Anybody need a smile? Here's an interesting story. I've spent a lot of time at sea and along various seashores, and the cormorant is one of the most interesting sea birds out there. Here's a good story on one in South America...
http://www.upi.com/Science_News/2012/07/31/Sea-bird-turns-superbird-on-camera/UPI-85421343778155/
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
If you haven't read Ernest Hemingway's book, The Old Man And The Sea, I highly recommend it.
To some, it is a fish story. To those who look deeper, it is a narration of a man at battle with himself. He is pushed to the absolute limit of his skill and endurance, and, after apparently scoring a tremendous victory while totally alone, he is robbed of his prize by sharks. Yet, he perseveres and he is the only one alive who is aware of the devastating battle he has so recently fought.
Hemingway's underlying theme is man can be defeated, but not destroyed. Conversely, the story also affirms that man can be destroyed, but not defeated.
Hemingway was a flawed individual, as all of us are. Yet, he created some of the most memorable literature ever to emanate from America. When I occasionally reread one of his works, the words invade my soul as beautifully as they did on the first reading.
He won the Nobel Prize for Literature for the compendium of his writings and for introducing an altogether new style in fiction.
That, of course, was during the days when the Nobel actually meant something.
To some, it is a fish story. To those who look deeper, it is a narration of a man at battle with himself. He is pushed to the absolute limit of his skill and endurance, and, after apparently scoring a tremendous victory while totally alone, he is robbed of his prize by sharks. Yet, he perseveres and he is the only one alive who is aware of the devastating battle he has so recently fought.
Hemingway's underlying theme is man can be defeated, but not destroyed. Conversely, the story also affirms that man can be destroyed, but not defeated.
Hemingway was a flawed individual, as all of us are. Yet, he created some of the most memorable literature ever to emanate from America. When I occasionally reread one of his works, the words invade my soul as beautifully as they did on the first reading.
He won the Nobel Prize for Literature for the compendium of his writings and for introducing an altogether new style in fiction.
That, of course, was during the days when the Nobel actually meant something.
I've been watching the Olympic reruns this evening. Women's gymnastics and men's swimming.
Those young people are truly inspirational, regardless of which flag they perform under.
The consummate skill and total dedication that is required to rise to the top of the list takes a level of effort and personal integrity that few of us can really appreciate.
In this world of constant war and unbridled chaos we're living in, run by card-carrying elitist psychotics, it is truly inspiring to watch them succeed.
I wish them long lives and happiness.
Those young people are truly inspirational, regardless of which flag they perform under.
The consummate skill and total dedication that is required to rise to the top of the list takes a level of effort and personal integrity that few of us can really appreciate.
In this world of constant war and unbridled chaos we're living in, run by card-carrying elitist psychotics, it is truly inspiring to watch them succeed.
I wish them long lives and happiness.
For many years, I was a Freight Dog. Freight Dogs are the reason your overnight packages arrive and your trophies from your latest safari in Tanzania arrive in a week. We haul freight. No flight attendants to bring us coffee in the cockpit. No pretty ladies smiling at us as they exit the aircraft at the trip's conclusion. There is one great thing about it, though. Boxes don't bitch.
You rarely ever see us. Maybe you'll notice a pilot in an unfamiliar uniform walking through an airport terminal building, carrying a flight bag and maybe dragging a suitcase.
The reason is that while you are asleep, we are awake. We can be found up there in the night sky at 35,000 feet or therabouts, in DC-8's, 757's, 767's, 747's, or MD-80's along the North Atlantic Tracks, or skirting the Aleutians on routes to and from Asia, or cruising the airways above your country that you are totally unaware of; highways in the sky. We travel those highways every night, heading into the sunrise at over 500 miles per hour, and you never know we're there.
We work long hours. We'll fly a 747 from Johannesburg to Amsterdam, using two flight crews and stopping midpoint at somewhere like Lagos for fuel and a crew change.
We are usually sleep-deprived. Often, we are so tired that when we awake in some strange hotel room, we might have to look at the notepad by the bed to recall what hotel we are sleeping in.
I spent much of my flying career doing this and finally burned out.
The heavy targeting began a year after I hung it up and has continued ever since.
I guess the point of all this rambling is that I am usually awake all night and sleep for much of the day. I am nocturnal. This doesn't stop the hammering they're giving me, though. I just awoke about 1800 hrs Eastern Daylight time in the states with my head feeling as if it would explode.
They're slowly killing me. They simply don't have the balls to shoot me, although in a previous entry I mentioned the obvious set up they created using the sweat hog/useful idiot who lives across the street.
Most are psychopaths, employed by other, more powerful and wealthy psychopaths. They simply don't have the ability to empathize. But some are not. And, according to what I have read, many end their lives in some psychiatric hospital, delusional, babbling, and tormented by what they have done. So maybe there is some justice, after all.
So I'm awake now for the next night of isolation, but I do not mind it, as most of my old flying buddies are dead. Night flying on long routes is one of the most isolated professions one may engage in. I loved it.
We're really dropping. It's that time in our lives to say goodbye forever and also to reflect on what wonderful lives we led and what great experiences we had on those routes all over this beautiful world.
Nothing these psychopaths can do, stealing little mementos of my past, hammering me electronically, or the usual stalking and attempts to betray me, can change the wonderful experiences I underwent and the remarkable people I worked with during my career. It has been an incredible trip.
You rarely ever see us. Maybe you'll notice a pilot in an unfamiliar uniform walking through an airport terminal building, carrying a flight bag and maybe dragging a suitcase.
The reason is that while you are asleep, we are awake. We can be found up there in the night sky at 35,000 feet or therabouts, in DC-8's, 757's, 767's, 747's, or MD-80's along the North Atlantic Tracks, or skirting the Aleutians on routes to and from Asia, or cruising the airways above your country that you are totally unaware of; highways in the sky. We travel those highways every night, heading into the sunrise at over 500 miles per hour, and you never know we're there.
We work long hours. We'll fly a 747 from Johannesburg to Amsterdam, using two flight crews and stopping midpoint at somewhere like Lagos for fuel and a crew change.
We are usually sleep-deprived. Often, we are so tired that when we awake in some strange hotel room, we might have to look at the notepad by the bed to recall what hotel we are sleeping in.
I spent much of my flying career doing this and finally burned out.
The heavy targeting began a year after I hung it up and has continued ever since.
I guess the point of all this rambling is that I am usually awake all night and sleep for much of the day. I am nocturnal. This doesn't stop the hammering they're giving me, though. I just awoke about 1800 hrs Eastern Daylight time in the states with my head feeling as if it would explode.
They're slowly killing me. They simply don't have the balls to shoot me, although in a previous entry I mentioned the obvious set up they created using the sweat hog/useful idiot who lives across the street.
Most are psychopaths, employed by other, more powerful and wealthy psychopaths. They simply don't have the ability to empathize. But some are not. And, according to what I have read, many end their lives in some psychiatric hospital, delusional, babbling, and tormented by what they have done. So maybe there is some justice, after all.
So I'm awake now for the next night of isolation, but I do not mind it, as most of my old flying buddies are dead. Night flying on long routes is one of the most isolated professions one may engage in. I loved it.
