out personal lives.

I have little faith in the survival of this country as it was originally created. The gutless politicians, bought and paid for by the corporate giants, dance to the tunes they are played by their corporate masters, and government goons and thugs, under the guise of fighting the various "wars" we've been saddled with since Richard Nixon created the DEA, will continue to attack us.

It's a pathetic end to a grand experiment.

How very sad...

A calm evening...

2008-05-04T12:23:00.000-07:00

Looks like the asshole in the blue-gray pickup has decided to leave me alone, after I chased him down the other night. Florida's aggraavited stalking law is real protection. With this guy caught lurking my house four separate times, I think that qualifies as aggravated stalking, authorizing the use of deadly force.

I reloaded some ammo specifically designed to trash pickup trucks and their occupants, and I announced this to the house bugs, so I think my black opponent has decided that discretion is the better part of valor. Good idea on his part. Leave this old man alone. A young man will kick your as; an old man will just kill you. He might remember that.

Living in a small town is definitely to be preferred to living in a major metropolitan area. When I was living in Miami, I was mercelssly stalked and harassed. Now that I'm living in a small town, the stalkers find it difficult to blend in. There are no crowded shopping centers, unless you want to count Wally World, their favorite stalking arena.

They're more afraid of me than I am of them, and it's been that way since I decided to go proactive and employ firearms. The Second Amendment actually gives us some protection, as the Founders intended it to do. And the Florida Constitution fills in the shadowy areas of the Second.

I highly recommend those being stalked, those without felony or misdemeanor domestic violence convictions, to move to a small Florida town, get a concealded weapons license, buy a good, dependable and accurate hand gun, practice extensively and carry it at all times. It works for me.

Make them fear you. Get proactive. Attack is the best defense.

Went hunting last night...

2008-05-03T14:36:00.000-07:00

And may go again tonight.
Wal Mart is where I do my grocery shopping. Living on a limited income. Used to shop at the upscale delis, but those days are over.

Armed myself and headed for Wally World. Announced to the bugs in the house that great line from "Tombstone", "I'm coming and Hell's coming with me." Funniest thing. Didn't see a single stalker in Wally World. The scumbag cowards are just that. When you're not afraid to die, those that are fear you.

I cruised the parking lot, looking for likely candidates, after buying my supplies. Found one who was acting supiciously, but the Wally World parking lot on a Friday night at 8:30 in this hick town is a spot frequented by cheating wives and husbands, dope dealers, and kids looking for something to do in a nothing town. Can't be sure, but it felt good, shaking them up. When they know there's a heavily armed man specifically looking for them, it scares the pants off of them. A proactive approach used over the last three years has really cut down on the stalking.

They seem to be busier on weekends. The mercenaries they recruit likely work crummy nine to five weekday jobs and have time left on the weekends to stalk people. Don't stalk me, assholes. It could mean your lives.

Been away too long...

2008-05-01T20:43:00.001-07:00

I really appreciate the kind comments I've received, albiet rather limited in number. ;-}

Nothing much has changed, except I did have a round-the -houses chase the other night with a black stalker in a pickup truck.

I live on a busy street in a small Florida town, and there is a one-way street bisecting the main drag. My house is on the corner.

On four separate occasions, a dark, blue-gray Ford pickup, (which is the vehicle of choice around here; I own one myself) has parked by my house on the one-way street. When discovered, he would back quickly with lights out onto the main drag and take off.

I caught him the other night. Literally. I had taken off down the main drag on an errand, and realized I'd left my sunglasses in my house, so I pulled a 180 and headed back after only progressing half a block. Zoom! Here came the dark pickup backing out as I pulled in my front yard. He took off rapidly down the main drag and I backed out and began chasing him. He tried very hard to escape, but I used to drive sports cars and we were driving matching vehicles, so after some 70 mph stuff down quiet residential streets with tires screaming in the turns, he ducked into the parking lot behind a small two storey apartment house.

I just sat and waited. He finally had to turn around and come out. Likely dropped off his partner to cover me from the shadows.

He got out of his truck after parking it on the berm. Black male, late 30's, sturdy build, short hair, no goatee, standing with his arms crossed, likely holding a gun under one arm. I told him to stay the hell off my street, all the while pointing my .45 at his head through the windshield. What we had there is commonly referred to in old western movies as a "Mexican standoff." We chatted a bit, and he advised me that I'm an old man and I should be sitting down somewhere. I told him I already was, and his side street priveleges were revoked.

