Switched from the 357 Sig to the Colt .45 ACP today.  The Sig's holster got sticky.  But nothing like a couple of 230 grain Gold Dots to really fuck up your evening...

Bob Seger - Against the Wind

Just been hacked.  Facebook has become inoperable and no help available.  Guess the turds don't like what I write.

And a note to the perps across the street.  They have been laying very low.  Stupid does that.

I have this computer guru in town who recently attempted to become my very best friend.  I have no friends in this little shithole town, but he tried.  After a couple of days drinking beer with the guy, out of the blue, he suggested that I rent a solitary house out in the country and turn it into a marijuana growing operation.  He said he would supply the LEDS and seeds and all I had to do was stand by and monitor the situation.  Right.

I have more heat on me than the Saudi desert in July, and this guy, whom I barely know, wants me to commit a serious Federal felony to supposedly make us all rich.  I just laughed.  As is commonly the case, he was too good to be true, and, as I have previously said, if it looks too good to be true, it usually is.

Now, I think he has hacked my Facebook account.  He is a self-admitted highly capable hacker.  I can log on, but I can't read threads.  Totally blocked and Facebook tech support is unavailable.  The icon for logging out is no longer displayed.  Fuck Facebook.  A bunch of us old farts sitting around telling tales of past adventures.  But it was fun.  So I don't really care.  I have Twitter and my books and my email, such as it is, so I am still in contact with the world outside this hovel I live in.

The perps across the street have generally disappeared.  Their foolish light show a few weeks ago immediately exposed them.  I have had several items stolen since they moved in, so they are taking their lives in their hands.  I would love nothing more than to catch one of them in my apartment.  It would get really noisy around here for a very short time.

Fuck you, perps.  You are totally blown.

I have been editorially absent from this site for a while, but things have been happening.  Ever since the new perps moved into my neighborhood, thefts have occurred.  Multiple thefts.  And they must know that their very lives hang in the balance.  They are cannon fodder and their lives matter not to their handlers.  They are designated bullet sponges. I could care less.  They're handy, and they are guilty.

I am 71 years old, and I do not give a fuck, and I shoot very well.  This shit has been going on for 34 years now.  Multiple thefts.  About all these fools can successfully do is steal my stuff.  But I know who they are.  I would suggest a move to California, or, perhaps, Oregon, if they wish to continue living.  As I said, I do not give a fuck, and I shoot straight.

If this thing blows, the USA is over.  Period.

http://www.earthmountainview.com/yellowstone/yellowstone.htm

For those of you in the States, Luckygunner.com has some good deals on bulk 5.56mm XM855 penetrators...in case you wanna shoot some perps...

Nirvana - Come As You Are

 I do.

Enya - I Want Tomorrow (+playlist)

It Came Upon A Midnight Clear - Daryl Hall & John Oates

They just blocked my last attempt at a post, so here it is again.

I have another Pat the Rat on my ass.  Much more intelligent, but, remember and never forget, if it looks too good to be true, it usually is.

One of the first things his guy did was suggest to me that I commit a major felony.  I laughed at it.  He's good, and very intelligent, but, remember, if it looks too good to be true, it usually is.  This new guy is too good to be true.

Fuck him.  He's blown.

Totally blown.

Here's some perps in the UK...

https://plus.google.com/u/0/111562163102659451062/posts/ibWc4mmKXEf

Now visualize this...chilly night...out of beer at about 10:15 PM EST.  So I head for the beer store.  As I said, it's a bit chilly, so I always warm up the oil in my truck's engine.  Engine lasts much longer that way.

I start the engine, with my faithful dog beside me.  Pull out of the garage and drop the door behind me.  Sitting in my driveway warming the oil and what should appear?  Not Santa and his tiny reindeer.

No.

The perp bitch across the street appears under her porch light dressed in a caftan in 42F weather, standing there, reading what appears to be a Bible, and smoking a cigarette!  Great abstemious Christian there...LOL!!


I just sat there watching her through my binos and laughing my ass off.  Whether she is involved in an attempted mindfuck, or she just had a hell of an argument with her perp old man, we'll never know.  But I would bet her nipples were perky... ;-}

It was hysterical!

I let the oil attain normal operating temperature and slowly, very slowly, drove down the street.

What a fucking clown act.

These fools are truly entertaining.  Ever since the big light show a few weeks back, their cover is BLOWN!  Anything they do is nothing but black comedy by categorical stupids.  It's highly entertaining and getting better.

You can cure ignorance, but you can't cure stupid.

My vet dropped by this evening to help out my dog.  We had a great conversation in my driveway.  My dog alerted twice, so I knew the scumbag across the street was hiding in the bushes listening to our conversation.  If the doc hadn't been there, I would have advanced on his house, firing double taps into the bushes.  This motherfucker is begging for it.  Keep it up, shitbird.  Keep it up.  Pretty soon, you're going international.  Watch this space...Everybody will know where you live and what you look like.

BTW, those little blue and white lights in your little bush by your front door certainly don't look like Christmas to me.  What a total piece of shit. Very likely a Satanist.

The followers are now shown again.  Oh, well.  It is what it is.

The reptiles have deleted my followers, or they deleted themselves.  I could care less.  I must be making an impression on their psychotic minds.  Fuck you, dildos.  Rubber dicks.  Imitation penises. That's all you are.

I write for myself.  Anyone who wishes to read this stuff is very welcome.  Welcome to my world of mild insanity and potential mayhem. 

Fear me, stalkers, because I will kill you without hesitation.

Fleetwood Mac hypnotized

Fleetwood Mac from the old days, with Peter Green...

When the shit hits the fan, Fat Linda's first.  Then, we'll take it from there...It's coming...

The reptiles across the street have the light show back up.  I doubt if that asshole understands what a 55 grain 5.56 will do to his head.   S-P-L-A-T-T-E-R.  It's a point blank shot.  Go ahead, asshole.  Push it.  I have nothing to live for anyway.  They're begging for a fusillade...

IWC Pilots commercial

Hey, where's your light show, perps?  You allergic to having your residence photographed and the pictures posted here?  You miserable scum.  Think you're gonna move into my neighborhood and intimidate me?  You can go fuck yourselves.  Are you bulletproof?  Wear Kevlar underwear?  It will do you no good.  I know who you are and where you live and what you drive and where you work, so if you're feeling snug in your little duplex, it's illusory.  Reptilian scum. Dung beetles.  If I want you, you're mine!

Read it and weep...

http://survivaltalkusa.com/2013/10/04/so-you-think-you-are-safe-and-there-is-no-impending-financial-collapse-well-read-this/

The psychopath Ewen Cameron and MK-ULTRA...

http://io9.com/the-inept-mind-control-experiment-that-led-to-20-years-1476143308

Sometimes, life offers you no choice but to fight.  When your back is against the wall, desperate times require desperate measures.  I fervently hope TI's will give up signing useless petitions that no one reads.  It is a futile gesture.  We must defend ourselves.  These merciless psychopaths offer us no choice but to fight. 

I hate traveling armed. Absolutely hate it. I wish there was some place I could go and live in peace, unarmed and unafraid.  But here, I am still unafraid.  I will go down fighting, if that is what it takes.  It is better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

I had a small handgun stolen from my truck the other day.  It was a handy little pocket rocket, but I have more guns and plenty of ammo to go with them.  If guns is what it takes to be free, then guns it is.