We're really dropping. It's that time in our lives to say goodbye forever and also to reflect on what wonderful lives we led and what great experiences we had on those routes all over this beautiful world.
Nothing these psychopaths can do, stealing little mementos of my past, hammering me electronically, or the usual stalking and attempts to betray me, can change the wonderful experiences I underwent and the remarkable people I worked with during my career. It has been an incredible trip.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
If this doesn't get your attention, you're brain-dead...
http://lewrockwell.com/whitehead/whitehead50.1.html
Citizens of the UK have become totally subservient to the governemnt. They have been disarmed and now live their lives under constant government surveillance. That is what the elitists have planned for us here in the US.
Since the Aurora, Colorado shooting, the usual suspects are howling from the rooftops for more "gun control." Chicago is a great example of a place where strict gun ownership laws have effectively turned the general population into a mass group of victims. The states of Florida and Texas are two examples where the individual ownership and concealed carrying of weapons have been an unqualified success.
Yet, senators like the notorious Charles Schumer and the equally notorious Diane Feinstein (who, by the way, carries a concealed handgun for her own protection), howl for more restrictive laws against private firearms ownership.
They intend to convert America into a nation populated by sheep, two-legged hamburgers walking around, waiting to be eaten.
Well, we shall see...
The majority of the people of the United States of America do not intend to become slaves, any more than we already are.
http://lewrockwell.com/whitehead/whitehead50.1.html
Citizens of the UK have become totally subservient to the governemnt. They have been disarmed and now live their lives under constant government surveillance. That is what the elitists have planned for us here in the US.
Since the Aurora, Colorado shooting, the usual suspects are howling from the rooftops for more "gun control." Chicago is a great example of a place where strict gun ownership laws have effectively turned the general population into a mass group of victims. The states of Florida and Texas are two examples where the individual ownership and concealed carrying of weapons have been an unqualified success.
Yet, senators like the notorious Charles Schumer and the equally notorious Diane Feinstein (who, by the way, carries a concealed handgun for her own protection), howl for more restrictive laws against private firearms ownership.
They intend to convert America into a nation populated by sheep, two-legged hamburgers walking around, waiting to be eaten.
Well, we shall see...
The majority of the people of the United States of America do not intend to become slaves, any more than we already are.
Can you believe it? I don't have much of a readership base, the subject being so unbelievable to most of those not directly involved in this horror, but my greatest number of hits come from Russia. I find that fascinating. Too bad some of those people don't see fit to leave comments, but perhaps their (your) situation dictates that you cannot.
When I began writing this thing, mainly just to vent my anger and outrage at what is happening to me and so many others, I figured most of the audience would be stateside. That is not the case and I find it very interesting. I only hope that some people reading my rants, comments and observations gain some measure of relief, awareness and encouragement from this holocaust that is being perpetrated against us.
When I began writing this thing, mainly just to vent my anger and outrage at what is happening to me and so many others, I figured most of the audience would be stateside. That is not the case and I find it very interesting. I only hope that some people reading my rants, comments and observations gain some measure of relief, awareness and encouragement from this holocaust that is being perpetrated against us.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
I've had a couple of satisfying experiences during the past week, but I can't expound upon them here. The reptiles are faithful followers and there is no reason to tip my hand. I have learned a lot.When you're dealing with psychopathic scum like these, small victories are to be cherished. They are aware of one and, as a result, I have been getting hammered by DEW attacks every time I've gone to sleep during the past week. Losers don't like to lose again, but when they recruit abject fools to do their bidding, the responsibility for their failure lies directly upon their own scaly heads.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
The Aurora post-shooting analysis by a skilled and curious individual. It is looking more and more like a set-up as time passes. Judge for yourself.
http://willyloman.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/aurora-massacre-what-does-the-location-of-the-gas-mask-tell-us-what-about-security-cameras-are-they-related/
http://willyloman.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/aurora-massacre-what-does-the-location-of-the-gas-mask-tell-us-what-about-security-cameras-are-they-related/
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
TI's should constantly assess their vulnerabilities and take appropriate action. These include, but are not limited to loneliness, isolation, fear, and sadness. Constant stalking and electronic harassment tremendously increases these vulnerabilities, with the long term goal of making you vulnerable to total manipulation.
Immediately distrust anyone who suddenly enters your life and offers you respite. The handlers will use this person to gain your trust and confidence. Suddenly, you will experience relief from some of the torment that has been plaguing you for so long. Your natural instinct is to want to trust this person or persons. Sometimes, it is a single individual. Occasionally, it is a couple.
You have very likely just allowed a cobra to crawl into your bed.
Make a total assessment of the potential threat. Take all their words and actions into one context and ask yourself, what does this really mean? You desperately want to believe this new acquaintance is actually there to help. They know that. They're betting on it.
Assess the totality of the evidence, regardless if it contradicts your personal beliefs. You are a target. As harsh as it sounds, you can trust no one.
Remember...if it looks too good to be true, it very likely is.
If there is any doubt, there is no doubt. Break off all contact. Run like hell.
No matter how scared and alone you are, regardless of the pain these sadists inflict, never quit!
Immediately distrust anyone who suddenly enters your life and offers you respite. The handlers will use this person to gain your trust and confidence. Suddenly, you will experience relief from some of the torment that has been plaguing you for so long. Your natural instinct is to want to trust this person or persons. Sometimes, it is a single individual. Occasionally, it is a couple.
You have very likely just allowed a cobra to crawl into your bed.
Make a total assessment of the potential threat. Take all their words and actions into one context and ask yourself, what does this really mean? You desperately want to believe this new acquaintance is actually there to help. They know that. They're betting on it.
Assess the totality of the evidence, regardless if it contradicts your personal beliefs. You are a target. As harsh as it sounds, you can trust no one.
Remember...if it looks too good to be true, it very likely is.
If there is any doubt, there is no doubt. Break off all contact. Run like hell.
No matter how scared and alone you are, regardless of the pain these sadists inflict, never quit!
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
It is a common misconception that dangerous people are the grungy, tattooed apparently anti-social types we often come into contact with. In fact, the people who are potentially the most dangerous to us personally are the ones we think we know.
I have been threatened with great harm and put in great danger by those individuals who did the most to appear personable and trustworthy, flattering and generous. That is who you have to distrust the most.
As I have written several time before, beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
There's a lot of good information out there on sources and methods. Experts have published tons of very useful stuff that you can use to protect yourself from useful idiots and pros, as well.
Knowledge is power.
Know your enemy.
If there is any doubt, there is no doubt.
I have been threatened with great harm and put in great danger by those individuals who did the most to appear personable and trustworthy, flattering and generous. That is who you have to distrust the most.
As I have written several time before, beware of Greeks bearing gifts.
There's a lot of good information out there on sources and methods. Experts have published tons of very useful stuff that you can use to protect yourself from useful idiots and pros, as well.
Knowledge is power.
Know your enemy.
If there is any doubt, there is no doubt.