I drove off, but the chase and finally running the bastard to ground was exhilirating. He talked tough, but he'd have been a fool not to have been a bit worried.

It was fun, treeing one of the animals. I don't expect him back, but if he reappears, I'm going to open fire with no discussion. Just shoot and shoot repeatedly. I've been looking for him ever since.

Thanks for the tips on other stalking/harassment locations. I've checked them out. Some good stuff.

I really should visit my blog more often. All you TI's out there, hang in there. We know we live in a police state, but more are becoming aware of it.

Here's a link you may enjoy.

http://relay4thetruth.blogspot.com/

Unabated electronic attacks continue...

2008-01-23T09:45:00.000-08:00

Since my loudly proclaimed personal policy of killing anyone who stalks me had attained the desired effect, to wit; the stalkers are very afraid of me and stay well out of rifle and pistol range, I have been subjected to intense electronic attacks. Symptoms include awakening each morning with blurred vision and a feeling of swelling inside my skull. God and these evil bastards only know what permanent physiological damage they're doing to me. Additionally, I am suffering subcutaneous bleeding on my right arm, with red blotches appearing quite regularly, some breaking open with a stream of fresh, red blood then running down my arm. The opened wounds cause ugly scars to form.

America has deteriorated into fascism, with the FBI, NSA, CIA and DEA all undertaking attacks on their perceived enemies. I am obviously one of those.

But...I will never surrender.

As William E. Henley put it so well in the opening stanza of his poem, Invictus,

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.

This government scum can torture me until my last breath, but I will never relinquish my right to life and will never be driven to suicide or an unwarrented violent act.

God help any stalker who approaches me, though. I will lay his dead ass out on a morgue slab.

Thoughts this evening...

2007-11-28T17:31:00.000-08:00

For almost twelve years, I flew the civilian version of the C-130 Hercules and the Boeing 747 both as First Officer and Captain, for a company called Southern Air Transport. Prior to that, I flew light and medium aircraft, from small singles up to to the PBY Catalina and the Douglas DC-3.

I first flew an aircraft at age 16 and soloed at that age in 1959. Aviation has taken me all over the world ever since.

I once had a passion for it, but lost that passion eventually because of the drudgery of operating long range aircraft on international routes. Anything gets old, if you do it long enough.

I miss the action. Those of you contemplating retirement, make sure you have enough money to enjoy it. I'm on a rather limited income and don't get around much anymore. I do a couple of hunting trips a year to a friend's ranch, and in 2005 and 2006 hunted antelope and Cape buffalo in Africa, returning to Africa after several years of absence.

I worked in Africa off and on for several years, long enough to get to know East, West, and South Africa pretty well. I also worked in Ethopia and Somalia and the Sudan during the wars in those countries, flying relief to the hungry as a contractee to several NGO's through Southern Air. It was a humbling and often extremely depressing experience.

I love Africa, though, and hope to return to hunt there again. Life can be very interesting when you are hunting something that will hunt you right back. What a rush!

Alex Constantine...

2007-11-27T22:12:00.000-08:00

...is cordially invited to kiss my Irish ass. In a comment on my little blog, he invited me to write a book, meanwhile rabidly insulting me. (You're pathetic, Alex. Don't tell me to take on the CIA. I used to work for them, indirectly, headjob. Who do you think is personally attacking me?) I am not a writer, or I would. God knows, the life I've lived, I should. Unlike the arrogant, self-obsessed Constantine, however, I have made my living doing, not writing about others who were doing. I am not an observer. I am a participant.

A little participatory exercise for you, Alex. Cop my knob.

Without fear...

2007-11-27T21:43:00.000-08:00

I live without fear. When this terrorization began back in 1999, I was near panic. I fled from place to palce, unarmed and helpless, thinking that they would just get bored and go away. Running from them only increased their enthusiasm fo attacking me. I was stalked constantly. I couldn't appear in public without someone lurking near, slyly regarding me from the corner of an eye, or following me about a store or book shop or sitting near me in a restaurant, listening to any conversation that I might be engaged in.
So I armed myself and swore vengeance against my tormentors. The liberal Florida harassment and staking laws make this state, along with it's concealed weapons laws, a good place for targeted individuals to live. We can travel armed into most places, harassment of any kind is a felony, and aggravated stalking is a forcible felony, authorizing the use of deadly force by a legally armed citizen. Me.

