Theme song...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vw_6eUgpo30&list=AL94UKMTqg-9CLG4--_qN1EphY69eeAsrF&index=11

Just so that some of you who may doubt that I am a credible individual will understand that I am, here's a link to a hunting report of an African safari to Tanzania I wrote that was posted on the Accurate Reloading.com website back in 2009.

The primary game I was out for was the great African Cape Buffalo.  The area we hunted, the Simanjiro concession in northeastern Tanzania, offers some of the most challenging environmental conditions one may encounter in East Africa.

I kept a carefully written journal of the hunt which I had secured in my gun safe here in my apartment, but the sniveling motherless scumbags, who seemed determined to steal everything I own, including my memories, stole it months ago. (They can try, but they can't steal my memories, and they can go piss up a rope.)

This is a hunting story with pictures of animals, both living and dead.

To the thieves who stole my journal, a hearty Fuck You!

To everyone else, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it and writing it.

Very little I have done throughout my very active life was as enjoyable and personally challenging as the Day of the Buffalo, concussion and all.

http://forums.accuratereloading.com/eve/forums/a/tpc/f/6321043/m/6561035511?r=6561035511#6561035511

There are hard copies stashed around, BTW.

When the defense of liberty becomes a crime, tyranny is already in force. At that point, failure to defend liberty makes slavery a certainty.

I knew they'd hit me when I went to sleep today.  I was right.  I got a burn on my right wrist similar to the one shown.  Can't photograph it because my camera is fried.

They hit me three nights ago, so now I have two burns on my right wrist.  I can only imagine what the effects are on my internal organs such as my brain.

I am truly not long for this world...

Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.

                       Helen Keller  

The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.

              Edmund Burke 

Today, something happened.  Today, I achieved insanity. I have crossed the line into total fearlessness and a totally aggressive posture. It's a very comfortable feeling. Any doubts I may have previously entertained are gone.

Insanity, you ask.  Why is that an achievement?  Because it enables me.  It frees me from fear.  It's standing at the crap table in a Tahoe casino and pushing all your chips onto the Don't Pass line.  Going for the glory.  Going for the win.

Hell, I'll never win.  I have the forces of the US government arrayed against me and I am certainly not a fool, although I am continuously treated like one. I know I won't come out on top. It's an impossibility  You sometimes  have to take the three pointer instead of the touchdown, regardless of how hard you've fought to just attain the 40 yard line.

Now, this isn't how I've come to understand it is supposed to work.  This program is designed to convert me into a weeping, cowering useless blob of protoplasm, a craven individual who shakes and shudders at the mere thought of leaving my home in daylight. To force me into suicide to alleviate the pain. Well, it has had the opposite effect.

This is a deadly chess game.  Pawns are plentiful and will be willingly sacrificed, should the need arise.  The truly comical thing about it is the pawns don't know they're pawns.  They don't realize they are expendable in order to protect the king.  So I ignore the pawns.  They're fools, easily bought.   I'm hunting the rooks and bishops.  I'll never capture the queen or checkmate the king.  But a rook or a bishop will have to do.

The "flight or fight" syndrome is widely known.  I can't flee.  That luxury has been denied me by the incessant harassment, stalking and DEW attacks which have occurred on four continents, if you include Central America, which, I suppose,  can be considered as half a continent, for years.

Yeah, back in Miami in 1999, you had me on the run.  Terrified.  Confused. Intimidated. Insecure.

No longer.

You've crossed my abuse threshold.  The obvious eventual goal of all this is to drive me crazy and then finish me off.  Well, I'm still here. I'm far from crazy.  I'm just insane. I will fight.  I have no other choice.

So, scumbags, if you feel safe in your anonymity,  don't.  Because, occasionally, you expose yourselves.  I'll be there, lurking.  Looking for an opportunity.  Seeking an opening.  It ain't quite working out the way you planned it.  The gauntlet has been thrown.

I have always sought peace. Always.  I've had more than enough of war in Africa.  Now, it's been dumped in my lap by these establishment lapdogs, these pawns, these mercenaries, these low-rent psychopaths who blindly and sadistically do their psychopathic masters' bidding.  So be it.

Harass and stalk me at your peril, regardless of who you are.  Death is but a door opening, the last great adventure.  Do what you have to do.

I will.

Tonight, the fanatical fundamentalist neighbor finally showed his hand.  He is the poorest excuse for a human being that I have ever met.  I have more respect for the murdering Somali brigands I met in that benighted country than I do for this sniveling, prevaricating piece of shit.

He declared war on me with absolutely no provocation from me whatsoever. He approached me months ago, masquerading as  friend, a devoutly religious man, and an American war veteran, a U.S. Marine.  He is none of these.  He is a complete fraud.  He wouldn't make a pimple on a U.S. Marine's ass.

For months, he has attempted to defraud me, co-opt me and deceive me.  I have been watching and listening to him from day one, when he told me three of the most preposterous lies I have ever heard about situations upon which I have detailed, first-hand knowledge.

I knew immediately that he had been co-opted himself and was aimed at me as a weapon, another tool in the toolbox of the psychopathic destroyers. Blown from Day One.

He has failed, miserably.  Tonight, through an overt act and by committing a glaring error, he finally has taken an active, visible part in the continuous attacks. He has outed himself.  He is a complete fool. I must say, as spear points go, he can't penetrate a scrap of linen.

So he is in the shit, as we say here in the land of pirates and poets.

He's blown.

Fuck him.

I won't hurt him.  He already has one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel.  He can barely walk due to diabetes.  He has clogged arteries and a bad heart.  All I have to do is sit patiently by and watch as God takes him slowly and painfully.  I'm 70 and could fall over any day, but I fervently hope that I will live long enough to piss on his grave.

Guess it's payback time, eh, scumbags?  You stole a $100.00 flashlight last night and when I woke up, my computer was on, connected to the Net, and my email opened.

Gee.  What a big surprise.  Slime only oozes at night.  They won't come in here during the day and get large chunks blown off them with a 12 gauge.

They're odorous green slime, oozing out from under their rocks around 0400 or so, creeping the place, stealing little things.

Mom:  "What do you do for a living son?"

Son:  "I'm odorous green slime, serving my Satanic masters, who oozes into an old man's apartment when he's asleep, always when he is asleep, and steals from him.  Dad would be really proud, wouldn't he?"

"In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act."

George Orwell

After my scathing post yesterday about people in the US getting set up as terrorists, I got 141 hits.  That is a daily record.

I'm sure it pissed some people off, but this stuff needs to be known, particularly since I have some demonic, faceless bastards trying to do just that to me.

They'll have a hell of a time proving it, regardless of what bullshit "evidence" they manage to manufacture.  Because that will be all it is.  Manufactured Bullshit!

The rampant paranoia sweeping this country is nothing less than disgusting.  When a government or any other entity begins eating its young, it's all over but the shouting.  We are witnessing that now.