They try to force us into violence, poverty and isolation.  I have been wealthy and I am now poor, but I still have the will to survive.  They will not coerce me into violence like that poor dumb bastard Aaron Alexis who shot up the Washington Navy Yard a few weeks ago.

There is not question that he was a TI, but he was weak and innocent deaths resulted from his inability to fight off the depredations directed at him.  Not me.  I will never allow them to force me into rampant violence against innocents.

But, stalkers beware.  I will light you up like a Christmas tree if you stalk me.  You are on notice.This old man is not a soft target and never will be.  As long as there is breath in my body, I will fight.

Best description of Barack Hussein Obongo ever written... Written by Dr. Jack Wheeler The O-man, Barack Hussein Obama, is an eloquently tailored empty suit. No resume, no accomplishments, no experience, no original ideas, no understanding of how the economy works, no understanding of how the world works, no balls, nothing but abstract, empty rhetoric devoid of real substance. He has no real identity. He is half-white, which he rejects. The rest of him is mostly Arab, which he hides but is disclosed by his non-African Arabic surname and his Arabic first and middle names as a way to triply proclaim his Arabic parentage to people in Kenya . Only a small part of him is African Black from his Luo grandmother, which he pretends he is exclusively. What he isn't, not a genetic drop of, is 'African-American,' the descendant of enslaved Africans brought to America chained in slave ships. He hasn't a single ancestor who was a slave. Instead, his Arab ancestors were slave owners. Slave-trading was the main Arab business in East Africa for centuries until the British ended it. Let that sink in: Obama is not the descendant of slaves, he is the descendant of slave owners. Thus he makes the perfect Liberal Messiah. It's something Hillary doesn't understand - how some complete neophyte came out of the blue and stole the Dem nomination from her. Obamamania is beyond politics and reason. It is a true religious cult, whose adherents reject Christianity yet still believe in Original Sin, transferring it from the evil of being human to the evil of being white. Thus Obama has become the white liberals' Christ, offering absolution from the Sin of Being White. There is no reason or logic behind it, no faults or flaws of his can diminish it, no arguments Hillary could make of any kind can be effective against it. The absurdity of Hypocrisy Clothed In Human Flesh being their Savior is all the more cause for liberals to worship him: Credo quia absurdum, I believe it because it is absurd. Thank heavens that the voting majority of Americans remain Christian and are in no desperate need of a phony savior. He is ridiculous and should not be taken seriously by any thinking American.

What should you feel when you kill a man? Guilt?  Only if you're a fucked up Christian.  Taking his hopes and dreams with a fifty cent bullet?  Bullshit.  If he has been tormenting you, it should be like swatting a fly, squashing a bug, stepping on a cockroach.  Because psychopaths are cockroaches.  They have no feelings.  They have no empathy.  They don't feel your pain and loss.  Squash them like a bug.  No regrets.  Just do it.

Now, we are hunting you...

You've been killing us...we're going to begin killing you.  Get ready.  It won't matter though.  You're going to die.  The war is on.

Why should I warn you, scumbags?  Just to fuck with your heads, actually.  You're being hunted like coyotes.  Get used to it.  We are.  We now have bounties on your worthless asses.  And someone will collect.

Hey, thugs, across the street.  I haven't bothered to get your number yet, but when I do, tomorrow, most likely, I will  publish it here, for all those tigers who hunt and kill stalkers and perps and will kill you, even out here in the hinterlands.  I'll also publish Fat Linda's address, and Bulldyke Mary's, so look for me to cruise by.  Die, scum.  Die.  There are kill teams in the field, and they are well paid.  They truly earn their money.  The war is on.

Peter Tosh - Stepping Razor (HD)

There are ominous rumblings of discontent in the U.S.  Some forcibly retired general officers have formed a new organization to combat Obama's perfidies and I believe that millions will follow their lead.  The public is heavily armed and equipped with billions of rounds of ammunition.  It is not inconceivable that a Second American Revolution will eventually occur.  Obama has intentionally weakened our country so that our friends do not trust us and our enemies do not fear us.  This is a recipe for disaster.  I fervently hope a peaceful solution can be attained, but, if not, then the slaughter will be Biblical.  The relatively unarmed liberal voters will be the first to go.  They talk a good game and they have the ignorant minions behind them, but they will never stand against concentrated firepower and prolific, accurate sniping.  We live in perilous times.

He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.

Sun Tzu

How to defend yourselves against psychopaths...

http://illuminatimindcontrol.com/defend-yourself-from-psychopaths/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=defend-yourself-from-psychopaths

Barton: OCare Website Hidden Source Code Says Users "Have No Reasonable ...

Sound of Silence - Simon & Garfunkel

I guess it's a wake-up call when a guy bounces a laser off your bedroom window...What do you think?

He who is prudent and lies in wait for an enemy who is not, will be victorious.
Sun Tzu
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/s/sun_tzu.html#J0YEOPhyj3EiMtMB.99

My blog is under attack.  They are blocking my posts.  They fear the truth, like a slug fears sunlight.

"Confront them with annihilation, and they will survive.  Plunge them into a deadly situation, and they will then live. When people fall into danger, they are then able to strive for victory."

Sun Tzu

"Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance."

Sun Tzu

Enya - Only Time (Official Music Video) (+playlist)

Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

 This is my song...
.

My friend Stalked In Oklahoma is catching pure Hell.  My heart goes out to her.  She is defenseless and I am too far away to offer help.  Those scum make my trigger finger itch.

If they kill her, I already have my targets selected.  This is war, and there are casualties in war.  The Evil Ones think they are impervious to retaliation.  They are wrong.  If something happens to her, if she is killed, then they will reap the whirlwind... in a cacophony of gunfire...You know who you are...I will destroy you, even at the cost of my own life.

Chant of the Templars - Da Pacem Domine (+playlist)

HIGH FLIGHT: 


Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth, 

And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings. Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth 

Of sun-split clouds-and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of- Wheeled and soared and swung 

High in the sunlight silence. Hov'ring there, I've chased the shouting wind along, and Flung my eager craft through footless halls of air. 

Up, up the long delirious burning blue, I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace Where never lark nor even eagle flew. And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod the untrepased sanctity of space, 

Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

John Gillespie Magee, Jr.

Killed, 1941

Read this:

http://lesism.blogspot.com/2011/08/death.html

Joe Bonamassa - Sloe gin @ Royal Albert Hall

So much beauty in this world....here's a bit of it...


http://www.youtube.com/v/F1_6yCHnSI4?autohide=1&version=3&attribution_tag=DarwmTdySMA0ImLY0I92ZQ&autoplay=1&showinfo=1&feature=share&autohide=1

Joe Bonamassa - Dislocated Boy - 4/20/13 Pearl Concert Theater, Las Vegas

http://www.youtube.com/v/1slSx3edEcw?version=3&autohide=1&autohide=1&feature=share&autoplay=1&showinfo=1&attribution_tag=AloMYeHlZQMEktxUMcxfUg

Here's some food for thought...  I truly believe that the human race will eventually be eradicated through unlimited warfare.  And, if you think about it, the world would become a better place without us living in it.  All we do is dedicated to ours' and others' destruction...

 http://ieet.org/index.php/IEET/more/pelletier20131113

Five Finger Death Punch - Battle Born Lyrics

You'd better fucking believe it.


http://www.youtube.com/v/oNIZtcpk5D8?version=3&autohide=1&autohide=1&feature=share&showinfo=1&autoplay=1&attribution_tag=rPTF8-V674G1niW4_r4m-A

It appears I have readers in Malaysia.  Welcome to my world...