So I search for these monsters, armed and dangerous, (only to them; to the rest of society I am benign and harmless), and I fight this war as one who knows that my untimely death is likely, if not inevitable, but warring against them, nevertheless. I shall never surrender as long as there is breath in my body.

Recently...

2007-05-27T14:09:00.000-07:00

I had the opportunity to confront a stalker in front of my house. He had been strolling up the street wearing a yellow tank top and ghetto shorts, those horribly stupid looking pants that are cut off just below the knee, the height of gangbqanger fashion. He was a white male, mid-thirties, black hair, six/one,180, no glasses. And very stupid to be stalking me.

He was performaing several nonsensical tasks, mainly stopping and pretending to pick up invisible objects from my neighbors' driveways across the street. The usual street theatre, obviously, or a guy looking for a house to rob.

So I watched him walk to the end of the street, a good half a block. cross over to my side, and head back down.

I waited until he got within the confines of my property and then shot the bolt on the front door. That bolt makes a loud noise when it hits the stop, and when he heard it, he almost jumped out of his shoes. He kept walking, so I walked out the front door and screamed at him, "What the fuck are you doing?? Looking for a house to rob? Better move your ass out of here or this may be your last day on earth!!"

Well, that did it. Stopped the stalking for several weeks.

These guys are something else. There is a world full of suicidal people out there working for the controllers, I suppose. One of these days, a stalker may end his life in my front yard, and it'll be totally legal. God, I love Florida's firearms laws!

2007-02-18T14:23:00.000-08:00

The gang stalking and electronic harassment continues. The stalking is down, because I am actively hunting stalkers.

Had a really neat experience last week when this 6'5" goon wearing a camo jacket followed me into the Post Office and began the usual street theater.

I walked outside and just stood there to observe his next move.

He left the PO without doing any business whatsoever and took off walking to the east end of the shopping center, where nothing but a closed Winn Dixie is located.

I entered a Dollar store adjacent to the PO and wandered around a bit, then strolled outside. Here came the goon, walking back from the empty WD store. He fish-eyed me and then walked into the Dollar Store. So, I figured, stalk the stalker. With my .38 snubby firmly clenched in my right fist inside my bush vest, I walked back in and began to follow his through the merchandise stacks, lookjing for an opportunity for a head shot, as he was very likely wearing Kevlar under his camo.
He bought a roll of paper towels and then left with me right on his heels.

He walked straight out about five rows of parked vehicles and climbed into a Chrysler van, with the usual missing hubcap, which is one of the Florida stalking group's usual "tells" I stood there and watched him back out and drive away. He drove three feet away from me while I was staring intensly at him and wouldn't meet my gaze. Another coward heard from.

I jumped into my truck and followed him. He slowed down; I slowed down. He sped up; I sped up. I finally let him go, but he has no idea, or maybe he was getting one, just how close to death he was during these moments.

Aggravated stalking is a forceable felony in Florida, and he was aggravatingly stalking me. I really wanted to shoot him , but I'm not ready to cross that line just yet. Or maybe I am. The next time I'm stalked by some 230 lb thug, he may discover that a little 130 grain bullet can ruin his entire day.

It felt good to turn the tables on one of these arrogant bastards. Hopefully, I'll get another chance at one. My reluctance to fire may have disappeared by then.

Merrily awakened ar precisely 3:00 AM.

2007-01-18T04:21:00.002-08:00

Brewed up a pot of French Roast. Settled down at the computer. Checked my Google Alerts and found this: http://www.projectcensored.org/newsflash/ElectromegnaticWeapons.pdf

Quite illuminating for any of you who still operate under the delusion that you have any sort of real control over your lives, or believe the shit that is pumped out by the popular press, with a few exceptions, of course.

Got together on the phone with some other TI's last night. The truth about these black projects is slowly trickling out. I won't live to see it, but the travesties of electronic harassment, gang stalking and other crimes committed against Americans and others in the name of the War on Terror and other bullshit terms by the power elite will eventually out.

Have a nice day, hamburgers.

Slow murder...

2007-01-17T06:09:00.000-08:00

When I was in SC over Christmas at a friend's estate, I stayed in a cabin that is remote from the main complex. I was attacked electronically on my first morning. Having gone to sleep at about 3:30 AM, I was awakened about 7:30 AM with the usual feeling of extreme discomfort in my extremities and a feeling that my skull was swelling.