This a list of the majority of the sites which provided access to the blog today and the number of hits ascribed to each site :


http://zombiestat.com/ 32 hits... http://adsensewatchdog.com/ 21 hits... http://www.vampirestat.com/ 13 hits...  http://www.villainstat.com/  9 hits...http://www.probtheme.com/ 8 hits...http://www.uglystat.com/ 5 hits...http://www.vampirestat.com/  2 hits...


Checking these sites, they seem to provide statistics for various websites to determine their rankings on the Net.  When I enter my blog's URL, all I get are the stats for Google's "blogspot" blog sites.  I have been unable to link to my blog through any of them, which leads me to believer that nefarious activities are taking place via these sites.

There have now been at least 96 recorded hits on my blog today, not all being recorded from originating sites.  I am nether a programmer or a hacker.  Now it would be very useful to be one or both.

There is no doubt that this has been the busiest day on record for this blog since I first originated it several years ago.

This just confirms what most who are paying attention already know:  the feds are into everybody's stuff, 24/7.

A couple of weeks ago, I read somewhere that there are at least 15,000 agents provocateur out there among us trying to stir up trouble.  As if we don't already have more than we can handle.

You can bet your bottom dollar, (or whatever currency you use), that so-called militias, conservative political organizations, student groups and anyone else you may think of are riddled with these corrupters.  You can imagine what their jobs entail.  I won't even get into to it.  Suffice it to say you'd better avoid anyone making inflammatory suggestions about opposing the government or you will be stalked, bugged, harassed, videoed, denigrated, discredited and otherwise screwed with.

I've been a TI for well over thirty years.  I know why I'm in the shit.  But these AP's are out there among the citizenry trying to create crimes where none would exist.  So beware.  It's always the one you think you can trust who will take you down.

To quote Dylan, "The times, they are a changin'."

Trust no one.

BTW, 28 hits since I made the first post.  In an hour.  That's a record.

Before I made that somewhat inflammatory post just to see what would happen, I had no hits today.  During the past 19 minutes, I have received 19 hits, all from proxy servers.  Does that tell you anything?

Ain't it a bitch what a lonely old man dying from pure boredom and old age has to do just to entertain himself?

“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”


― Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours.”


― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.”


― Isaac Asimov

“Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
-and I don't live to be-
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure your hands are clean!”

― Bob Marley

Hey!  If you live in the U.S. and suffer from the delusion that you have any privacy at all, read this.  I know the scumbags are  reading this.  hell, half of what I write, at least, is meant for their eyes.  But everybody is in the shit.  You libs feel better about voting for more open government?  Ha!  Screwed again!

http://rt.com/usa/news/surveillance-spying-e-mail-citizens-178/

PSYCHOPATH; def.:  A psychopath is an individual who has blatant disregard for behavior and principles. Psychopaths feed off of other's fear and actually get a thrill out of being cruel.

This is what, (I won't say who), we're dealing with.

If you've ever wondered what kind of creature has his or her finger on the button, that says it all.

Maybe the totally ignorant, terminally stupid among us will just off themselves and save society the trouble of feeding, clothing and housing  them...

I find it difficult to conceive that actual, living and breathing people can believe some media-generated bullshit about the coming apocalypse because of a calender created by a brutal, pre-Columbian society that were marvelous architects, but never even invented the wheel!

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2240718/2012-Mayan-apocalypse-rumors-pose-threat-frightened-children-suicidal-teenagers-says-NASA.html?ICO=most_read_module

This is the best reason I can think of to totally ignore so-called "news" programs.  This is an evident form of mass hysteria generated by mass-media mind control.

Compared to this, just consider how much more of what they publish is pure bullshit.  Are you catching on now?

I'm no big fan of Salon.com, but you gotta read this...

Remember I mentioned about the Feds creating crimes and then taking the credit for solving them, as they're trying to do to me by setting me up as some sort of bullshit domestic terrorist?

Well, check this out...


http://www.salon.com/2011/09/29/fbi_terror/

BTW, the answer to question number (5) is, Yes, they do.

Here's another good article on the phenomenon...form your own opinions...  You already know mine.


http://www.911truth.org/article.php?story=20111010104012529

agent provocateur

 - definition:

someone who encourages people to do something illegal so that they can be arrested

Ah, you may say...this guy sure is vitriolic.  Well, chipmunks, after all the vitriol that has been aimed at me during the past 35 years, all I can say is, may I remind you of Newtons' Law:  For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Now, I have heard from several TI's who just curl up and surrender and wail to anyone who will listen about their torment.  They take pictures of stalkers and post them on the Net, as if that will have any effect on their situation. They sign petitions that nobody reads, they testify before committees where nobody listens, and they try to sue the invisible enemy.

This program is the essentially deniable psychological operation.  Ordinary, nine-to-five, Joe Lunchbox types can't even conceive of something like this existing.  That is, until it starts happening to them.
The old, "conspiracy theory" bullshit surfaces.  Denigrate and discredit.  The usual bullshit from the lapdog media.  Anybody who still watches American TV need serious counseling.

So you may get support from other TI's, but don't expect any ploy that TI's attempt to be successful in attenuating this thing.  A Colt.45 Automatic and the complete willingness to use it will often provide some relief, but if you live in one of those states owned by the libs and you have almost to go to court just to own a firearm, you're SOL.  (For you guys in Malaysia, that means shit-outta-luck.)

Move to Florida.

Here they go again...

The psychiatrists have agreed on the contents of the DSM-5, the diagnostic bible of mental disorders.

These assholes use the scientific method to arrive at assumptions and medicate the hell out of those who do not need it, just to continue to justify the existence of their mystical "profession." And the truly infuriating thing about it is they are offered equal credibility with successful neurosurgeons or orthopedic surgeons.  That's insanity.

I have met Frank Farley, who takes exception to this piece of shit, and he is a truly remarkable man.  If he says it's bullshit, I'll go with that.

http://www.usatoday.com/story/news/nation/2012/12/01/psychiatrists-changes-diagnosis-manual/1739301/

Do not forget that the head of the American Psychiatric Association signed on to the horrors of MK-ULTRA, the continuation of which is now being directed at TI's worldwide.  Shrinks are often crazier than the "patients" they treat.  Never ever trust a psychiatrist.  Never.

Clinical psychologists are often a different story. They can occasionally help someone without medicating them into somnambulism.

I moved to a small, quite nondescript Central Florida town from the South Florida metropolitan area slightly over six years ago.  I hate this place.  The only game in town is Walmart and a couple of super markets.  Economics cause me to shop often at Walmart, but I try to avoid the place as much as possible because Walmart is Hell-bent on taking over American retailing and driving every mom 'n pop store in these small towns into bankruptcy, thereby making the former owners dependent upon shopping at Walmart.  They are greedy, vicious bastards who screw their employees as a matter of policy and use sweat shops in China to manufacture their crap goods.  I despise them philosophically and literally.