So I nestle in against the custom XXX English walnut stock...cheek snugged up, crosshairs aligned, shooting gloves donned, and the scope cranked up to 5 power for short range...a rest on the hood of my truck in the garage.  Target range is 71 yards, lasered.  Point blank. Impossible to miss.  The 7mm, loaded with Federal 160 grain Triple Shocks, will put three rounds into an area the size of an American dime at 100 yards.  71 yards is a piece of cake.  Head shots. You listening, perps?  It's you who are the targets.  Did they tell you it would be like this? 

Move out.

Fucking with my truck was a really bad idea.

Bill Withers - Ain't No Sunshine

This is for you...


http://www.youtube.com/v/tIdIqbv7SPo?autohide=1&version=3&attribution_tag=JMvJqquKnA7kpJVHJEoCWQ&showinfo=1&autohide=1&autoplay=1&feature=share

It has been such a beautiful life, filled with majesty and adventure.  I have traveled the world and have experienced so many wonderful things.  Indian Ocean sunrises, lobster tails broiled and served on a platter only feet from the waves, myriad Caribbean sunsets, and skydives over three continents, night flight in clear air above the southern USA in a tiny airplane, with visibilities of over a hundred miles, the sky peppered with the Milky Way...It has been such a beautiful life...hunting Cape buffalo in the thick thorn of Kitiangare; brown skinned girls almost naked romping on a South Atlantic beach...  And you pitiful worms seek to take this away from me? I am an amalgam of all my memories, a compendium of experiences of world travel and all its wonders.  You can't imagine the beauty of all that I have seen...Almost twenty thousand hours aloft in various airplanes touching down on all seven continents and almost a hundred countries...Mont Blanc in a morning sunrise...a moonset above the Bering Sea with the Pacific blue beneath me, a sunset on the Huon Gulf, with me standing at the bar at the Lae Yacht Club, sipping Australian rum...An icy runway in Gander, Newfoundland in February;  fresh pork roasted over an open fire in Lajes, Azores, served with white rice, black olives and a bottle of vinho tinto;  Steaks cooked by the dinner table to perfection in Santiago, Chile in an Argentine steak house; fish speared that afternoon and broiled over a beach fire on Honeymoon Harbor in the Bahamas...lying under an airplane wing in the Colombian desert with Sirius rising in the eastern sky...Sailing a close reach on a forty footer on the deep blue Atlantic, waves breaking over the weather bow and flying fish skittering on the lee a thousand miles from land, and you fools think you can take that all away from me?  I am more of a man than any of you will ever be.  A thousand skydives, sometimes exiting the aircraft alone at sunset and going down with the sun under canopy, alone in the sky...You think you can take that away from me?  You have no idea whom you are dealing with.  The white ice and black rock of Antarctica, with icebergs as far as the eye can perceive... Cape Horn off my left wing, traversing the Drake Passage untouched by the sixty foot swells beneath me...all of it is totally beneath you, you pitiful scum...You cannot imagine the incredible beauty I have seen.  You sneak around and steal my trinkets, but you can't steal me.  Don't even bother to try.

I may be destroyed in the end, but I will never be defeated.

Never.

There are many words I would like to write tonight, but since I am currently fueled on tequila, I won't.  Suffice it to say that fundamentalist Christians, as well as fundamentalist Muslims, are a curse upon the surface of our planet.  False religions, creations of man and not of God, are the bases of our troubles.  Fanaticism, in any form, is evil.  Trust God, not Man.  There is more to this life than meets the eye, and you will learn that when you pass over.  Trust God, not man.

Fat Linda is notorious worldwide.  The Walmart queen.  Didn't think this would happen, did you? If you didn't have that pathetic kid, you would have already been TOAST.  First, know your enemy.  Choose your enemies very carefully.  Only a fool chooses war when peace is available.  Did they buy you a new car? Cars wear out. What was your price?  You cunt.  If the war begins, and it appears that it will, you will be the first to go.

Just spent a couple of hours drinking rum and telling lies with an old friend.  They are decreasing in number every day, but you young ones will discover that, if you live to be my age and you can then count your friends on the fingers of one hand, you have triumphed.  Always be very careful whom you trust.

If you, in your little duplex, feel secure, then you are fools... I am winding down.  It's been a long, hard road.  I have accomplished much, much more than you can ever dream of accomplishing.  I will not surrender.  I am a fierce old man who will take your perp asses out in two seconds.  So don't walk around in daylight.  Or I will take you down.

FIREFIGHT ON HELMET CAM IN AFGHANISTAN - PART 1 | FUNKER530 (+playlist)

Fuck you, assholes.  Got some of this for you!  You want some?  You think you're protected?  You're on borrowed time, shitbirds.  Motherfuckers!  I know who you are. Come and get it!  You'd better move to fucking Oregon, if you want to continue living.


http://www.youtube.com/v/uZ2SWWDt8Wg?list=PL8E2FF8C708C813C6&version=3&attribution_tag=grRaKnk_EK4S3R-lLm6fOQ&feature=share&autoplay=1&autohide=1&showinfo=1

Just ran an errand.  Discovered the slimeballs had driven my truck out of my garage, disconnected my battery, and I can only assume installed new surveillance devices.  They are so pitifully fucking stupid, they leave tracks like an elephant pissing in a snowbank.  With clowns like this, they will never win, and it was probably the new perp living across the street.  I will blow his ass away if he gives me the slightest opportunity to survive it.  And his fat fucking bitch, as well.  WAR.  That's what this is, and I take no prisoners.

Pay attention, Fat Linda.  Pay careful attention.That pitiful fucking kid of yours is the only thing that has kept your traitorous ass alive.

It's Veterans Day in the US.  I just raised my glass in a toast to all veterans, both living and dead.  May the dead rest in peace and may the living continue to persevere.

Check this crap out.  DHS is the enemy...

http://dcclothesline.com/2013/05/04/dhs-whistleblower-says-war-on-terror-is-a-charade-real-target-american-patriots/

Five Finger Death Punch - Far From Home

Great song...


http://www.youtube.com/v/DomZJOBuLUk?autohide=1&version=3&attribution_tag=WHYCP9Y6_CsBBMl-7wz-lQ&feature=share&autoplay=1&autohide=1&showinfo=1

Five Finger Death Punch - Lift Me Up

Lift me up...


http://www.youtube.com/v/coBYORHAc3g?version=3&autohide=1&feature=share&showinfo=1&autohide=1&attribution_tag=hq76ZdyIvOwi8TxZzLEEIw&autoplay=1

I'll say this again...

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

 - Robert A. Heinlein 

How many of you will bend a knee to the oligarchs?

Or take as many of them with you as you can? 

You wanna live forever?

Is this still my country?  Or is it devolving into some Third World shithole?