This place is deep in the woods, so I walked out onto the the porch, estimated where I would place a harassment team were I in charge of ruining someones life, and drew my little .38 Special Smith and fired a shot in that general direction, into thick woods composed of young pines. I thought I heard a yell, but wasn't certain because I am hard of hearing and had not yet donned my hearing aids.

Anyway, the harassment ceased from that day until the last day I was in SC. When it occurred again, I sprayed the woods down thoroughly with my AR 15. Hope I hit someone.

Now that I'm home again, the harassment is continuous at night. I am allowed only about two or three hours of sleep per night. Yesterday, while sweeping under my bed, I discovered the empty shell casing from the .38 under the bed, the one that I had discarded at the cabin in SC. A Speer Plus P casing.

So, maybe I got lucky and hit or killed someone.

With these psychopaths, no crime against them, murder or manslaughter or malicious wounding, would ever be reported. They would bury their dead and continue. They simply will take their revenge, and have been intensely sleep-depriving me since the 14th of January.

Demonic is a kind word when used to describe these scum. They challenge the English language for nouns and adjectives. I am somewhat conversant in the language, and I still strive for descriptive adjectives. Wish I spoke Arabic, which, I am told, provides a greater selection of derogatory words to describe two-legged sub-humans with the molecular construction of pond scum. Actually, that overly criticizes pond scum. It is, after all, a higher life form.

If I'm still alive next week, I'll post another update.

It's real, people. Laugh all you want about the tin hat brigade. It's like herpes. It's funny until you get it.

A forum...

2006-12-12T00:41:00.000-08:00

Having lived 64 years and wandered the world in search of what is just ahead over the horizon, I find retirement to be psychologically debilitating. Any of you out there doing the old 40/40 routine, don't look forward to retirement. I takes you out of the now and leaves you with the past as your only companion, unless you have a bank full of money and can charge about seeing and doing. But, hell, you'll be too old to enjoy it. The knees go, and you can't drink five highballs anymore, or two six packs, according to your taste, and believe me, there is nothing attractive about 64 year-old women that I have seen, with one exception, and she was the Maharani of Cooch Behar who drank me under the seat on a flight from Brisbane to Honolulu. And she was 72 and beautiful.

I chose to see and do all my life, and find myself sitting in a little house in a little town with two cats and a dog, about ready to go out and shoot out the street lights, (if this red neck town had any), just to stir up some shit.

But I have these demonic bastards hunting me. I've hunted all my life and know how the deer feels. And nothing will make them stop, so I have to live with events that would terrorize the average man. Me, hell, I just practice with my weapons and look forward to getting one of the bastards in my sights for a split second.

Why are they terrorizing me? Because, back during the late 70's, I was a very proficient pot smuggler. They couldn't catch me, and they are still pissed off about that. Plus, I flew for an airline that was very likely a front for the fucking CIA, and I have published this on other fora, and they don't like it when their little dicks get hung out in the daylight sop that anyone can see just how small they really are.

So I am what more and more people are beginning to realize truly exists: a Targeted Individual.

They are taking their revenge by the ounce, trying to drive me nuts, which has failed, trying to scare me, which they initially did but no more, and now they fear me. They are sneaky bastards, though, and there isn't a lock made that they don't have a master key for, so they break into my house and steal stuff. Anything, from ball point pens to my deceased mother's engagement ring and a Rolex Submariner.

They are pure evil, soulless psychopaths and they intend to get their pound of flesh.

So I have forsaken ever having any semblance of privacy again and live with this harassemnt constantly. I've actually grown accustomed to it, and when they take a few days off to blow each other under a palm tree or in the back seats of their surveillance vehicles, I actually miss them.

And so it goes.

The attacks continue...

2006-12-11T23:04:00.000-08:00

Another blogger on this site posted a message from Canada about being under constant attack. I, also, have undergone constant harassment, physical, and electronic and personally intrusive, (breakins, vandalism, thefts, sabotage), since 1998, and attacked through a false flag assault beginning in 1992 until I exposed the rat bastard in 1998.

I have enemies, and they have done their best to destroy me, but I still fight back. As someone once said, "Better to die on your feet than live on your knees."

The cowards flee before me, because I am sworn to kill, but they will eventually win and I will die. I don't fear death at all. I've been risking my life all my life and this is no different. All I ask is the pleasure of taking one or two with me. Maybe, I'll get lucky and get a couple of shots off. Who knows?

Anybody else out there who is targeted will be welcomed to comment.