Anyway, weekends are the worst around here.  There are few jobs to be had around this burg that pay a living wage and unemployed guys are living in hobo jungles, so the bitches who run this stalking program have fertile ground to plow.  That, plus the incredible proliferation of dumb-ass red necks who will stalk someone on their noisy Jap rice-burners by blasting down a nearby road with the engines screaming, or some asshole driving a jacked-up Ford F-250, (which he probably thinks makes his small dick more socially acceptable), tailing me into a shopping center parking lot, or some shitbird who will stalk someone in Walmart or Publix for twenty bucks and a six pak, are plentiful.  And some of these punks just like fucking with an old man.  Bad mistake.

What they should remember is that a young man will kick you ass, but an old man will simply kill you.  One of the things about growing old is that younger men no longer consider you to be dangerous.  Which proves that youth is wasted on the young...

As I have previously mentioned, the State of Florida is a standard bearer in concealed weapons and self defense laws which give a targeted individual a lot of leeway.  We have the Stand Your Ground law here which allows one to use deadly force if confronted by a threat to life or great bodily harm in any place the target has a right to be.  You are not required to retreat.  In my case, this is very helpful, because with my COPD, I can't run a half a block without stopping and gasping for wind.

This means that if three guys come walking down the sidewalk toward you and bunch up and start exhibiting threatening behaviors, you may draw your weapon and use deadly force to defend yourself against the obviously generated threat. Or, if some surly asshole who weighs in at about 250, wearing shit-kicker boots with 3/4 inch soles and steel toes, sporting a shaven head and a goatee, (the usual and almost passe` grooming standard of those who wish to make themselves appear more dangerous and intimidating in American society), shows up suddenly and begins circling you erratically like a buzzard flying a ragged traffic pattern around a two-day-old dead cat lying in the road, that, my friends and enemies, is a threat.

Here in Florida, we don't fuck around.  The pathetic liberals and the totalitarians have yet to usurp our rights to self defense. They're trying though.  Like herpes, they won't go away.

Anyone who is targeted should pay careful attention to these words.  There are almost no places in America where one may use deadly force so liberally and, above all, legally, in personal defense as here in the Great State of Florida.

Now, I am a peace-loving man. I seek no quarrel with anyone. But some asshole who seeks a quarrel with me had better back the fuck off or be ready to go on rock 'n roll.  I will defend myself.

Always remember this, bitches...

The price of freedom is the willingness to do sudden battle, anywhere, any time and with utter recklessness.  - Robert A. Heinlein 

It's preferable to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

Can't leave the house without some mercenary thug tagging me.  Had one follow me into a check cashing shop this evening.  Big guy on a Harley wearing a NYPD T shirt.  He tried to get behind me in the old checkout line scam, but I never turned my back on him.  I locked eyes with him and he apparently thought better of his little game and left the store, but hung around the strip mall and was still sitting on his bike when I left.

It never ends, and I am accustomed to it, and I know there are a lot of people out there, ideologues, who will do anything they're told to do for money or the rush or the "cause.".

I know the rush.  I've been living the rush all my life.  The edge is out there, beckoning, and I have walked it for much of my life, beginning at age 16 when I began flying small airplanes and at age 18, when I began jumping out of them.

I have repeatedly and professionally faced death many times, and she is an old friend.  At age 70, she may call me very soon. So many old friends and acquaintances have Gone West. The world gets smaller and smaller each passing day.

No one knows their hour of departure except the condemned.  Am I condemned?  It's likely, but those who condemn me are cowards and lurkers and losers and slime that oozes in the night.  I do not fear them and this must drive them nuts, because they are the terrorists, the scum who seek to instill fear into my heart.

They will fail.

Words I live by:

      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.

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
 Under the bludgeonings of chance 
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years 
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate, 
How charged with punishments the scroll. 
I am the master of my fate: 
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

"Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."

Voltaire

It is absurd to even suggest that I am any sort of domestic terrorist.  And it is an atrocity to try to set me up for that charge.

The sheep who follow the whims of politicians and bureaucrats are potentially very dangerous.  They'll do almost anything to further their careers.  Meanwhile, I have to watch every word I say to "friendly strangers" who have been compromised by the real terrorists' lies.

Walking on eggs, fearlessly.

These assholes are trying to set me up as some sort of domestic fucking terrorist, and I am extremely pissed off and totally disgusted. Now, it's out in the open for public perusal.  If it continues any longer, I'm going to contact several news outlets and detail my story.

I'm 70 freaking years old, for God's sake!  Just who am I supposed to be a threat to?!?

I am half deaf and wear hearing aids, I wear dentures on my upper jaw, I have two herniated discs and a synovial cyst on my L5 vertebrae, two bad shoulders, one from skydiving and the other from sailing, I have been blind in my right eye since 1966, and I have mild COPD and have to use a Combivent inhaler just to help myself  breathe.  Some fucking threat I am!!

They first began putting people on my back in the late winter.  Friendly strangers or neighbors asking leading questions about various topics such as how much ammunition do I have, remarks designed to paint me as racist, leading questions about armor piercing ammo, and shit like that.  Now, another "friendly stranger" is trying it again.  Don't they ever learn?  Einstein defined insanity as repeating the same behavior over and over again and expecting  a different result.  Here they go again.  They will get the same result.  Some of these people need serious psychiatric care. 

First, I don't know how much ammo I own.  I used to handload a lot because I was a competition shooter for years and I have a lot of low velocity pistol ammo laying around left over from those years. Revolver ammo, primarily. I have no idea just how much.  Who's counting?  I am also a hunter since childhood and have hunting ammo that dates back into the early 90's and plinking ammo that dates back to the '70's.

I am a handloader and I occasionally experiment with various loads to improve accuracy.  To misquote the late firearms guru and ex-Texas Ranger Jeff Cooper, Only accurate firearms are interesting.

I also used to collect firearms on a very small scale, but have sold most off due to the economy and the fact that I never used them.  I once traded several rifles and pistols which I saw no use for, for an expensive hunting rifle that I had always wanted to own, to a gun shop in Sturgis, South Dakota.

I don't own any armor piercing ammunition.  Why would I need it?  I am a target shooter and a hunter.  I have used the occasional "solid" in African hunting, but that is as old as African hunting itself, back into the 19th Century.  I have hunted Cape buffalo and solid rounds are occasionally preferred over soft points to use against thick skinned dangerous animals such as the buff. They certainly will not penetrate armor.

And if I were a racist, why would I have spent several cumulative years flying food relief into African civil war zones such as Somalia, the Sudan, Ethiopia and Angola, ensuring that thousands of starving blacks would live instead of dying horrible deaths, at no small risk to my life, if I were a racist, and would not have lived and worked in countries where the majority of people are black? On my first Cape buffalo hunt in Tanzania in 2006, there were six of us on the truck and I was the only white guy and I love those guys like brothers to this very day.