During the past two weeks, I have been approached by Americans begging for gas money.  Trapped in a web of deceit and lies, we are devolving into poverty.  This is the plan of those who run Obama like a remotely controlled toy car.  We are headed for violent revolution.  There seems to be no other choice, and the hell of it is, we will never get a shot off at our true tormentors, the elites...only their DHS minions who are willing to die for their masters...and trust me, they will...by the thousands, because there are less that 100,000 of them and there are millions of us, and we are heavily armed.

"No plan survives first contact with the enemy."  General Helmut Moltke

Stalker Saturday night.  Anyone feel like dying tonight?  I just read where some reptiles pulled a TI out of his car and beat him.  If followed, I will stop.  If attacked, I will retaliate with extreme prejudice.  Remember that, you fucking reptiles.  Your lives hang in the balance, as does mine.  To quote Admiral Bull Halsey at the Battle of Midway, "Attack.  Repeat.  Attack."

My good friend Stalked In Oklahoma was physically attacked today in a bogus traffic accident.  She has suffered serious injuries.  They tried to kill her.  They hate her blog.  Rammed from the rear when riding with her landlady.  The fucking Chickasaw Indian cop blamed the victim. As if getting hit from the rear is a fucking crime?  What a total bunch of assholes.  The cops are rapidly becoming enemies of the people.  They had better watch their asses.  They are extremely vulnerable because they either ride alone or in pairs.  Sniper bait.

She is is deep shit with the Chickasaw Nation. They are the perps. Hell, we should have killed them all instead of sticking them on reservations where they run casinos and make millions off the white suckers who play their dirty games.  They are a continuing criminal enterprise and the FBI does nothing but, as usual, sit on their collective asses.

Where I used to live...the cockpit of a 747-200.  I rode the left seat.  Captain.  I knew every instrument in the cockpit and its significance. I was required to.  Perps are entirely too stupid to figure out all those dials, gages and switches...that's whey they're perps and not real men...  Cunts, all...

Last post...a wandering mercenary, bow strung, sword ready, and a wolf by his side, with death's black crow perched on his right shoulder.  He looks down upon a valley filled with ignorant people, many who would do him harm, and he is fearless.  He is ready for whatever may come.  The title of the picture is The Wanderer.  Alone and fearless, he will greet all who come in peace with peace, but he will kill all who bear him ill will, with alacrity.

As will I.

Five Finger Death Punch - Coming Down

Truly intense...


http://www.youtube.com/v/ptzzU7jFQwo?autohide=1&version=3&attribution_tag=vRPsyxDlssBQuSiyee3zyg&feature=share&autoplay=1&showinfo=1&autohide=1

That pretty well sums it up...

Five Finger Death Punch - Bad Company

Yeah, I'm bad company...


http://www.youtube.com/v/oVo8g7T39A4?autohide=1&version=3&attribution_tag=zbmbYPtXBUM_I3ajKbbFAA&autoplay=1&autohide=1&showinfo=1&feature=share

'In times of universal deceit, telling the truth will be a revolutionary act'

George Orwell

Been a bit slow lately.  No complaints, of course.  Some asshole burned rubber behind my house this morning but that's nothing extraordinary.  I lived in Miami and Ft. Lauderdale for 36 years and sirens, burning rubber and screeching tires were all part of the matrix.

The perps across the street are lying low, ever since I publicized their ridiculous light show on here.  Guess they got religion.  They'd better have.  I have zero tolerance for assholes.

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

Keep us together...


http://www.youtube.com/v/v1iuSmZHcwY?version=3&autohide=1&autohide=1&showinfo=1&feature=share&autoplay=1&attribution_tag=I8n_nh5pVnZhvieS9oktrQ

Always remember; never forget:  If it looks too good to be true, it probably is.  They will suck you in and then compromise you.  Pat the Rat and his wife tried that on me, but because he was dumb as a brick, it didn't work.

Caution should be your byword.

And never quit.

Never, ever quit.

The rampant stupidity of Obamacare is collapsing of its own dead weight...

http://www.cnbc.com/id/101164217

Have we finally had enough of these statist bastards?

Three TSA agents shot to shit at LAX.  Has the worm finally turned?

Is this the Ft. McHenry of the current times?

Watch this space...

http://www.youtube.com/v/g1mzm6j6Urk?version=3&autohide=1&autoplay=1&autohide=1&feature=share&showinfo=1&attribution_tag=Ly8-wousD84LxnFhdPAKBw

Joe Bonamassa - Royal Albert Hall (Part 1/2)

Take the time to watch this on your Sunday afternoon...you won't be disappointed...


http://www.youtube.com/v/x0wuTnjwUk0?version=3&autohide=1&showinfo=1&autohide=1&feature=share&autoplay=1&attribution_tag=vPgj4DcykZtic1FVb73A_g

When things look really dark for me, I have discovered throughout my long life that God, or whatever you conceive him to be, intervenes.  It is often very subtle, but all my life, when things looked really bleak, here comes another opportunity, out of the blue.  I have never lost my faith.  I am not a religious man, because religion is a creation of man and not of God, but a strong spiritual connection with The One has always carried me through.  Just when it seems that things are as bad as they can get, along comes something to pick me up.  Regardless of what is done to me, I will never lose my faith.  There is a lot more to this life than meets the eye...

Yes, there is Good and there is Evil.  Those who oppose us represent the forces of true Evil in this life.  Do not lose faith.  What we do here to fight this Evil matters more than you can surmise.  Never quit.

Never, ever quit.

No more light shows.  Hell, I'm almost disappointed.  I was gonna shoot some pics and post them here with their street address and postal code, so that anyone who wants to go postal on some reptiles would have a target location. All is quiet, however.  Good weather and dependable  armament and a good dog and some cold Heineken make for a nice Sunday...We will see...the day is yet young...

The Doors - Riders On The Storm (ORIGINAL!) - driving with Jim

And that is who we are...Riders On The Storm...an ethereal song...


http://www.youtube.com/v/lS-af9Q-zvQ?version=3&autohide=1&autohide=1&showinfo=1&feature=share&autoplay=1&attribution_tag=-49Yba10bmpLwq0P-tbFDw

B.B. King's-The Thrill is Gone, Amazing version by Joe Bonamassa, Small ...

http://www.youtube.com/v/DwXyKUxMskw?version=3&autohide=1&showinfo=1&autoplay=1&autohide=1&attribution_tag=d8bvrE7h5CfC-8akpRzR8w&feature=share

Music is salve for the soul...if you are tormented out there, take a bit of time to listen to the previous posts......I promise you you will feel better, at least for a few moments...

Eric Clapton Plays with Joe Bonamassa LIVE on Joe's Euro Tour

Enjoy...


http://www.youtube.com/v/g1mzm6j6Urk?version=3&autohide=1&autoplay=1&autohide=1&feature=share&showinfo=1&attribution_tag=Ly8-wousD84LxnFhdPAKBw

Joe Bonamassa - Black Night

http://www.youtube.com/v/d4-fbok5hcM?version=3&autohide=1&showinfo=1&autoplay=1&attribution_tag=KVhh34_UV5sqKbqf6jUZQA&autohide=1&feature=share

Joe Bonamassa and Beth Hart...  I'll Take Care Of You... to a friend...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLR_bSzPTiY

I am a compassionate man.  You may not have gathered that by my highly aggressive stance where my attackers are concerned, but I have always adopted stray cats, stray dogs, and stray women...The results have not always been favorable, and in some cases, quite detrimental, but I do what I feel is right.

