Theme song...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vw_6eUgpo30&list=AL94UKMTqg-9CLG4--_qN1EphY69eeAsrF&index=11
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Friday, December 14, 2012
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.
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.
Thursday, December 13, 2012
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...
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
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.
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.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
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?"
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?"
Saturday, December 8, 2012
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!
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!
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.
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.
Friday, December 7, 2012
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.
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?
Ain't it a bitch what a lonely old man dying from pure boredom and old age has to do just to entertain himself?
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
“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
― 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
― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.”
― Isaac Asimov
― 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
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
Tuesday, December 4, 2012
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/
http://rt.com/usa/news/surveillance-spying-e-mail-citizens-178/
Sunday, December 2, 2012
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.
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 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
someone who encourages people to do something illegal so that they can be arrested
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.
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.
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.
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.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
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.
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.
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