What The Fuck??

These nasty bitches are trying to build a bullshit case out of thin air and innuendo, with lies and half truths, and I am not fucking going for it!  It's total bullshit!

True to form, these assholes are trying to create a crime and then take credit for solving it.

Now, it's out here for anyone to read who wishes to.

So, shitbirds, go piss up a rope!

I'll post this again.  It needs to be read and reread...

http://www.examiner.com/article/c-i-a-blackwater-hit-squads-violence-against-innocent-individuals

The difference between action and inaction can be telling.  Sometimes, it is better to sit back and do nothing and wait.  Quite often, the truth will be revealed.

I have been pursued by some really sick fucks for 34 years.  Their learning curve appears to be almost flat.  Sure, when you want to catch a fish, you must bait the hook.  But once the fish strikes, an altogether different problem arises:  setting the hook.

Several things can go wrong between the strike and attempting to set the  hook. I won't bore you with fishing lore or continue the metaphor any further, with this exception...

Occasionally, the fish throws the hook, but continues to circle the bait, just to fuck with the fisherman.

Some people should remember there's free cheese in a mouse trap.  This mouse ain't biting...

They always try to suck me in with food and flattery.  These low rent assholes should go back to spy school.

Trust no one.

I piss down the throats of these Nazis.  And I am too old to worry about whether or not they like it.  Fuck them.

                                 Hunter S. Thompson

"Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities."

                                   Voltaire

"It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom---for that alone, which no man gives up but with life itself."

          Declaration of Abroath (1320)

You ain't gonna believe this one...

http://www.digitaljournal.com/article/328761

I've been mudsucked again. Saw it coming a long way off. Not at all surprised.  They just keep coming. I usually play along long after they've screwed the pooch, just to see how creative they have become. The tell showed up weeks ago. They're getting better, but it's the little things that always trip them up.  The Devil's in the details.  I never tire of watching the assholes dig their own virtual graves.  They never fail to fail.

The price of freedom is the willingness to do sudden battle, anywhere, any time and with utter recklessness. 

 - Robert A. Heinlein 


You can bet your ass it is! 

Another immutable truth from Bukowski...

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”
― Charles Bukowski

"We cannot confront solitude without moral resources" 

 ~ Honore De Balzac

Been a while.  Yeah, I'm still alive, in case anyone wondered.

I've been working through my grief and now I have reached the point where I have taken on another canine refugee from an abusive "owner."

We don't own dogs.  We love each other, if we work at it.  They give and we take, sometimes, and often, we do not realize the value of what we have been blessed with.  A dog's love is forever.  They will love you if you abuse them. I do not, nor will I ever, because I know the value of a good dog. I despise people who abuse dogs and cats.  It is, simply, cowardice.

So now I have Gemma, a mix breed Standard Poodle/ Golden Retriever.  Sounds strange, but she is beautiful.  And big.  Fifty pounds, at least.  She is a warrior, I think.  And a lover.  Great combination.She suffers from separation anxiety and her "owner" beat her when she would misbehave when left alone.  My vet with a heart of gold got her about two days after I had her put my little friend down and held her for me until the majority of my grief passed.  I won't lie.  It was Hell for a while.

Terrible thing to beat a dog.  I reached down rapidly to pet her head yesterday and she ducked.  She doesn't quite trust me yet and we are still checking each other out, but she is extremely smart and very gentle and obedient and I think we are going to become good friends.

Gemma is not Pix's replacement nor substitute.  Gemma is her own dog and a new friend, I hope, for me.  One may never replace dead friends.  Only honor them and always remember them.  I remember fondly every dog I have ever had.  I loved them all.  I still do.  I always will.

And Vikki, I got your emails, in case they have blocked you.  We can't converse here, but if you access the blog, at least you'll know you got through.

Once again when I go to sleep, they will slime their pathetic way into my bedroom and mess around with one thing or another that belongs to me.  I could care less.  They have stolen almost everything I valued and I am completely unafraid of dying, so if they kill me in my sleep, as they totally lack the balls to confront me above ground in daylight, I'll pass through the door into the last, great adventure.

Another one of my flying buddies took it in last week.  Prostate cancer.  We're dropping like flies.  Our day is done.  But we cut a swath through the world of aviation in our time.  We were good.  A few of us were great.  Nothing they can steal can take those incredible years from me, or change one iota the friendships I made or the respect I earned.  Nothing.  That's what matters in life.

All the whiners and parasites can fuck off.  Stand on your own feet and seek your goals and life may just cut you a break. Walking around with your hand out thinking the world owes you shit guarantees a life without self respect.  When death is about to come knocking, and she always does, if you have no self respect, you will have lived for naught.  You will not be mourned.

“We are
Born like this
Into this
Into these carefully mad wars
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings
Born into this
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty

Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes”
― Charles Bukowski

"A man may be destroyed, but not defeated."

                          Ernest Hemingway


                       

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q1809vqz3zA&feature=autoplay&list=AL94UKMTqg-9BuxawJ2sMa4tMXRgCYEvke&playnext=1

The Lion lies in his lair in the perpendicular face of a low cliff — for he is carved from the living rock of the cliff. His size is colossal, his attitude is noble. His head is bowed, the broken spear is sticking in his shoulder, his protecting paw rests upon the lilies of France. Vines hang down the cliff and wave in the wind, and a clear stream trickles from above and empties into a pond at the base, and in the smooth surface of the pond the lion is mirrored, among the water-lilies.

Around about are green trees and grass. The place is a sheltered, reposeful woodland nook, remote from noise and stir and confusion — and all this is fitting, for lions do die in such places, and not on granite pedestals in public squares fenced with fancy iron railings. The Lion of Lucerne would be impressive anywhere, but nowhere so impressive as where he is.

— Mark Twain, A Tramp Abroad, 1880

The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it. ~Moliere

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein

Feeling quite grim tonight.  The forces arrayed against me are inexorable.  There is no respite.  I have been battling these son of bitches for 34 years.  Against all odds, I have attained the age of 70 years.  Yet, they never quit.

Looking around at my country, it appears the forces of evil are winning.  We have a psychopath in the white house who gladly does his masters' bidding for the trappings of power.  And, regardless of the outcome of the current "election", conditions will continue to deteriorate.

That is a grim vision.  But, I feel, a fairly accurate one.  We are rapidly deteriorating into a police state.  The mere fact that TI's exist proves this beyond the shadow of a doubt.

Yeah, a grim vision.  But, I believe, a realistic one.

My journey has almost concluded.  I have led an incredible life.  I have regrets, but the triumphs outweigh the failures.  I guess, in the end, that's all that matters.

I will never quit.  It's not in my DNA.

Fear me, enemies, and don't let the fact that I am missing many teeth delude you into believing that I have no fangs.

"Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me Liberty or give me Death!"                                                                                              Patrick Henry

Any fundamentalist is potentially dangerous.  Christians,  Islamists, Buddhists. You name any belief structure whose members believe wholeheartedly that they possess the sole, exclusive truth and they are easily convinced of the correctness of their actions as long as they are perpetrated in the name of their god. Any and all are very easily manipulated and compromised because all the scum have to do is appeal to their dogmatic hypnotism.

(Example:  http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.ch/2012/08/in-buddhist-myanmar-monks-gone-wild.html)

Many are basically naive individuals.  Many are not.

I have a cluster living near me that are totally compromised.  They fell for the bullshit and now that they know that I know to a limited but sufficient extent just how treacherous they are, they are afraid.

They are the poorest, most unaccomplished and incompetent liars I have ever met.

The enemy now has a face.

If you are a target or suspect that you are targeted, this is very important for you to read.  It analyzes our predicament better than any other paper I have so far seen on the subject.

 http://www.whale.to/c/predatory_gangstalking.html

This scum needs to be eradicated like the filth they are.

These reptiles use your fear against you.  It is a very powerful weapon, but you can control and and overcome it.  If I can, anyone can, and I have.

Make them fear you!

Fight.

Never, ever quit!

Nobody gets out of here alive, anyway, and death is just another door opening.  

Once you lose your fear of death, nothing can harm you.

I've seen those distant ships.  When you are at the helm heading ENE a thousand miles at sea in a 40 foot sailboat heeled over on a close reach on a stiff breeze on the port tack, spray breaking over the weather bow, the sunrise splashing pinks and grays and lavenders through the puffy cumulus, the flying fish leaping and skittering alongside in your lee to splash back into the blue water forty feet off your starboard bow as you crest a long, 20-foot Atlantic swell, and you sight a freighter to the northeast, moving by five miles away like a stranger passing on an empty street...that, my friend, is living.

http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.ch/2011/08/george-carlin-elections-give-you.html

I refuse to grieve any longer.  It's debilitating.

The terrible loss will always remain.  But debilitation in the face of an inscrutable enemy is a luxury I can no longer afford.

The war continues...

I am unable to write of dealing with grief when I am in the midst of overwhelming grief.

It's a brutal process of pain, numbness, depression, loneliness and aching loss that will never completely be assuaged.

The well wishes of friends have no effect on the process.  You are immersed in exquisite agony that seems to be endless.  Bouts of confusion, anger, agitation, weeping...all this and more.

In the midst of this brutal truth, you know that this will last a very long time and only time will attenuate, but never fully end, your newfound misery.

So be it.  Unless you are a psychopath, you will grieve over a severe loss.

That's where I am right now.

If I live, I am told I will become stronger.  Fuck that.  I am already strong enough.  I have proved that repeatedly to myself, which, after all, is the one that really matters in this continuous battle for physical and psychological survival.

I will survive, but I will never, ever be the same again.

William Pitt - "Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves."

Need evidence that guns are selling like hotcakes because of Obama's actions?  Read this:

http://www.newser.com/article/da20g4tg0/firearms-industry-thrives-under-obama-presidency-despite-concerns-democrat-would-be-anti-gun.html

It appears my blog has been hacked.  A reader reported it down yesterday for about 40 minutes.  Now, I can access the data on the number of daily hits, but the posts that were read no longer show.

Additionally, the data block used to report problems no longer works.

Seems as if some of the bitches out there don't want me to know what's going on.

So be it.  I will continue.

Lost my best friend last night.  My little dog, suffering from cancer, finally reached the point where I had to do my duty.

Some analysts say dogs only are attentive because the "master" is the pack leader.  After all, regardless of how we have genetically modified them to suit our whims or purposes, they are domesticated wolves.

But the truth is, if you truly offer a dog more than just food, she will return it tenfold.  There is no love like the love of a dog.

Now, I have survived the first thirty hours of grieving.  I am familiar with Kubler-Ross and the five stages of grief.  I said to myself, I won't grieve, because to allow her to continue would only generate suffering.  But I was kidding myself.

I miss her terribly and ever since she was picked up as a near-death refugee from the streets of Miami, I had built my life and my habit patterns around her.

It's the little things that get you when your dog leaves.  If you have suffered the loss of any loved one, you will know what I mean.  If not, I can guarantee you that you have nothing good to look forward to.

Now, I am alone.  I will find me another little refugee who needs a friend, an old man sitting in a small house in a very nondescript Central Florida town with no friends, and enemies and traitors all around.

You can never replace a dog.  You can only get another one to nurture and to love.  You will be repaid by unquestionable loyalty and empathy.  You will be rewarded with love.

The scum only attack at night.

They're truly great Americans, ones whose mothers can be  proud.

They sneak into my house when I'm asleep and pilfer my computer or personal belongings, and occasionally leave little mementos of their nocturnal visits.

What an incredible challenge...to creep an old man's apartment...a 70 year-old guy who is half deaf without hearing aids, blind in one eye, and who sleeps using a sleeping aid, guarded by an easily-intimidated rescued 11 year old Poodle who is in the final stage of terminal cancer.

What courage!  What intrepidity!  What a sublime and difficult challenge to overcome! 

Hell, they could ride skateboards into the place and I would never hear them.

I mean, we're talking A Team types here.  The very best of the best. Elite warriors of the clandestine services. Men of integrity, dedication and boldness.

Know this, scumbags:  If, on the outside chance I ever wake up, I will do my very best to blow your shit all over the walls.

A young man will kick your ass.  An old man will simply kill you.

Any man who fears death has never truly lived.

The worst thing about growing old is that other men no longer see you as dangerous.

And another good one from Bukowski...brilliant guy.

“If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you'll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.”
― Charles Bukowski, Factotum

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”

― Charles Bukowski

"I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I'll quote Ibsen, "The strongest men are the most alone." I've never thought, "Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I'll feel good." No, that won't help. You know the typical crowd, "Wow, it's Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?" Well, yeah. Because there's nothing out there. It's stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I've never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn't want to hide in factories. That's all. Sorry for all the millions, but I've never been lonely. I like myself. I'm the best form of entertainment I have. Let's drink more wine!"
— Charles Bukowski

Benghazigate unravels...

 http://legalinsurrection.com/2012/10/the-libya-lie/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+LegalInsurrection+%28Le%C2%B7gal+In%C2%B7sur%C2%B7rec%C2%B7tion%29

Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance. - Virgil

Just received this from a correspondent...