That, however, does not lessen my determination to take the fight to the enemy, to try to make their empty lives as miserable as possible, and put the fear of God into them, because I will never surrender to their outrages.

We are in a war for the survival of the human spirit.  These pitiful psychopaths who are attempting to literally put our souls into a jar, as a friend recently reminded me, will succeed if we remain passive and expect others to do our fighting for us.  Beware of those with their own agendas, those making empty promises.

So if you're lying there in a pool of your own urine, get up, bathe, dress in clean clothes, and press onward.  What happens to you is entirely up to you.  You must be courageous and fearless.  Do not allow this scum to drive you to suicide or into committing senselessly violent acts like that horribly tormented, pitiful fool Aaron Alexis who killed twelve innocent people at the Washington Navy Yard, just because you are under attack.  If you absolutely must retaliate against someone, ensure that you retaliate against your tormentors, not against helpless innocents.

In the midst of our agonies, we must remain strong.  You never really know what your capabilities are until you are backed up against the wall, and like a bull moose surrounded by a pack of wolves, you must fight to the death.  Preferably the deaths of the wolves, and not your own.

This morning, since I'd been up all night reading, I was sitting in my garage smoking a cigar and drinking a beer.  (I don't adhere to a nine-to-five regimen.  I sleep when I can, day or night.) It was all very peaceful.  Then here comes the bitch across the street at 0830 local, dragging out her fucking leaf blower, which infuriated me.  I can't count the times she has done this while I was siting in my usual chair in the garage, enjoying the beautiful skies and watching the occasional wildlife that stops by or passes through.

I have fucking had enough of that leaf blower.

More than enough.

You are on notice.  Blow your fucking leaves after I have retreated indoors or you will come to regret your continued harassment. Christian cultist bitch!

I've been hacked.  Again.  Analysis shows a shitload of hardware interrupts, which causes anything on You Tube to play erratically.  SSDD.  (Same shit; different day.)

Also, spellcheck has been disabled across the board.  No problem.  I know how to spell.  My mother was an English teacher.  I know the language.

The reptiles across the street are lying low.  They totally blew it with the little pussy light show.  Nothing like hanging a sign around your neck that says, "Shoot me!"

Do you pathetic perps across the street think you are immune to retaliation?  If so, you are fools.  Yes, you have all the mind cotrol technologies, but I have bullets.  500 grain .458 Winchester Magnum solids which will blow the engine block out of your car, and never mind what they will do to you.  300 grain .375 H and H Swift A Frame soft points, which, in fact, are not very soft.  They penetrate very well.  And there's more, but you can figure it out, since you have looted my home. I have all this, just for you.

Time to relocate, reptiles, if you value your lives.

And I didn't even mention the 5.56 popgun or the .41 Magnum...

After careful consideration, I have arrived at the conclusion that Pat the Rat's wife is not an innocent participant as I once believed her to be.

Reason I say this is that, oftentimes, when I am sitting my garage reading my Kindle or enjoying a cigar and a beer or a coffee, she has appeared with her leaf blower to intrude upon my solitude.  I had to think about it, but consider that she is a born-again Christian in the Pat the Rat mold, and subscribes to the fundamentalist doctrine that there is no law but God's law, as interpreted by her fundamentalist, bible-pounding minister.  It's a Christian fundamentalist cabal.  No wonder the Muslims want to kill them all. They are almost as fanatical as the Islamists.  They can be very dangerous.  Anyone who believes with religious fervor that they and only they possess the ultimate truth are always dangerous.  Re:  The Crusades and the sack of Jerusalem...

I used to be a young, bold, crazy motherfucker.  Now, I'm an old, bold, conniving, crazy motherfucker.  You punks think you're my equal?  All you can do is pull off cheap and sleazy burglaries.  Rest of the time, you hide in your cars and trucks in shopping center parking lots with your lights on, because you know, in your heart of hearts, I do not fear you.

I will fuck you up.

You disabled my spellcheck. So can you spell

FUCK YOU?

Hey, fundamentalist Christians who have ganged up on me...wanna go meet Jesus?  Perhaps I can arrange the introduction...

Pat the Rat went to meet Jesus.  Wonder how he dealt with "Love thy neighbor as thyself?"

The question is, did Jesus ever exist?  Many think not.  A religious myth concoted by the Romans in order to control the masses.  It's possible. Even probable.  So do you worship a false God?  It certainly seems likely.

Next time I see some thug stalker wearing a big brass cross around his neck, I'm gonna put three .45 hollow points into the cross.  Then say hello to Jesus as you try to breathe through a big hole in your throat, you stupid shitbird.

Read this, if you haven't already.

http://www.stopos.info/os.pdf

Of course, much of it is bullshit, but it will give you an idea of what we are up against.

After undergoing 34 years of this shit, the only thing I have found that ever partially works is to make them fear you.  Do whatever it takes.

Hear me, you sanctimonious sons of bitches... you pathetic Christian fundamentalist stalkers...you think you are meeting out justice to an aging smuggler?  You are a collection of fools.  If I ever decide to go postal like that guy Alexis did in DC at the Navy Yard, my targets are already selected. You have no idea who you are fucking with.  I will kick ass and take names and if my life is forfeit, then so be it.

So do not assume that I will remain pacificistic.  I am well armed and very well trained.  If you think it is worth it to bet your life by harassing me, that's your choice.  But if you overtly provoke me, I will happily kill you until someone finally intervenes and kills me.

I am an old man, and I am a fierce old bastard.  I take no shit from anyone.

So if you choose to take the risk, you very well may reap the reward, which is a violent death.

I have had more than enough and I will not take this shit any longer.

Believe me when I tell you this.

I could care less about civilian law enforcement, because it will take them at least twenty minutes to arrive.  By then, just think what will have happened to you. Faces gone. Heads gone.  Perhaps gutshot and dying slowly of peritonitis.  Takes three agonizing days, assholes, to die of peritonitis.  Your mothers will weep, assuming, of course, that you know who they are.

Tread lightly, perps.

Tread very lightly.

Your very lives hang in the balance.

You know who you are.

More importantly, I know who you are.

Peter Tosh - Stepping Razor

I'm dangerous...




"If you want to live, treat me good..."

Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the Devil [CoD: Black Ops - Crashsite Miss...

Watching, perps?  Here it is again.  Dark, isn't it?  I am dark.  As dark as death itself.  You fuck with me, I will fuck with you.  Listen and learn, scumbags.  I have your number, and your number is up.  Relocate now while you still can.  Yeah, you're young, and plump, and cocky.  Old age and treachery overcomes youth and inexperience every time.  Remember that, if you have a chance to.  That's how old men send young men off to die in useless wars, and they go willingly.  Ever notice that?  Are you in a war sponsored by old men?  Of course you are.  And I will kill you if you threaten me in the slightest manner.  Make no mistake.  You are in a war, and I am a warrior.

The reptiles across the street are laying low, ever since I exposed their amateurish light show.  Did they think that would affect me?  Just demonstrates the level of stupidity they employ.