Guns are selling like popcorn in Colorado. Guess some of the sheeple are becoming people, having realized that, in fact, like it or not, you're on your own out there...
http://content.usatoday.com/communities/ondeadline/post/2012/07/buyers-flock-to-gun-stores-in-colorado-after-rampage/1
BTW, an interesting read...Dial 911 And Die...
http://www.amazon.com/Dial-911-Die-Richard-Stevens/dp/0964230445/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1343172485&sr=1-1&keywords=call+911+and+die
http://content.usatoday.com/communities/ondeadline/post/2012/07/buyers-flock-to-gun-stores-in-colorado-after-rampage/1
BTW, an interesting read...Dial 911 And Die...
http://www.amazon.com/Dial-911-Die-Richard-Stevens/dp/0964230445/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1343172485&sr=1-1&keywords=call+911+and+die
Monday, July 23, 2012
There's this female living across the street from me who is in bed with these thugs up to her triple chin.They know I despise the treacherous bitch. They have thugs living in there with her, which could be compared to doing hard time with an invertebrate.
So last night, I'm out walking my dog. I was illuminated by two bright street lights almost directly over head and backlighted by the exterior lights on a house that was behind me.
So what happens? At 1:15 AM, they march this slug out into the shadows like a big, fat sitting duck. She came out and all I could really see was the flare from her lighter as she lit a cigarette, which makes her even more stupid than the average no-necker who inhabits this crummy little town. Initially, I couldn't determine if she was actually a she. She has almost no definitive shape at all, other than that of a blob, being one of those disgusting Americans who are monuments to obesity.
Did these consummate fools actually believe that I would lose it and take a shot at her? Obviously.
Why? I have no reason to fire on her. Just because she has been used by these people like a piece of bathroom tissue offers no direct threat to my life, or puts me in danger of great bodily harm.
I think the actual reason was a deliberate attempt to kill me.
Here I am, lit up like a new car exhibit, and there she is, heavily shadowed so indistinctly that I initially could not determine her sex, (such as it is.) Naturally, some asshole had me crosshaired from inside the residence or from a hide adjacent to the building, and was waiting for me to go for it. I just stood there and stared at the dumb bitch for about two minutes, marveling at the total stupidity of the brilliant tactician who would attempt to lure me into initiating an exchange.
Just because these psychopaths are omnipresent doesn't mean they have the intellectual capacity of a snail. I just called my dog and strolled home, laughing all the way.
And, of course, because I laughed at the fools, they hammered the shit out of me electronically when I went to bed. They really hit me hard. When you ridicule them, they get all mad. My, my.
They're such pussies. They act like spoiled little girls. And they are incredibly stupid.
So don't think you have any mental giants out there attacking you. Half of them couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were printed on the heel.
So last night, I'm out walking my dog. I was illuminated by two bright street lights almost directly over head and backlighted by the exterior lights on a house that was behind me.
So what happens? At 1:15 AM, they march this slug out into the shadows like a big, fat sitting duck. She came out and all I could really see was the flare from her lighter as she lit a cigarette, which makes her even more stupid than the average no-necker who inhabits this crummy little town. Initially, I couldn't determine if she was actually a she. She has almost no definitive shape at all, other than that of a blob, being one of those disgusting Americans who are monuments to obesity.
Did these consummate fools actually believe that I would lose it and take a shot at her? Obviously.
Why? I have no reason to fire on her. Just because she has been used by these people like a piece of bathroom tissue offers no direct threat to my life, or puts me in danger of great bodily harm.
I think the actual reason was a deliberate attempt to kill me.
Here I am, lit up like a new car exhibit, and there she is, heavily shadowed so indistinctly that I initially could not determine her sex, (such as it is.) Naturally, some asshole had me crosshaired from inside the residence or from a hide adjacent to the building, and was waiting for me to go for it. I just stood there and stared at the dumb bitch for about two minutes, marveling at the total stupidity of the brilliant tactician who would attempt to lure me into initiating an exchange.
Just because these psychopaths are omnipresent doesn't mean they have the intellectual capacity of a snail. I just called my dog and strolled home, laughing all the way.
And, of course, because I laughed at the fools, they hammered the shit out of me electronically when I went to bed. They really hit me hard. When you ridicule them, they get all mad. My, my.
They're such pussies. They act like spoiled little girls. And they are incredibly stupid.
So don't think you have any mental giants out there attacking you. Half of them couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were printed on the heel.
A Gun Law Paradox
I
must pose a question or two, to those who think that the illegalization
of any firearm would solve problems like the horrible tragedy suffered
by those unfortunate theater patrons in Aurora, Colorado. Such logic has
led to the birth of statements following the same manner of comparison
like; automobiles are responsible for vehicular homicide, and so on...
The anti-gun community generally hates these statements although they
follow the exact logic they are using to condemn gun ownership. Any
person who is at peace with the notion of cold-blooded murder does not
care whether his firearm was acquired or carried, or used legally. Thus,
anti-gun laws will only protect law-abiding citizens from law-abiding
citizens. The common criminal, through actions that have defined him as
criminal, acts in spite of law. He has expressed his intention to be
lawless therefore, the weight of the laws restrictions rest solely on
the Lawful Citizen.
A
case in point that supports my claim is the very fact that the
murderer’s house was booby trapped with explosives. Now call me crazy,
but the last time I checked, making booby traps with high explosives was
illegal. Most of those whom will read this wouldn't make explosive
booby traps because you are law abiding citizens. I wouldn't do it
either because I am a law abiding citizen as well. Did the standing law
stop this man from acquiring the required materials and making these
explosive booby traps anyway? If he wouldn’t have
confessed to the existence of these traps, would the law have protected
the lives of those who would have fallen victim to the blast? I think
this serves as another piece of fine evidence suggesting that someone
who is bent on committing such crimes will do so, no matter whether you
make the tools illegal to possess or not.
We
see this formula all the time. We only need to substitute the factors
in this equation with one like “cocaine,” for instance. This substance
has been illegal for many years. Have we seen a decrease in users, or in
availability for purchase? Truthfully, how effective vs costly have our
anti-drug laws been? Now don’t get me wrong, I do not intend to
advocate cocaine use, as it is a highly dangerous and addictive drug,
with no real medical applications outside of anesthesia. I’m just
suggesting that any criminalization of firearms would produce a similar
result to what we see with “the war on drugs.” Citizens who intend to
obey the law would be without protection. Criminals by their very nature
operate outside of the law, and will source weapons by any means
necessary, just like cocaine. As a result, who would be
affected by government anti-gun legislation, the law abiding citizen, or
the criminal who doesn't give a damn about the law in the first place?
I
will concede that I am not the greatest military tactician that ever
lived, but my experience is well above average. I am an U.S. Army
infantry veteran and long-time firearms enthusiast. With nearly two
decades of tactical shooting experience, I feel confident in making the
following statement. If there had been just one armed and appropriately
trained citizen in this scenario, there is a great likelihood that there
would be less than 12 fatalities resulting from this horrific event.
I
feel it should be obvious to those who have a keen eye for all things
apparent; that the answer doesn’t lie with fewer guns in circulation. It
lies with more law abiding citizens who own firearms, and have a solid
foundation in firearms education. I just wish the
“anti-gun crowd” would abstain from their impetuous “spraying and
praying,” and open their eyes and ears so that they might focus on the
real threats to the American way of life. As the old adage would
suggest, “If you outlaw guns, only outlaws will have guns.” This is
adage is repeated often, as it is undisputable, and it IS the bottom
line.