Message to Veterans

More than 1,000 American soldiers have lost their lives in Afghanistan in the last 27 months. This is more than the combined total of the nine years before.
Thirty have died in August.  During the last month, over 50 additional NATO and US servicemen have been murdered, inside jobs by those who are hired to be a force for good in Afghanistan.
The commander in chief is AWOL. Not a peep, although he ordered the White House flag flown at half staff for the Sikhs that were killed.  There is a deep disgust, a fury, growing in the ranks of the military against the indifferent incompetence of this president. 
It has taken on a dangerous tone. No one knows what to do about him, but the anger runs deep as the deaths continue with no strategic end in sight to the idiocy of this war.
Obama has had 4 years to end this futile insanity, during which time he has vacationed, golfed, campaigned, and generally ignored the plight of our men and women in uniform.
But, there is now a movement afoot in the armed services to launch a massive get out the vote drive against this president. 
Not just current active duty types, but the National Guard, Reserves, the retired, and all other prior service members. This is no small special interest group, but many millions of veterans who can have an enormous impact on the outcome of the November election if they all respond.
The million military retirees in Florida alone could mean an overwhelming victory in that state if they all show up at the polls. It might not keep another one hundred U.S. troops from dying between now and November, but a turn out to vote by the military against this heart breaking lack of leadership can make a powerful statement that hastens a change to the indifference of this shallow little man who just lets our soldiers die.

They're already trying to frame me, so what should I be afraid of?

They keep running inept interrogators at me to try to set me up.

It is so typical.

Make no mistake.  If you speak out, if you are an NRA member, a veteran, a gun owner, vocally support the Constitution, or a squeaky wheel, they will try to grease you.

I'm 70 years old.  I have watched creeping political disaster after disaster overtake this country.

We are reaching a crisis situation of monumental proportions in this country.

All you have to do is pay attention.  Turn off the idiot box, don't listen to the broadcast pundits who parrot the desires of their corporate masters who have vested interests in maintaining the status quo, and think for yourselves.

Spend a bit of your precious time thinking outside the media box.  Do some research.  Check various sources and don't simply trust one.  Absorb the totality of the evidence before making your decision.

"All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."

Never in world history was this more self evident than now.

There are millions of highly pissed-off veterans out here who are quire irritated with Martin Dempsey's pathetic attempts to stifle our free speech, and intrinsic distrust of the Obama administration's increasingly outrageous attempts to slowly and inexorably convert this nation into a police state are increasing exponentially.

This will not stand.

We swore a sacred oath to uphold the Constitution and this oath has no expiration date.

Bad times are ahead for the USA.  It remains to be seen what the eventual outcome will be.

I fervently hope it will be peaceful.

And do not be at all surprised if I suddenly disappear because of posts such as this one.

Hey, sheeple!  Think everything's hunky-dory in the good old USA?  Feeling secure in your beds?  The frog continues to boil...You're the frog.

http://www.maggiesnotebook.com/2012/10/ltc-walther-fitzpatrick-ret-the-growing-obama-police-state/

In defiance of all odds, I turned 70 yesterday.  I cannot believe I have made it this far, watched well over 50 friends and companions pass on, may of whom died violent deaths.  They are not forgotten.

I have no friends in this hick town.  But according to my Facebook postings, I do have many good friends scattered all over the world.  Birthday greetings came in from friends in places as diverse as Australia, Greenland, Africa, Central America, the UK, Pakistan, and people widely scattered all over America.  So it was a great birthday and one that was rewarded in a totally unexpected fashion.

The threat to take me out on my birthday was just that: a  threat.  Anther frigging psyop by the scumbags in a usual, pathetic attempt to disrupt my serenity.  Well, fuck them.  I was just as ready to repel boarders as I always am, and now, officially having reached the age where I have become an unapologetic curmudgeon, they can kiss my Alabama ass.

Copied directly off the FFCHS website.  Hope you don't mine, Derrick, but the more that read it, the better off we are.

Former Supreme Court Justice Louis Brandeis wrote in 1928, the framers of the Constitution sought "to protect Americans in their beliefs, their thoughts, their emotions, and their sensations." It is for this reason that they established, as against the government, the right to be let alone as "the most comprehensive of rights and the right most valued by civilized men."


Millions of people across this country and the globe are being targeted in various ways by a growing number of covert harassment groups. Citizens are being watched, tracked, monitored, harassed, and tortured; their private lives invaded, ruined, and many kept in virtual isolation from friends and family.


FREEDOM FROM COVERT HARASSMENT AND SURVEILLANCE (FFCHS) was formed to address these atrocities and seek justice for those who are victims of harassment group activities which stem from corrupt elements of the US military intelligence and the US investigative agencies, certain defense contractors, corporations, as well as individuals and teams of private citizens.
The Church Committee investigation and hearings of 1975 revealed the existence of secret mind control experimentation programs being conducted by the CIA.  After the hearings, the CIA officially abandoned these programs.  However, whistleblower reports state otherwise and the corroborating accounts of thousands of victims indicate the illegal, non-consensual research continued unabated. The findings of Church Committee Reports revealed widespread privacy rights abuses in the actions of the CIA, FBI, and NSA which ultimately , were not adequately addressed. And nowadays, because of secrecy and lack of congressional oversight during the intervening decades, the research and development of mind control and surveillance technologies have advanced far beyond what most Americans would imagine.  


Associated Organized Stalking Activities:    

• the sense you are being watched and followed everywhere you go.
• You notice consistently rude behavior from people you don't know for no apparent reason.
• You hear excerpts from conversations you had in the privacy of your home coming from people around you.
• You feel that those around you have access to your thoughts. (see *1, *2, below for documentation of this)    
• Relationships and friendships become distant or strained for no apparent reason.
• You experience problems on the job where groups of people are plotting to have you terminated.
• Business deals consistently fall through for no apparent reason.
• You experience vandalism on a regular basis.
• You notice that your things are not in the same place you left them when you left home or some small items may be missing.
• Frequent car repairs.
• Frequent appliance or electronic malfunctions. 

Associated Electronic Assault Activities:

                   (see *3 below for most items in this section)

• Burning sensations on your skin or internal organs.
• You feel pin pricks on various parts of your body.
• You feel some type of energy moving inside your body.
• Extreme head pains.
• You feel drop-in-your-tracks fatigue on a regular basis.
• You continually have difficulty sleeping.
• Forced speech. (see *1 below)
• Uncontrolled-by-you movements of limbs or other body parts.
• You hear the voices of other people inside your mind with no other signs of mental illness.

           

I saw a diagram on a website the other day posted by a brilliant TI.  He has analyzed and broken down the threat structure, of course with some allowances for individual situations, that applies to most TI's involved in neighborhood attacks and disinformation.

He breaks it down thus:

In one dwelling, resides the Liar/Apologist.

In another, the Observer/Attacker.  (He's the bitch who is always doing those irritating breakins when you're out or you're sleeping and steals your stuff or vandalizes your belongings.)

The third dwelling contains the Good Cop, the person who is always friendly and helpful and tries to convince you to trust him.

I have identified all three and their locations.

There are additional individuals on my street who have participated over the couple of years I've been living here, but I have identified the principles.

The couple across the street, who now have a full-time bodyguard, are the liar and the apologist.  He is the liar, and that became blatantly obvious the first time we spoke a few months ago, and his wife, who is the sweet, caring apologist, is always offering up food and information.