But they retaliated.  They stole a suitcase full of my old journals.  They're on my phone, so when I spoke to my son in law about getting them when I die, they immediately stole them.

They seek to steal my past, which they cannot do.  They can steal my stuff, but they cannot steal me, which infuriates them.

So now I have exposed the current pair of reptiles, both plump pathetic typical American slobs, who recently moved in to harass me.

I will fuck them up.  They had better keep their pitiful heads down.  Actually, since I am in Florida, I would suggest a move to Washington state, or even Alaska.  That's well out of rifle range...

Steal my past and I will steal your future.

Assholes.

Get ready.   I am coming...

I know who you are.

I know where you are.

You are doomed.

http://nypost.com/2013/10/23/navy-yard-gunman-feared-mind-weapon-before-rampage/

The punk just left his house at 0700.  Guess perps gotta work like everyone else.  No more light shows.  They have no idea who they are fucking with...

Check this out...

http://nypost.com/2013/10/23/navy-yard-gunman-feared-mind-weapon-before-rampage/

Guy was a TI.  Went ballistic.  Bad move, but this is what happens when you civilians ignore us...

You're gonna finally have to admit this outrage is real....

Lights are gone.  Guess the reptiles read this blog.  I will blast fucking brick chips off their house if they attack me physically or psychologically, and chunks out of their skulls. I will no longer tolerate perps.  If you move into my neighborhood in order to do me harm, your very lives are at risk.  I shit you not.  Were I you, I'd keep a priest on speed dial...

Hey, all you tormented people out there, it doesn't have to be like this.  Sign petitions, you're just pissing into the wind.  Who's gonna read them? Nobody who gives a fuck.  Move to Florida or Texas and arm up.  Fight back.  You wanna die in a puddle of your own shit?  I thought not.  You have alternatives.  There is no such thing  as "safe houses."  That just concentrates the targets into one compact mass.  You gotta fight if you want to live.  You're on your own.  It's not easy.  It sure as hell hasn't been easy for me, shit's been going on for 34 years, but here I am, my middle finger salute standing tall.  Yeah, I know all about pain.  I can't sleep.  I can't eat.  I drink beer and smoke cigars and I will grab a few winks when I can, thanks to trazadone.  Get four hours and wake up and take another one. Sleep for two hours more.

Yeah, I'm tired, but I'm not too tired to write.  Not too tired to urge you onwards, not too tired to urge you to fight and keep on fighting.

God loves warriors.

And, hopefully, He loves nasty old bastards who smoke too many cigars and drink too much beer. And who packs a .45 and hunts stalkers.

That's me.

Never quit.

Never, ever quit.

Hey, neghbors.  Really enjoyed your light show. I suspected you from the day you moved in.  Bitches.  Pat the Rat's not even cold in the ground and here you come.  Slick surbabanites.  Too slick.  Too mundane.  Too ordinary.  And then the fucking light show?  Do you have any idea who I am?  Did they tell you that I am a craaaaazy motherfucker who will blow your shit away at the first indication of perfidy?  No, they didn't.  So stay in your little house and do your fat suburban DeLand shit and leave me the fuck alone, or I will totally fuck you up.

That's a promise.

She's too fat to fuck... LOL!!

What is it with all these fat American women?  Don't they know the narrow waisted girls get all the attention?  This town is absolutely LOADED with fat chicks.  It disgusts me.

Pink Floyd The Wall Mother

Remember when we had problems as simple as this?

I'm so sick of this war.  It is past time to make the bastards bleed...How many of you still have the courage?  Don't ever kill the innocents...only the guilty... What do you have to lose?  Your lives are toast.  Do not sell yourselves cheaply.  I haven't.  And I won't.

I'd bet Derrick is hiding under his bed, since the Feebies have descended on him...Don't talk to them,Derrick.  Get a lawyer before you say a fucking word.

The Feds put a tail on me one night several months ago.  They came out of a dark, empty parking lot in a Ford sedan, so fucking obvious they should have mounted flashing lights on the roof.  Chasing their fucking tails.  So I let them tag me for a couple of miles, slowed down, and slid in on their six. I tagged them for a mile or so until they panicked and pulled into a lighted convienence store parking lot. I could have used the AR and blasted them into infinity, but I let them live. Now, I regret that. Should have just gotten it over with. Made their mothers weep...

They repaid me by looting my house.  Children do that.  Fools.  Petulant bitches.  While I was asleep one day, they broke in and stole a hundred rounds of .458 Winchester Magnum ammunition worth hundreds of dollars, a hundred empty .375 H and H cases which were reloadable also worth some good money, and fifty rounds of .375 ammo, a half a case of military self-heating MRE's and also a pack of music casettes out of my truck. That is the kind of cunts we are dealing with here. Obama's babies. Federal bitches. Whining Bitches. Bureaucratic incompetents.  Whining little bitches who are too stupid to run a successful tail. It was truly pathetic. Like something out of a Daskaskos movie. They also stole all my firearms records, receipts for every firearm I have bought since the 70's.  But, that's the kinds of cunts we have to deal with.  They can't catch a cold if they're soaking wet, but they get petulant and try to distrupt our lives, because they are so incompetent. Just ask the Boston bombers.  They blew that one, didn't they?  The bombers did... And people lost lives, and arms and legs...They were on the radar, but the Feds totally blew it. BOOM!


So I bought more brass and more bullets and loaded more ammo and if anyone thinks this old man is a soft target, fucking bring it on.  I will do my very, very best to kill all of you.  Cunts.

Guess they read my blog.  Lights are out.  Gone. Just took a brew and a cigar, a rifle and my dog outside at 0130 EDT, with some high end binos and a camera. Was gonna shoot photos and post them. The lights are out.

If they fuck with me, all bets are off.

If the lights come back, look forward to photos.  They will be here, along with their street address, home town, and zip code, so anyone hunting stalkers will not be disappointed.

Welcome to my war...

Hunt stalkers. Hunt handlers. Hunt stalkers.  Hunt handlers.  Kill them first. They are truly worth killing.

Some of you wealthy TI's out there should post bounties, or don't you have the balls?  Do it via an offshore account.  Lotta recently unemployed mercs out there seeking another war...NSA doesn't know everything. They just think they do.  There's always cash...

Hey, Fat Linda...you getting enough sleep?  I'm just across the street...

And Bulldyke Mary...how're you feeling?  Does it hurt?  I truly hope so...

Santana ~ Black Magic Woman with sensational belly dancer

Any man who fails to appreciate this level of sensuality is dead from the neck up!

Stalked In Oklahoma is under severe EMF attacks.  Pray for her. They killed her once, but she came back.  Next time, she won't.  She is a spiritual warrior, as am I.  God is watching...Angels are close...

I truly love my .45.  I love its accuracy, dependability, and pointability.  I love the sudden harsh recoil when it discharges and then flips very quickly back to the aiming point.  The .45 ACP has been an efficient killer for over a hundred years.  Mine was highly customized by one of the best pistolsmiths in South Florida many years ago and has never let me down.

Some weird shit going on in the neighborhood.  A month or so ago, a new couple in their 30's moved into a vacant duplex across the street and two doors down.  They come and go and are not at all friendly.