-Christopher A. MannSunday, July 22, 2012
If you wish to become a mass murderer, don't get fancy. The Aurora, Colorado shooter's AR 15 jammed. That very likely saved many lives. The jam was apparently caused by that 100 round drum magazine he was using. Anyone who has any experience with weapons like the AR 15/M 16 knows crap like that doesn't work. That is after-market, gun-store-commando junk. He was an intellectual, or so it is said, but he didn't know shit from Shinola about his weapons system. Thankfully.
There was carnage in that theater, and I have no idea why the guy went off. I doubt if anyone does. The ones who keep numbers on incidents such as this say they have not increased in frequency over the period that records have been kept. But if that magazine had fed properly, the toll would have been appalling, rather than horrible.
We can think whatever gods we believe in that he didn't have a Kalashnikov. They work first time, every time. You see them everywhere in Africa. Most of them have never been stripped and cleaned. But they work. One even appears emblazoned on the Zimbabwean national flag.
Off topic, but what really gets to me is the little girl who was killed. This guy is a baby-killer. Nothing lower in the pecking order than people who kill children. And, what was she doing there in the first place? That film, according to several reviews I have read, is nothing less than sadistic. Murder and mayhem throughout. I know this: I would never have brought my daughter to a movie like that at midnight, or any other time. Kids don't need to see that crap. Things are bad enough as it is. And now she's gone. That's beyond tragic. That's on the scale of that asshole McVeigh who killed those kids in Oklahoma City. Or Waco, where six children were burned to death. There can be no justification for this. None whatsoever.
There was carnage in that theater, and I have no idea why the guy went off. I doubt if anyone does. The ones who keep numbers on incidents such as this say they have not increased in frequency over the period that records have been kept. But if that magazine had fed properly, the toll would have been appalling, rather than horrible.
We can think whatever gods we believe in that he didn't have a Kalashnikov. They work first time, every time. You see them everywhere in Africa. Most of them have never been stripped and cleaned. But they work. One even appears emblazoned on the Zimbabwean national flag.
Off topic, but what really gets to me is the little girl who was killed. This guy is a baby-killer. Nothing lower in the pecking order than people who kill children. And, what was she doing there in the first place? That film, according to several reviews I have read, is nothing less than sadistic. Murder and mayhem throughout. I know this: I would never have brought my daughter to a movie like that at midnight, or any other time. Kids don't need to see that crap. Things are bad enough as it is. And now she's gone. That's beyond tragic. That's on the scale of that asshole McVeigh who killed those kids in Oklahoma City. Or Waco, where six children were burned to death. There can be no justification for this. None whatsoever.
Well, I called it. When I wrote a few days ago that I would be attacked for finally exposing the current useful idiot, I was right. The DEW attacks have begun again in earnest. The last three nights have been a bitch.
These slime-suckers perform just like little kids. Expose them and they throw temper tantrums. After undergoing over 33 years of this crap, I can very accurately predict their next moves. They are actually a high-technology equipped bunch of simpletons and they prove it almost every day.
But I have known for months who their local pet turd is because he is such an ignorant and pathetic liar he blew his cover the first day out. I finally got tired of toying with him. Asshole ran a paint store for 50 years and wants to be a counterspy.
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. James Thurber, 1939. Ka-pockita pockita pockita ...
These slime-suckers perform just like little kids. Expose them and they throw temper tantrums. After undergoing over 33 years of this crap, I can very accurately predict their next moves. They are actually a high-technology equipped bunch of simpletons and they prove it almost every day.
But I have known for months who their local pet turd is because he is such an ignorant and pathetic liar he blew his cover the first day out. I finally got tired of toying with him. Asshole ran a paint store for 50 years and wants to be a counterspy.
The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. James Thurber, 1939. Ka-pockita pockita pockita ...
I cannot count the times my various dwellings have been burglarized and items stolen, beginning around 1983. Both petty theft and grand theft have been committed.
It Florida, where I have lived or been based out of during my flying career that spanned over thirty years, burglary is a forcible felony, authorizing by law the use of deadly force to prevent.
Yet, these slimeballs break in and have been breaking into my home with total impunity. They are repeat felons. They all should be doing hard time in the state prison system. But they continue their outrages.
I only hope that one day, I get lucky and catch one in the act. It will be the very worst, and very likely the last, day of his pathetic life.
It Florida, where I have lived or been based out of during my flying career that spanned over thirty years, burglary is a forcible felony, authorizing by law the use of deadly force to prevent.
Yet, these slimeballs break in and have been breaking into my home with total impunity. They are repeat felons. They all should be doing hard time in the state prison system. But they continue their outrages.
I only hope that one day, I get lucky and catch one in the act. It will be the very worst, and very likely the last, day of his pathetic life.
When Chris Christie, the Governor of the state of New Jersey, says the Great American Drug War is toast, he is not to be taken lightly. He is arguably the most conservative Republican on the American scene. He is not to be taken lightly...
http://www.nationalreview.com/articles/310104/drug-war-recedes-rich-lowry
There is no simple, uncluttered answer to the drug problem that is destabilizing much of the Western Hemisphere. Arguments for both prohibition and legalization are put forth. No definite conclusions can be drawn.
But the fact remains that Mexico, because of the violence and corruption that exists there, has almost joined the list of failed states. Countries in Central America are also being heavily destabilized by gangs involved in the marketing and transshipment of drugs from South America.
I wish there was a simple answer. Many Americans look for simple answers to highly complex questions. They do not exist.
One devastating thing that has occurred in the US because of the War On Drugs is the militarization of most police forces. Almost all have SWAT teams, many jurisdictions have their own aircraft, and some even have purchased armored vehicles. I don't know anyone who really trusts the cops anymore.
So many clumsy mistakes have been made by various local police forces in their zeal to capture a drug dealer, often resulting in the deaths of innocent people, that it is barely mentioned in the popular press any longer. These outrages are the direct result of the erroneous concept that morality can be legislated in a free society. We have lost many of our heretofore normally accepted freedoms because of arbitrary police actions. Two people were killed by police in Florida this past week because the cops had the wrong house and forced their way inside, killing innocent, uninvolved homeowners who mistakenly thought they were victims of home invasion robberies. And, of course, the cops scurry around seeking alibis and attempt to avoid responsibility for their crimes.
So really? Who can trust the cops anymore?
It's just another sign of the times.
http://www.nationalreview.com/articles/310104/drug-war-recedes-rich-lowry
There is no simple, uncluttered answer to the drug problem that is destabilizing much of the Western Hemisphere. Arguments for both prohibition and legalization are put forth. No definite conclusions can be drawn.
But the fact remains that Mexico, because of the violence and corruption that exists there, has almost joined the list of failed states. Countries in Central America are also being heavily destabilized by gangs involved in the marketing and transshipment of drugs from South America.
I wish there was a simple answer. Many Americans look for simple answers to highly complex questions. They do not exist.
One devastating thing that has occurred in the US because of the War On Drugs is the militarization of most police forces. Almost all have SWAT teams, many jurisdictions have their own aircraft, and some even have purchased armored vehicles. I don't know anyone who really trusts the cops anymore.