I have known from Day One who they are and what they have been doing.  I played along to see just how outrageous the lies would become, and I was not disappointed.  The wife behaves as if she is unaware of her husband's activities.  This, of course, is a big part of the fraud.

The Attacker/Observer lives next door in the adjoining duplex.  He thinks he is well hidden, but I have seen him sneaking out the back twice when he thought he was unobserved.  So I know where he is and what he looks like.

The Good Cop lives down the street.  He's always helpful and friendly, stopping by occasionally to visit the old man down the street, me, who lives with his dying dog.  He has no visible means of support.  That was a huge red flag from the beginning.

There are and have been more individuals involved, but they're either neutralized or have left the area.

Of course, all these entities are linked through a central control point and they interact in different ways.  Many of them are supposed to be TI's themselves who have surrendered to and joined with the handlers in order to become attackers themselves.  This is the worst possible manifestation of the well-known Stockholm Syndrome.

And, additionally, we have the stalkers,  some who's services can be purchased with a case of beer and a fifty dollar bill.  Others are dedicated community vigilantes, ridding their communities of "undesirables." 

Isn't human nature amazing?  Otherwise very ordinary people, many of them of average or below average intelligence, are recruited to participate in a diabolical scheme to attack one isolated, lonely man or woman.

I'm positive that the bodyguard across the street is not on a permanent assignment.  As I have previously mentioned, I was sent an implied thread on my cell phone several weeks ago.  The caller ID showed only my birthdate and read: 1008.  That's a couple of days away.

So I am firmly convinced that the frame is complete and they are doing another head game to cause me to anticipate something that may or may not occur on my birthday.

Whatever he case, bring it on.  I will be 70 on that day.  I've outlived so many, as I have previously mentioned. I have no fear of death. And I will never quit.

It has become a real comedy act across the street. It's an unending source of black comedy.

These small-time dumb-asses have talked themselves into rampant paranoia.

They attacked me.  They attempted to betray me. To enable my destruction.  Nothing less. They declared war against me, and, now that they have been exposed, have apparently become quite fearful.

But I will do nothing to retaliate against them.  Their self-induced fear is their enemy, and if it continues unabated, will enable their own self destruction.

They are their own worst enemies.

I truly pity them.

Fools rush in...

Why do we stay in this country and continue to tolerate the increasing chaos?  It's rapidly becoming a hellhole.  Evidence increases every day that the dollar will collapse within the next year.  What will happen here?  Chaos.  It will make the fall of the Soviet Union seem tame by comparison.  It very well may eventually lead to the Balkanization of the North American continent.

http://jamiehassen.multiply.com/journal/item/715

The TSA isn't about airline security.  It's about operant conditioning.  It's singular purpose is to psychologically condition ordinary Americans into blithely accepting increased government tyranny.  It's all part of the process to condition us to accept deeply personal interferences and intimidation so we can get what we want.  If we are good little boys and girls and allow some shaven-headed thug with barely a 12th grade education to completely strip us of our dignity, they'll allow us to board our flights and go see Aunt Mamie or attend that crucial football game.  All you gotta do is to allow another thug, who may very well be a pedophile, to grope your ten year old daughter to ensure she hasn't got nitro stuffed up her butt.

They're training us like dogs.

Now, isn't this fun?  Is flying really worth it?  They're fervently hoping we will find it not to be worth it and just stay home.

Now, they're even showing up at sporting events.  Bus and train terminals.  When will it stop?  It won't.  Get used to it.  It's part of the new American reality.

Have we become a nation of cowering sheep, allowing the "government" to constantly intrude into the most personal aspects of our lives, all in the name of "security"?  Security from whom?  The answer to that question for all but the most obtuse must be self-evident.

This outrage, along with the radically increased fuel prices, is designed to reduce and restrict our mobility and remove or lessen the threats perceived to exist from the general population by a rampantly paranoid Federal government.

We're getting slowly but inexorably screwed, people, and if you can't see the frog beginning to come to a boil, you are truly blind.

Did the French murder Qaddafi to shut him up?

This is fascinating.  Isn't it strange how the truth always, well...almost always, surfaces after terrible outrages have been committed by those who inhabit the shadows?  A word to the wise.  (And not so wise...)

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2210759/Gaddafi-killed-French-secret-serviceman-orders-Nicolas-Sarkozy-sources-claim.html

Ex TSA Agent:  We steal from travelers all the time...

Isn't the TSA just wonderful?  They grope our children and steal us blind.  Thanks, congressman John Mica, for coming up with such a wonderful idea.

http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.com/

This is a better link:

 http://rt.com/usa/news/tsa-stealing-from-travelers-358/

Many of us have known women like this who stole our hearts, stole our money, and tried to steal our passions.  I survived, but just barely...

This is the power of poetry...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=CRgzFwQPzek&feature=endscreen

I am a passionate man.  I am passionate about my ancient dreams, passionate in my love for dead friends and absent companions, passionate about surviving the hell that my psychotic tormentors subject me to, and passionate about my seething rage at the cowardly stalkers who continuously but unsuccessfully attempt to make me a prisoner in my own home.

I take nothing lightly.

I am a wolf on the prowl.  The war face goes on when I leave my house to go out into this hostile world. Lock and fucking load.  Get grim. Survive. Excel.

In my heart, I seek peace.  Nobody cares.  They want war.  Welcome to my war.

I am an actor in a play I did not create, so I will play my part as I interpret it, not as others wish me to.

Once, there was a time of laughter and love and blue water and blue skies and white sand beaches, dense green jungles and tall pyramids, accompanied by the joy and laughter of my friends.  Now, all that has become a fading but still-remembered dream, a time when I was more aware of my humanity and my ability to love than at any other period during this long, strange trip.

It's been one hell of an experience, this life of mine.

Along the way, I shared the love of many good friends.  They are either dead or scattered or were only fair-weather friends who dispersed like curs at a dead run when the shit hit the fan.

I know more who are dead than who are alive, but when you hit 70, that becomes the way of your world.

But never forget that love is the ultimate reality

Amidst the occasional journeys to the depths of despair, amidst the hostile, painful external stimuli, amidst the hate directed at me, amidst the occasional bouts of seething rage, amidst the treachery of false friends, I will continue to fight to my last breath.

You can take that to the bank.

Intense passion...

"Dreams unwind;
Love is hard to find..."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtPyk8_onO8&feature=related

Passion...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrRVW-p8SJ8&feature=related

Enough of this shit.  To sleep; perchance to dream, or, more likely, tortured in my sleep by demented psychopaths.  That's how it usually turns out.  Either that, or a nocturnal entry, otherwise known as a "creep"  by a creep, or both.

Who cares?  Nobody I know.

Fuck it.