Recently, a small battery of flashing lights has appeared in their yard up close to the northeast corner of their house. I'm northeast of them, so they are plainly visible. Three lights in a row that flicker from green to red to blue to white.  It truly looks like an identifying signaling device of some sort, or just another reptile mind fuck for me when I am sitting in my garage after dark smoking a stogie and drinking a beer.

When I lived my Miami Lakes and Ft. Lauderdale, the reptiles used a green porch light to announce their presence to other reptiles, as well as small green lights similiar to Christmas tree lights woven into the windshield base around their windshield wipers.  Miami Lakes and Ft. Lauderdale are truly target rich environments.  If I see that shit around here, Katie bar the fucking door.

Now, this.  It's gotta be another reptile mindfuck, and if they think a round or two from a .375 won't ruin their entire day, they'd better get a grip.  I will fuck them up if they attack me physically or psychologically.

They have been warned.

Don't fear the reaper (with lyrics and pics)

Compliments to Stalked In Oklahoma for providing this...Yeah, the images are grim, and the fact is we all end up in the same place...no big deal.  What we do when we are alive matters very, very much.  If you forswear Evil and live in the Light, you will be alright.  Those that embrace Evil for material gain on this level will pay a high price.  Believe it or not, God, or whatever you wish to name him, is watching.  Other realms exist and we will all travel there in our own good time, so Don't Fear The Reaper...

Firefall - Strange Way

Good one...for friends and fellow warriors...

Gerry Rafferty - Baker Street (Long Version)

Another one for Vikki...

I never signed on for a lifetime of war.  I ran a few loads out of Colombia to Miami during the late 70's, gained a reputation as a guy who could do the job and was impossible to catch, and drove Customs and DEA crazy trying to catch me. They have taken their revenge, plus the CIA who I worked for indirectly for almost 11 years after quitting the smuggling game, flying clandestine cargos worldwide in civilian Lockheed C-130's and Boeing 747's.  Never trust those bastards. They will hang you out to dry if it suits them.  It has suited them.

I'm still standing at age 71.

Never quit until they throw that first shovelfull of dirt into your face.

Never, ever quit.

Al Stewart - Year Of The Cat

Dreams of my youth...

Sugget you listen to the Power Hour with Joyce Riley.  Don't have a URL for you, but you can easily find it. There is a lot of information there that may be of assistance.

And try Stopthecrime.net, as well...

Fleetwood Mac hypnotized

For Vikki...

Something hit my sunroom windows a while back, and a .45 round went downrange.  You wanna fuck around, assholes?  I will blow your shit all over the grass, without hesitation.

I am hunting you...

Don't sleep too soundly, Fat Linda.  You are on my radar screen...

I'm getting hits from everywhere, worldwide, and I am flattered.  It's a long war, and far from over.  I will not live to see its end, but you tormented individuals out there that I write for, keep the faith.  Never quit.  They are thousands;  we are millions.  We must overwhelm them with numbers and the determination to perservere.  I know your pain.  I have been subjeced to it myself for the last 34 years, and I'm still standing.  If I can, then so can you.

Never quit.

Never, ever quit.

jimmy buffet boat drinks

The great old days...

The Rolling Stones - Paint It Black

Rolling Stones - Sympathy for the Devil [CoD: Black Ops - Crashsite Miss...

The Darkness and the Light...

A quiet evening at home, drinking Heineken and hanging out on the Net.

The back door is open.  I am exposed.  Yet, no small town slimballs have lurked my back fence tonight.

My AR 15 is close at hand, as is my .45.  Yes, scumbags, I will fire on you if you attack me.  I will happily kill you.  I will make your mothers weep, if you know who they are.

It's peaceful here, but one never allows their guard to drop.  The AR stands ready.  More importantly, the attitude necessary to effectivly fire it is even more prevelant.  The light works. The laser is sighted in. It's a popgun, but it works great within 50 yards.  You know this, so you stay away.

I seek peace.

You seek war, so war is what you will get.

Come to me and die, slimeballs.

I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.

Your worlds.

I will send your souls to Hell.

Try me.

http://sharpwriter.deviantart.com/art/I-am-the-bringer-of-Death-90200771

They hide in their cars and trucks.  They won't even stalk me in the checkout lane at Walmart anymore, because that is point blank range and even a shooter as rusty as I am can get several center of mass hits at six feet.  They're cowards.

Weekends have historically been the worst for the amateurs, who come out and lurk.  So they sit in their cars or trucks with their headlights on in the parking lot.  Is this supposed to intimidate me?  I lived through four African civl wars.  These pitiful cunts can't hold a candle to a bunch of whacked out Somalis hanging onto the handles of 12.7 mm DshKas.  I've stared those bastards down on more than one occasion.  And these little Central Florida pukebags think they can intimidate me?  I've been fucked with by the coldest killers on earth.  The Somalis, the Guajiros of Colombia, the macheteros of Guatemela, and the MS 13 people in El Salvador.  Fuck you, assholes.

Threaten me and I will kill you.

My life isn't worth two cents.

Is yours?

I trust everyone.  It's the devil inside of you that I don't trust, like the thug last night who came within a hair's breadth of getting his brains splattered. One of yours?  Sure looks like it.

He's seen the last of me, unless he is stupid enough to knock on my door...

Little pocket .38 kept an asshole off my ass last night.  It's my backup, sometimes...other times a pocket .357.  This guy wilted lke an orchid left too long in the sun when he got a look at it.  Just a tiny little revolver that blows big holes in assholes. Been carrying one for 40 years. 49/649.  Once got really drunk with a buddy on SEAL Team 2 and gave one to him.  He qualified expert with it and carried it all over the world.  Bet he still has it. Turned out to be an asshole, though.  There's no accounting for taste...

Still wear the .45 as a primary, though...Blows very big holes in assholes.

Live a little...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2MMflNf-ocg&oq=california%20soul&gs_l=youtube..0.5j0l9.2431.7274.0.13681.15.11.0.4.4.0.128.962.9j2.11.0.eytns%2Cpt%3D-30%2Cn%3D2%2Cui%3Dll.1.0.0...1ac.1.11.youtube.ZaZynZ-jAr4

It's a lonely war...

I really miss Pat the Rat...watching him stumble around across the street trying to climb into his truck was a real kick in the ass.  I could have easily blown his head off with a pistol, much less the AR, but I just watched him die very slowly and very painfully. I do miss having him around.  Now, I have no one to target but Fat Linda, and she hides like a rat in a warren. No sport there, but of all the compromised asshole neighbors around me, she deserves a bullet to the head the most.  Cunt.

She sold out for a piece of shit little Korean car.  Amazing how cheaply you can buy assholes for these days, isn't it?  She was blown from the first day that snooper antenna appeared mounted on her apartment eve.  Same type that was on Al's, and I sent Al packing with his tail between his legs, lucky to be alive.

P the R's stupidity still amazes me.  How could his handlers possibly think a paint store manager on his last legs could outsmart a highly experienced old mercenary? Where do they get these handlers?  Out of the Yellow Pages?  Spy wanted...call XXX-XXX-XXXX.  Fucking amazing.  Fucking amazing.

Bulldyke Mary's home with her broken hip.  She won't be doing any downhill skiing anytime soon...How sweet it is...