So many clumsy mistakes have been made by various local police forces in their zeal to capture a drug dealer, often resulting in the deaths of innocent people, that it is barely mentioned in the popular press any longer. These outrages are the direct result of the erroneous concept that morality can be legislated in a free society. We have lost many of our heretofore normally accepted freedoms because of arbitrary police actions. Two people were killed by police in Florida this past week because the cops had the wrong house and forced their way inside, killing innocent, uninvolved homeowners who mistakenly thought they were victims of home invasion robberies. And, of course, the cops scurry around seeking alibis and attempt to avoid responsibility for their crimes.
So really? Who can trust the cops anymore?
It's just another sign of the times.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
London Olympics gearing up to become a major clusterfuck...
http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.ch/2012/07/the-olympic-spirit-british-style-when.html
Not only that, but the Israelis are very actively hunting an Islamist hit team, all with indigenous European profiles One member is supposedly carrying an American passport, who blew town like a scalded dog after the bus bombing in Burgas, Bulgaria. Think I'll stay home and watch it on TV...
http://www.haaretz.com/news/diplomacy-defense/report-israel-fears-iranian-terror-attack-at-london-2012-olympics-1.452699
http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.ch/2012/07/the-olympic-spirit-british-style-when.html
Not only that, but the Israelis are very actively hunting an Islamist hit team, all with indigenous European profiles One member is supposedly carrying an American passport, who blew town like a scalded dog after the bus bombing in Burgas, Bulgaria. Think I'll stay home and watch it on TV...
http://www.haaretz.com/news/diplomacy-defense/report-israel-fears-iranian-terror-attack-at-london-2012-olympics-1.452699
Florida stalking law...
http://statelaws.findlaw.com/florida-law/florida-stalking-laws.html
And...
http://www.leg.state.fl.us/statutes/index.cfm?mode=View%20Statutes&SubMenu=1&App_mode=Display_Statute&Search_String=stalking&URL=0700-0799/0784/Sections/0784.048.html
And the definition of a forcible felony...note aggravated stalking is a forcible felony...
http://www.jacksonvillecriminalattorneyblog.com/2009/02/what_is_a_forcible_felony_in_f.html
http://statelaws.findlaw.com/florida-law/florida-stalking-laws.html
And...
http://www.leg.state.fl.us/statutes/index.cfm?mode=View%20Statutes&SubMenu=1&App_mode=Display_Statute&Search_String=stalking&URL=0700-0799/0784/Sections/0784.048.html
And the definition of a forcible felony...note aggravated stalking is a forcible felony...
http://www.jacksonvillecriminalattorneyblog.com/2009/02/what_is_a_forcible_felony_in_f.html
I was just lurking a forum, and someone posted the question as to how an unemployed ex-medical student with almost no income managed to acquire all the gear he used in the theater attack in Colorado? His AR 15 cost at least a thousand dollars. He had two Glock pistols, a Remington shotgun, and full body armor and a helmet, and a lot of ammunition. Ammunition is not cheap and he apparently had thousands of rounds. He had a drum magazine. Folks, that's about ten thousand dollars worth of equipment. You can research the items on the Net and do the math.
Additionally, his apartment was heavily booby-trapped with explosives and incendiary material.
Where did the money come from?
Additionally, his apartment was heavily booby-trapped with explosives and incendiary material.
Where did the money come from?
This video was interfered with while I was watching it. Of course, the reptiles are on my computer. I've had the drive wiped twice, but they always hack it again. Mendoza is well known throughtout the TI community. Much of what has happened to him has happened to me.
So watch this and exercise patience... You may learn something.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTbfzucZw5I&feature=relmfu
So watch this and exercise patience... You may learn something.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTbfzucZw5I&feature=relmfu
Here's a thought...
Remember when I mentioned "going postal?" Well, the guy who shot up the theater in Aurora, Colorado is a prime example of precisely that.
Of course the American media is doing what they do best: speculating. Most of what they broadcast or print is pure bullshit, anyway and anyone with half a functioning brain is aware of that.
And, a question no one seems to be asking is why, after blowing a dozen people away and wounding many more, did he just stand around behind the theater waiting for the cops to just scoop him up? That makes absolutely no sense at all.
What triggered this guy? He planned this for a loong time. He was an excellent student and of well above average intelligence, and he just didn't give a fuck. Why would a guy like that shoot up a theater full of people?
Of course, all the psychiatrists and psychologists will be spouting their bullshit. Well, if they're so damned smart, why does their failure rate stand at 100% in predicting events like Aurora? Or Columbine? Or Virginia Tech? Most shrinks are crazier than the "patients" they "treat."
Could the shooter have been a TI who had finally had enough and just attacked? Now, that is a speculative question, if there ever was one. But, it's food for thought...
Remember when I mentioned "going postal?" Well, the guy who shot up the theater in Aurora, Colorado is a prime example of precisely that.
Of course the American media is doing what they do best: speculating. Most of what they broadcast or print is pure bullshit, anyway and anyone with half a functioning brain is aware of that.
And, a question no one seems to be asking is why, after blowing a dozen people away and wounding many more, did he just stand around behind the theater waiting for the cops to just scoop him up? That makes absolutely no sense at all.
What triggered this guy? He planned this for a loong time. He was an excellent student and of well above average intelligence, and he just didn't give a fuck. Why would a guy like that shoot up a theater full of people?
Of course, all the psychiatrists and psychologists will be spouting their bullshit. Well, if they're so damned smart, why does their failure rate stand at 100% in predicting events like Aurora? Or Columbine? Or Virginia Tech? Most shrinks are crazier than the "patients" they "treat."
Could the shooter have been a TI who had finally had enough and just attacked? Now, that is a speculative question, if there ever was one. But, it's food for thought...
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Man, I am feeling the heat. My still, small voice that resides deep inside is screaming at me, yelling "Watch it! Danger!" I always listen.
Punctured another useful idiot's bubble. Just couldn't stand this individual thinking he was making a fool out of me any longer. It's been going on for quite a while, and I finally just had enough.
I am certainly not the brightest bulb in the box, but when some stupid bastard is going through life believing he's played me for a sucker for months and I have been onto him from Day One, it just got to be more than I could stand.
God only knows what will happen next.
Retaliation of some sort, no doubt. Boringly predictable.
Punctured another useful idiot's bubble. Just couldn't stand this individual thinking he was making a fool out of me any longer. It's been going on for quite a while, and I finally just had enough.
I am certainly not the brightest bulb in the box, but when some stupid bastard is going through life believing he's played me for a sucker for months and I have been onto him from Day One, it just got to be more than I could stand.
God only knows what will happen next.
Retaliation of some sort, no doubt. Boringly predictable.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
One group I know of has obtained a "safe house" and are looking for TI's to move in. Safe house? No house is safe from these reptiles. That just creates a target-rich environment for the reptiles. All those terrified little people all crowded into 1500 square feet? That'll be a cheerful group. Can you imagine living in that pressure cooker? For the psychotic pukes who use DEW's, it'll be like zapping fish in a barrel.
Hell, build bunkers. Clear fields of fire and load up on effective weaponry. Then you can blow stalkers away as they peddle down your road on their bicycles. As if that's gonna happen. What total bullshit.
The whole idea of this thing is to generate feelings of total helplessness in targets, to completely control our lives. You can't run and you can't fight back. Or so they believe.