The Russians are really getting off on this crap.  They love to watch the US disintegrate.  They love to watch Obama and his leftists try to institute a social system they themselves proved wouldn't work.  They love to watch the KGB-like American police agencies cut a wide swath through the American people.  They're laughing at us, and with good reason.

This country is rapidly disintegrating.  We have a narcissistic socialist in the White House who sides with Islamists who is trying to hold onto his job, and a filthy rich elitist trying to win it for himself.   We have no choice.  There is no choice. The guy on the street is caught between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. The corruption has become something I thought I would only see in Africa, Asia or Latin America.  Hell, we can teach them all a lesson in how to totally destabilize a society.

Nobody really has any respect for law anymore.  We watch the politicians and police agencies make a mockery of our laws and there are now so many laws on various books that one can't leave his home without violating one to two, barely before he gets his car started.

Rumblings of revolution are well under way. The country is pretty well split right down the middle. The Feds are trying to make domestic terrorists out of anyone who owns binoculars, guns, stores food, supports the Constitution, or is a military veteran.  They're scared shitless that the sheeple will finally rise up and have them all for breakfast.

The noisemakers like me will be the very first to go. But I'm old and I don't count. The ones they have to worry about are the quiet ones.  The ones totally under the radar who are loading up rounds and quietly sharpening their knives, the ones they never see.

DHS has ordered 1.2 billion rounds of ammo.  Who they gonna shoot?  Us. The American people. That's who.  That is, if the military goes along with it, which is highly debatable, and 20 million pissed off deer hunters don't blow them all away first.

It's insane.  We're already through the looking glass.  It's madness and it is slowly spiraling out of control.

I only hope I won't be here to see what finally happens.  The very last thing I want to see is my beloved country disintegrate.  But I fear that it will.  And there seems to be nothing that anyone can do about it.  It's enough to make you sick.

"Shooting is a frangible skill."
                          Capt. Richard Marcinko, USN, (Ret.), CO of the original SEAL Team Six.

I proved that to be correct yesterday.  Hadn't been to the range in six months with my rifles.  My groups have opened up a bit and I am not quite as comfortable on the rifle as I should be.  Expert shooting requires the shooter to access the Zone.

Gonna work on that, soon, particularly given the current economic and political situations.  For all practical purposes, I'm 70 years old.  I've never seen anything like what's going on right now.  Even during the 60's people weren't arming themselves, buying guns by the car load.  Hell, you can only shoot one at a time...

It's scary, going to the range on a Sunday.  The pistol side is packed.  By 11:00 AM, there's a waiting line for the seven, fifteen and 25 yard posts.  Half of the shooters, at least, couldn't hit a bull in the ass with a bass fiddle, much less a handgun. Some of these people are a danger unto themselves.  Scary.

There is no doubt that there is and has been a clandestine op occurring cross the street.

The new boarder is and has taken every possible precaution to prevent me from observing her, both night and day. 

If it looks, quacks, and walks like a duck, it damned sure ain't a falcon.

The sharks continue to circle...

To know what you know and to know what you don't know, that is real wisdom. ~ Confucius

Found while browsing...  Food for thought...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpP8MsN-CIA&feature=youtu.be

         To The Enemy


Blasted awake at midnight EDT.  Under constant attack.

Thieves, stalkers, torturers, psychotic thugs, mercenaries.

I don't seek pity.  Just a place for self-expression, and that place is here.

I'm sure some of what I write infuriates the scum.  Tough shit.  I, also, am infuriated by your completely illegal and inhumane outrages you commit on my body daily, and also upon my mind.

I do not fear you, as I do not fear death.

I am approaching 70.  It's been a long, hard road, punctuated with periods of absolute exhilaration and total bliss.

So what will be will be.  In fifty years, it won't matter to any of those alive, neither friends nor enemies, because we will all have passed into the ephemeral cloud of the past, unnoticed, unremarked, and unmourned.

So be it.  It is the way of the world and what we do here, you scum that read this, and me who refuses to surrender to you, will be gone.  It's unimportant.

I know my place in the scheme of things.  You should take a very hard look at yours.

Last night I was robbed of $50.00.  That may not sound like much to you, but to me, living on a fixed income, that represents fuel, food and medication.

And I was robbed while I was in the shower!

I left my wallet in my pants on my bed and took a shower.  Later, when I hit Walmart for groceries and went to pay, I noticed that fifty bucks had been removed.  Two twenties and a ten.

The reason I know that this occurred during my shower is that when I picked up a pair of socks layed out on the bed next to my pants, a nickle fell out of the socks.  It was a calling card.  The bitches usually leave a calling card in the form of a coin or something similar when they enter the place.  So that nickel was the calling card.  I certainly didn't stuff a nickle in my socks when I laid them out.

It takes a real lowlife scumbag to steal an old man's Social Security money, but, of course, we are dealing with the lowest life forms on the planet.  Utter scumbags.  Thugs.  Mercenary scum.

And today, when the lawn service guys came over to mow, they discovered a 4.5 foot long water moccasin in my back yard.  He took off when they alerted me and I sent a couple of  rounds after him to speed him on his way and missed.

One thing I do know:  if I ever catch one of these scumbags in my home, I will do my very dead level best to blow his shit all over the walls.  Two center of mass and one to the head.  The old Rhodesian triple-tap.  Works great.  When you hit him with a .45 ACP, it is really devastating.  Elapsed time: one second.

So beware, scumbags.  If I catch you in here, you're fucking dead.

“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
― Mark Twain

“You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.”
― C.S. Lewis

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan

“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou

 

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
― H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You



 

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt, This is My Story

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”
― Albert Einstein



Last night I was robbed of $50.00.  That may not sound like much to you, but to me, living on a fixed income, that represents fuel, food and medication.

And I was robbed while I was in the shower!

I left my wallet in my pants on my bed and took a shower.  Later, when I hit Walmart for groceries and went to pay, I noticed that fifty bucks had been removed.  Two twenties and a ten.

The reason I know that this occurred during my shower is that when I picked up a pair of socks layed out on the bed next to my pants, a nickle fell out of the socks.  It was a calling card.  The bitches usually leave a calling card in the form of a coin or something similar when they enter the place.  So that nickel was the calling card.  I certainly didn't stuff a nickle in my socks when I laid them out.

It takes a real lowlife scumbag to steal an old man's Social Security money, but, of course, we are dealing with the lowest life forms on the planet.  Utter scumbags.  Thugs.  Mercenary scum.

And today, when the lawn service guys came over to mow, they discovered a 4.5 foot long water moccasin in my back yard.  He took off when they alerted me and I sent a couple of  rounds after him to speed him on his way and missed.

One thing I do know:  if I ever catch one of these scumbags in my home, I will do my very dead level best to blow his shit all over the walls.  Two center of mass and one to the head.  The old Rhodesian triple-tap.  Works great.  When you hit him with a .45 ACP, it really works great.  Elapsed time: one second.

So beware, scumbags.  If I catch you in here, you're fucking dead.