The few TI's I've spoken with lives are such psychological disaster areas that they are helpless. They can't run and they're afraid to fight. Being in this situation generates fear on a level that few Americans have ever experienced. They're afraid to go postal on these scumbags and the scumbags know it. (For you outside the U.S., the term, "go postal" refers to events at various American post offices in years past where a disgruntled employee would go completely batshit and walk in to the PO and shoot the first five people he saw. That happened several times until working conditions were finally improved. Basically, indiscriminate slaughter.) The reptiles feel that they are immune from attack.
But they're not invisible. And many of them are simply stupid, said stupidity aggravated by their immeasurable arrogance and imagined impunity from retaliation.
Delusional? One never knows...
Anybody ever hear the story of that Salvadoran outpost in Iraq during the heavy fighting there? El Salvador, the smallest country in Central America, is populated by fighters who are known for their ferocity. Most of these guys are about 5'6" tall. I've spent a lot of time there and I respect the Salvadoran military, particularly their special ops guys, tremendously.
Well, this outpost of twelve or thirteen guys really got in the shit. They were heavily outnumberd by insurgents. The called for help, but it didn't arrive. They fought like demons until one was dead and those still alive, with one exception, were too seriously wounded to fight. All but one man. He was out of ammo and out of options. His friends were either dead or helpless. He was outnumbered. Did he surrender? Hell, no! He pulled out his folding knife, and attacked! He charged the bastards, this ferocious little guy, caring nothing for his own life, and he killed two of the enemy and wounded a couple more and they fled! Ran like rabbits. Courage like that comes from complete desperation and total dedication. He won! If he had been an American, he would have likely received at the very least the DSC. Maybe even the Medal of Honor. He saved the lives of his wounded comrades and he put the fear of God into his arrogant enemies, who thought they had it all sewed up. His name is Cpl. Samuel Toloza.
When a man's back is completely against the wall, when he is completely out of options, who knows what he will do? He attacked, and I am convinced he thought he would die. But he had nothing to lose. And a man with nothing to lose is a very dangerous man.
Hell, build bunkers. Clear fields of fire and load up on effective weaponry. Then you can blow stalkers away as they peddle down your road on their bicycles. As if that's gonna happen. What total bullshit.
The whole idea of this thing is to generate feelings of total helplessness in targets, to completely control our lives. You can't run and you can't fight back. Or so they believe.
The few TI's I've spoken with lives are such psychological disaster areas that they are helpless. They can't run and they're afraid to fight. Being in this situation generates fear on a level that few Americans have ever experienced. They're afraid to go postal on these scumbags and the scumbags know it. (For you outside the U.S., the term, "go postal" refers to events at various American post offices in years past where a disgruntled employee would go completely batshit and walk in to the PO and shoot the first five people he saw. That happened several times until working conditions were finally improved. Basically, indiscriminate slaughter.) The reptiles feel that they are immune from attack.
But they're not invisible. And many of them are simply stupid, said stupidity aggravated by their immeasurable arrogance and imagined impunity from retaliation.
Delusional? One never knows...
Anybody ever hear the story of that Salvadoran outpost in Iraq during the heavy fighting there? El Salvador, the smallest country in Central America, is populated by fighters who are known for their ferocity. Most of these guys are about 5'6" tall. I've spent a lot of time there and I respect the Salvadoran military, particularly their special ops guys, tremendously.
Well, this outpost of twelve or thirteen guys really got in the shit. They were heavily outnumberd by insurgents. The called for help, but it didn't arrive. They fought like demons until one was dead and those still alive, with one exception, were too seriously wounded to fight. All but one man. He was out of ammo and out of options. His friends were either dead or helpless. He was outnumbered. Did he surrender? Hell, no! He pulled out his folding knife, and attacked! He charged the bastards, this ferocious little guy, caring nothing for his own life, and he killed two of the enemy and wounded a couple more and they fled! Ran like rabbits. Courage like that comes from complete desperation and total dedication. He won! If he had been an American, he would have likely received at the very least the DSC. Maybe even the Medal of Honor. He saved the lives of his wounded comrades and he put the fear of God into his arrogant enemies, who thought they had it all sewed up. His name is Cpl. Samuel Toloza.
When a man's back is completely against the wall, when he is completely out of options, who knows what he will do? He attacked, and I am convinced he thought he would die. But he had nothing to lose. And a man with nothing to lose is a very dangerous man.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Monday, July 16, 2012
It's all about GREED...it may soon be all about revolution. Could it happen here? It already is. The secret police are running rampant. The Constitution is rapidly being negated. Poverty and ignorance are on the rise. The American middle class is evaporating.
The Department of Homeland Security, a name reminiscent of old East Germany and the former Soviet Union, brought to us by the last administration, has recently ordered 450 million rounds of .40 S.W. caliber hollowpoint handgun ammunition. That stuff isn't designed for target practice. It is specifically designed to do the greatest amount of damage to a human target. They have also ordered several million rounds of 5.56 mm and 7.62 mm rifle ammunition. Just who are they planning on shooting? The answer is obvious.
Don't believe it? Watch this:
http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.ch/2012/06/american-people-are-angry.html
And here's another one. Take it for what it is worth...more Internet chatter, or the truth? I am always suspicious of
"anonymous sources..."
http://usahitman.com/owcretml/
The Department of Homeland Security, a name reminiscent of old East Germany and the former Soviet Union, brought to us by the last administration, has recently ordered 450 million rounds of .40 S.W. caliber hollowpoint handgun ammunition. That stuff isn't designed for target practice. It is specifically designed to do the greatest amount of damage to a human target. They have also ordered several million rounds of 5.56 mm and 7.62 mm rifle ammunition. Just who are they planning on shooting? The answer is obvious.
Don't believe it? Watch this:
http://bonjourplanetearth.blogspot.ch/2012/06/american-people-are-angry.html
And here's another one. Take it for what it is worth...more Internet chatter, or the truth? I am always suspicious of
"anonymous sources..."
http://usahitman.com/owcretml/
Now what? They have crossed the line when they attacked my daughter, not once, but twice. Once that line was crossed, there can be no retreat. They are prodding and enticing me to act. They are fully aware that I have the necessary skills and materiel to cause them great discomfort, and they are laying obvious setups for me, hoping that I will lose control and act.
There is an old saying here in America: "Welcome to my parlour, said the spider to the fly." I am dealing with spiders. Soulless, psychotic, but quite stupid and amateurish fascists who are attempting to entice me into a violent act so they can finally destroy me, as they have been attempting to do for over thirty years.
If I choose to act, I will do so when I choose, not at a time and place chosen by them.
They are pathetically transparent, both in their setups and their motivations. If something appears too good to be true, it invariably is.
It won't work. If I choose to act, they will never see it coming until it is too late.
He who seeks revenge should dig two graves.
And, revenge is a dish best served cold.
So we will see who wins this battle of nerves.
My former profession and avocations, as I have previously mentioned, have required intense self discipline, often in situations of high risk and great personal danger. I am in great personal danger at this moment, so I am not about to lose control of my emotions and blindly fly into the spider's parlour. They can wait, watch and wonder. And worry.
One never knows what the future may hold.
There is an old saying here in America: "Welcome to my parlour, said the spider to the fly." I am dealing with spiders. Soulless, psychotic, but quite stupid and amateurish fascists who are attempting to entice me into a violent act so they can finally destroy me, as they have been attempting to do for over thirty years.
If I choose to act, I will do so when I choose, not at a time and place chosen by them.
They are pathetically transparent, both in their setups and their motivations. If something appears too good to be true, it invariably is.
It won't work. If I choose to act, they will never see it coming until it is too late.
He who seeks revenge should dig two graves.
And, revenge is a dish best served cold.
So we will see who wins this battle of nerves.
My former profession and avocations, as I have previously mentioned, have required intense self discipline, often in situations of high risk and great personal danger. I am in great personal danger at this moment, so I am not about to lose control of my emotions and blindly fly into the spider's parlour. They can wait, watch and wonder. And worry.
One never knows what the future may hold.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Two attacks on my daughter. These fascist bastards are pushing the envelope.
This country is slowly and inexorably becoming a police state. The sheeple blindly continue to watch their favorite sports teams and pay no attention to the slow death of the Republic. In ancient Rome, that was called bread and circuses. Distract the mob. And destroy them before they destroy you.
The elitists fear the mob. With good reason, but the frog is slowly boiling and it may already be too late.
Few outside this country will truly mourn the passing of the Republic of the United States of America.
(Except all those greedy bastards who soak up all that foreign aid money we don't have but miraculously appears out of nowhere...)
This country is slowly and inexorably becoming a police state. The sheeple blindly continue to watch their favorite sports teams and pay no attention to the slow death of the Republic. In ancient Rome, that was called bread and circuses. Distract the mob. And destroy them before they destroy you.
The elitists fear the mob. With good reason, but the frog is slowly boiling and it may already be too late.
Few outside this country will truly mourn the passing of the Republic of the United States of America.
(Except all those greedy bastards who soak up all that foreign aid money we don't have but miraculously appears out of nowhere...)
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Got this from a former mate of mine who I flew with for years. This should address the subject in the post published just prior to this one.
"Once the wings go on, they never come off whether they can be seen or not. It fuses to the soul through adversity, fear and adrenaline, and no one who has ever worn them with pride, integrity and guts can ever sleep through the 'call of the wild' that wafts through bedroom windows in the deep of the night.
"Once the wings go on, they never come off whether they can be seen or not. It fuses to the soul through adversity, fear and adrenaline, and no one who has ever worn them with pride, integrity and guts can ever sleep through the 'call of the wild' that wafts through bedroom windows in the deep of the night.
When
a good flyer leaves the 'job'
and retires, many are jealous,
some are pleased and yet others,
who may have already retired,
wonder. We wonder if he knows
what he is leaving behind,
because we already know. We
know, for example, that after a
lifetime of camaraderie that few
experience, it will remain as a
longing for those past times. We
know in the world of flying,
there is a fellowship which
lasts long after the flight
suits are hung up in the back of
the closet. We know even if he
throws them away, they will be
on him with every step and
breath that remains in his life.
We also know how the very
bearing of the man speaks of
what he was and in his heart
still is.
Because we flew, we envy no man on earth."
One thing these reptiles excel at is thievery. Thieves are just marginally located above pedophiles and politicians on the social scale. Ultra low lifes.
I discovered they have stolen the Captain's wings I earned flying the C-130 and the 747. Only a complete scum-sucking reptilian pedophile would steal a pilot's wings.
But...they can steal all the trinkets I have. I have several pages of items they have stolen over the years. Trinkets are just that. Things.
I flew the world for 39 years. I have visited well over 800 towns and cities and over 65 countries. I have seen things that the ground-bound will never experience. I lived in the sky much of my life.
I learned the true value of things when I lost almost everything I owned in a couple of hours in a severe hurricane that hit my home in 1992. Things don't matter.
What they can't steal, and what they covet the most, is control over my mind. They can't steal who I am and what I attained. And they are insanely jealous. They are actually small, petty, pathetic, insignificant little people who specialize in creating misery in others. They are truly pitiable.
I discovered they have stolen the Captain's wings I earned flying the C-130 and the 747. Only a complete scum-sucking reptilian pedophile would steal a pilot's wings.
But...they can steal all the trinkets I have. I have several pages of items they have stolen over the years. Trinkets are just that. Things.
I flew the world for 39 years. I have visited well over 800 towns and cities and over 65 countries. I have seen things that the ground-bound will never experience. I lived in the sky much of my life.
I learned the true value of things when I lost almost everything I owned in a couple of hours in a severe hurricane that hit my home in 1992. Things don't matter.
What they can't steal, and what they covet the most, is control over my mind. They can't steal who I am and what I attained. And they are insanely jealous. They are actually small, petty, pathetic, insignificant little people who specialize in creating misery in others. They are truly pitiable.
Getting a lot of hits from all over. Seems to be a lot of traffic from Russia. Interesting. I knew a lot of Russians in Africa, mostly pilots and aircrew. I don't know how those guys kept some of those Cold War relics in the air, but they did.
I was in Luanda when the Berlin wall came down. That was weird. Here I am in the center of a Soviet client state and there ain't no Soviet anymore. Things stayed calm, though, with only the customary gunfire every night in the park across the street from the hotel opposite the port entrance.
One good thing about Luanda, about the only good thing about Luanda in those days, was cheap, excellent Russian vodka in the duty free. That country was the most miserable place I have ever been. A true pest hole with more amputees per capita than anywhere I have ever been. Land mines everywhere.
Great place to get shot down. More C-130's were destroyed in Angola than in Vietnam. UNITA had Stingers and they didn't care who they shot them at.
One thing I grew to admire there and in Ethiopia were the Russian helicopters, the MI-8 in particular. Incredibly durable and sturdy. Also encountered them in Papua New Guinea and Colombia. Real rotary-wing workhorses.
African wars are about the nastiest wars imaginable.
I was in Luanda when the Berlin wall came down. That was weird. Here I am in the center of a Soviet client state and there ain't no Soviet anymore. Things stayed calm, though, with only the customary gunfire every night in the park across the street from the hotel opposite the port entrance.
One good thing about Luanda, about the only good thing about Luanda in those days, was cheap, excellent Russian vodka in the duty free. That country was the most miserable place I have ever been. A true pest hole with more amputees per capita than anywhere I have ever been. Land mines everywhere.
Great place to get shot down. More C-130's were destroyed in Angola than in Vietnam. UNITA had Stingers and they didn't care who they shot them at.
One thing I grew to admire there and in Ethiopia were the Russian helicopters, the MI-8 in particular. Incredibly durable and sturdy. Also encountered them in Papua New Guinea and Colombia. Real rotary-wing workhorses.
African wars are about the nastiest wars imaginable.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Made it through another day. I live one day at a time. I've just about done everything I set out to do all those years ago, and a few more than that. Hell, in 50 years, nobody will care, anyway. Much of it seems like a dream. Some of it seems like a nightmare. But the past is always there. In a way, I'm glad I won't be around to witness the chaos I believe is coming. In a big way.
Monday, July 9, 2012
I feel strongly that I am under a serious, direct threat to my life. I received a cell phone call a few days ago. The display on the caller ID was 1008. My birthday. 10/08. There was no other information. Whether or not this means that I won't be here to see it, or that I will be killed on that date, is, of course, unclear. It was received precisely at 3:30 PM, EDT on July 6. That was three days after I published that I have exposed an agent provocateur. It usually takes them two or three days to react to something I do, say or write.
There are other indications around the neighborhood. The neighborhood has been partially darkened. I know for certain that observer(s) are stationed in the home of one of the compromised useful idiots. I have seen one leave the premises.
I have received other threats. One was a firing pin from a .45 automatic pistol that was left just outside my front door. This happened well over a year ago and I am still here.
I know for certain that four of my neighbors have been compromised.
I am also aware that the threat against my daughter has been carried out, although she is unaware of it and I see no reason to alarm her. The less she knows, the better.
So I am truly under siege. They have escalated the program. Who knows if this latest threat is just another psyop in thirty-plus years of psyops? All I can do is stay alert and exercise caution. I would put nothing past these people, including murder.
There are other indications around the neighborhood. The neighborhood has been partially darkened. I know for certain that observer(s) are stationed in the home of one of the compromised useful idiots. I have seen one leave the premises.
I have received other threats. One was a firing pin from a .45 automatic pistol that was left just outside my front door. This happened well over a year ago and I am still here.
I know for certain that four of my neighbors have been compromised.
I am also aware that the threat against my daughter has been carried out, although she is unaware of it and I see no reason to alarm her. The less she knows, the better.
So I am truly under siege. They have escalated the program. Who knows if this latest threat is just another psyop in thirty-plus years of psyops? All I can do is stay alert and exercise caution. I would put nothing past these people, including murder.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Looks like that old Muse tune got more hits than any other post I've made. I just did it for laughs, although it is quite catchy.
I left South Florida six years ago for this small central Florida town. Worst mistake I ever made. I grew up in a small town but left for military school when I was 13 and then joined the Army at 17. Now I remember why I headed for Miami when I got discharged from the Army. This place would bore the balls off a brass monkey. Obesity and gossip. And, of course, a frigging Walmart, where the show never ends. And that is all there is to this place.
Usta do a lot of shooting.The public range has been closed for two months and I have pretty well lost interest anyway. Rifles are just gathering dust in the safe now. Been shooting since I was a kid. It's a martial art. It requires top notch training, intense concentration and kinesthesia to do well. Like a language, if you don't use it, you lose it. But I really don't care much about it anymore since I finally gave up hunting.
I guess aging and constant harassment are affecting me. I flew airplanes all over the world for 36 years. Did a lot of work in Africa, Europe, South and Central America, the States, and Southeast Asia. That's gone now. Burned out finally. Those trans-Atlantics and trans-Pacs got old after while. But not as old as this little red neck town is getting...
I'm not done yet.
I left South Florida six years ago for this small central Florida town. Worst mistake I ever made. I grew up in a small town but left for military school when I was 13 and then joined the Army at 17. Now I remember why I headed for Miami when I got discharged from the Army. This place would bore the balls off a brass monkey. Obesity and gossip. And, of course, a frigging Walmart, where the show never ends. And that is all there is to this place.
Usta do a lot of shooting.The public range has been closed for two months and I have pretty well lost interest anyway. Rifles are just gathering dust in the safe now. Been shooting since I was a kid. It's a martial art. It requires top notch training, intense concentration and kinesthesia to do well. Like a language, if you don't use it, you lose it. But I really don't care much about it anymore since I finally gave up hunting.
I guess aging and constant harassment are affecting me. I flew airplanes all over the world for 36 years. Did a lot of work in Africa, Europe, South and Central America, the States, and Southeast Asia. That's gone now. Burned out finally. Those trans-Atlantics and trans-Pacs got old after while. But not as old as this little red neck town is getting...
I'm not done yet.
Friday, July 6, 2012
I am. I am...me. The sum total of all my fulfilled dreams and hopes, and the sum total of all my failures and regrets. And there is nothing...NOTHING that these merciless, soulless scumbags can do to me or to mine to change that. Nothing.
So fuck 'em all. Like the old WW II song says, "..the long, the short, and the tall." Fuck 'em all but six and save them for pallbearers.
So fuck 'em all. Like the old WW II song says, "..the long, the short, and the tall." Fuck 'em all but six and save them for pallbearers.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Today is July 4th, 2012. Today in the United States, we celebrate the founding of our country, based on lofty principles. "...among them, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." That dream is as dead as the founders who fought for it. Targeted individuals are the living proof of that.
In contravention of at least a dozen felony statutes, crimes perpetrated by ruthless, power-hungry and often psychotic individuals, our lives have become constant battles for psychological and occasionally physical survival. We have been denied the very basic freedoms the Founders envisioned for us 236 years ago.
This travesty will one day be exposed. Maybe it is the height of foolishness for me to believe that. All it is, is a hope. A small hope. The "justice system" in the U.S. is all about the system and not about the justice. Hopefully, justice will be done and a few, likely not many, of the torturers will be brought to the dock to defend themselves against their crimes against humanity. That is, of course, if the country survives at all. That, I'm afraid, is increasingly up for grabs.
In contravention of at least a dozen felony statutes, crimes perpetrated by ruthless, power-hungry and often psychotic individuals, our lives have become constant battles for psychological and occasionally physical survival. We have been denied the very basic freedoms the Founders envisioned for us 236 years ago.
This travesty will one day be exposed. Maybe it is the height of foolishness for me to believe that. All it is, is a hope. A small hope. The "justice system" in the U.S. is all about the system and not about the justice. Hopefully, justice will be done and a few, likely not many, of the torturers will be brought to the dock to defend themselves against their crimes against humanity. That is, of course, if the country survives at all. That, I'm afraid, is increasingly up for grabs.
Invictus...
By William Ernest Henley...
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.
By William Ernest Henley...
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.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
I realize the it may appear from what I have written here that I am so involved in the ongoing bullshit that I don't have time for anything else, but that is not the case. I concentrate on loving those who deserve it and treating them with tenderness and compassion.
We are subjected to so many outrages that it is easy to get that old feeling about it being impossible to drain the swamp because we are up to our asses in alligators. I sometimes conciously have to force myself to remember that there is a beautiful world out there and I try to take time each day to enjoy what little of it I have access to.
So now that the latest scam has been deleted from my life, an obvious effort to entrap me for God knows what, I have taken several hours to just enjoy myself as much as possible and ignore the potential ramifications of my little expose`.
We are subjected to so many outrages that it is easy to get that old feeling about it being impossible to drain the swamp because we are up to our asses in alligators. I sometimes conciously have to force myself to remember that there is a beautiful world out there and I try to take time each day to enjoy what little of it I have access to.
So now that the latest scam has been deleted from my life, an obvious effort to entrap me for God knows what, I have taken several hours to just enjoy myself as much as possible and ignore the potential ramifications of my little expose`.
I have led a life of great adventure. I have seen much of the world, and fulfilled my quest in my search for great beauty and wondrous experiences. I am being hounded to my grave by ruthless enemies. My dog is slowly dying and most of my friends have abandoned me. Great troubles have descended upon my family.
I am growing old and my time is near. I have many regrets, but I have also experienced many great triumphs. So let it come. The last great adventure. I am not afraid, and I will never surrender.
I am growing old and my time is near. I have many regrets, but I have also experienced many great triumphs. So let it come. The last great adventure. I am not afraid, and I will never surrender.
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