Many of you reptiles think you are indomitable.  Well, assholes, millions upon millions of us faceless minions out here have taken a sacred oath to support and defend the Constitution of the United States.  That oath has no expiration date.  So if you come at us, be ready to die, because we are enraged at what is being done to our country and we will not waiver.

We have met scum like you before, and we killed them.

We will kill you.

No one in their right minds want war.  No one. But if war is inevitable, we will fight it.  And you will die like dogs, with your god Satan hovering above your corpses and dragging your souls down to Hell.

Keep Low. Move Fast. Kill First. Die Last. One Shot. One Kill. No Luck. Pure Skill.

Suck on that, perps. 

Five Finger Death Punch...Top Tracks...

Bad Company...

Yeah, I've been called that.

Fuck you, perps.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oVo8g7T39A4&feature=list_related&playnext=1&list=AL94UKMTqg-9AFH4hFNjZ1EehQflWpBuLw

Courtesy of Stalked In Oklahoma...

No sympathy for the reptiles.

They represent Pure Evil on this Earth.

Rejoice at their demise.

Never quit.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEgVI-IKpqk

Pat the Rat, in the ground as of yesterday. If I can find his grave, I will uphold my promise to enthusiatically piss on his final resting place. And, since he thought himself a good Christian, which he was not, I will pour a beer on his headstone and drink one to speed him on to his journey to Hell...That should piss him off.

Bulldyke Mary's down for the count with a broken hip, and no longer an obvious threat.  Dressing herself will always be a problem.  So who's left?

Fat Linda, who only comes out at night, like certain species of African scavengers, such as the jackals.  There are two cures for jackals...

I will leave that up to your vivid imaginations...

No stalkers this weekend.  No one lurking my back fence.  No one cruising me when I walked my dog. Maybe they have finally learned that to stalk this old warrior can mean their deaths.

An AR 15 and a Colt .45 ACP are powerful persuaders in the hands of an expert shooter, which I am.

Many TI's live in gun ban states, such as the Peoples' Republic of California or the pitiful states of New York or Illinois. Luckily, I live in Florida, were our anti stalking laws enable the ordinary citizen to use deadly force in self defense. We have plenty of room for you here in Florida, but avoid the large cities. If you move here, seek out the small towns scattered around the state where the stalker and perp talent pool is quite shallow. And arm up.  If you have no felony convictions, are not a fugitive, do not have a dishonorable discharge and have never been convicted of misdeameanor domestic violence, you are in great shape to arm up.  Guns work.  If you put them in fear for their lives, they will back off. It works.  Yeah, it's hard corps, but what is there about this program that isn't?

http://www.theblaze.com/stories/2013/10/12/chart-who-does-the-u-s-govt-owe-17-trillion-to/

Show no weakness.

I fully realize just how difficult it is for many of us to even maintain our basic standards of personal hygiene.  Fight it.  Bathe as often as you can. Maintain your grooming standards.  Do your laundry and wear clean clothes.  Any small victory is, nevertheless, still a victory.  They seek total control, and if you allow yourselves to deteriorate, they are winning.  Fight these psychotic bastards tooth and nail with every breath in your bodies.

Never quit.

Never, ever quit.

Stalker Saturday.  Amateur night.  The small-timers emerge on the weekend, as I have previously mentioned.

But they no longer stalk my back fence.  I put the fear of God into them long ago.

Things are relatively peaceful around here, but I always expect that to change in an instant.  They ran a shill at me last week, but he failed. Besides being fucking slimeball thieves and burglars, failing seems to be what they do best.

Locked and loaded, and waiting for the next shoe to drop.

I am a fierce old man.

Bring it on.

Pat the Rat is dead.  Good riddance.  Forget that piece of shit.  He failed miserably.  He's riding the "D" train to Hell.

The treachery and betrayals continue.  It never stops, and I do not care.  If I am to live my life at war, then so be it.  I am a warrior and war is my natural state.  I will never surender to these pathetic psychopaths.

Never.

Read Sun Tzu.

Music for your souls...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Pa9x9fZBtY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-Q3cp3cp88

"Then I heard the boom of the blood lust song,
And a thigh bone beating
On the tin pan gong..."

Col.  Michael Hoare
The Road To Kalamata

Many are predicting a coming civil war in America, as if civil war is just another inconvenience. Never has the country been so divided.  Black gang violence is on the rise nationwide, with no mention made of it in the popular press. Blacks are a very small minority in our population and will be slaughtered if it happens.

I have seen civil war in Africa and have been intimately involved in four.  If this happens here, millions will die from lack of food and medical care. This is not a casual question.  Are we, once the greatest nation to have ever existed, to be taken down by the greed and lust for power of the world's elite?

They start wars and insurrections as a matter of course.  Out of greed. They are primarily psychopathic, caring nothing for their fellow man, caring for nothing but profit and the satisfaction of their malicious ambitions as their final goals.

I fear for our future, if in fact we have one, other than mass destruction.

Few will read this, but take heed:  civil war in America will be a terrible thing to behold.  My heart is filled with dread.

I won't last more than a week.  I fear for my children.

Death is nothing but an old friend. We are not strangers.

Bring it on.  You can also die.

Scratch one perp.  Pat the Rat died this morning after suffering for quite a while.  He caused me to suffer for quite a while, so I guess justice has been done.

Clapton - Knopfler - Same old blues

Fuck a bunch of perps.  Life goes on...

Hell awaits, perps. Hell awaits.

Traffic - Low Spark Of High Heeled Boys - Live 72 (Full Song)

Enjoy...when real musicians reigned...

Check out my friend Stalked In Oklahoma's latest blog energy.  Rot in Hell, perps.  Rot in Hell, as Pat the Rat dies slowly and painfully...  You think Star Wars was fantasy?  The Dark Side is very powerful, but it will take all you are and ever hope to be.  Hell awaits. So attack us.  You will pay in horrible ways.

I am not a vengeful man, nor an inherently violent one, but I am capable of intense violence if provoked.

As I told an old warrior friend this morning, the best revenge is outliving your enemies.

I must admit it does warm my heart to see Pat the Rat circling the drain.

I am a mystic.  I often wish I weren't...

Mysticism: a doctrine of an immediate spiritual intuition of truths believed to transcend ordinary understanding, or of a direct, intimate union of the soul with God through contemplation or ecstasy.

So what has happened to Pat the Rat and Bulldyke Mary, and to many others, is the result of taking me on.  You may believe me or disregard me when I say that other forces are at work.  Attack me at your peril.

I didn't ask for this.  

It is what it is.

Pat the Rat: congestive heart failure complicated by diabetes.  I knew if I waited long enough...

When Pat the Rat was working really hard to set me up as a geriatric domestic terrorist, I used to fantasize about grabbing a rifle and splattering his big thick skull into a pink mist.  I knew in my heart of hearts that the better plan was simply to wait on natural events to take their course, and they have.

I have never yet killed anyone and I hope to leave this life without ever having to do so.  That does not change the indisputable fact, however, that I will put  two .45 slugs into a stalker's head if I am in fear for my life or of suffering great bodily harm. Even a stalker's sidelong glance just might qualify.

But patience was the correct choice.  Watching that big stupid fucktard being rolled out of his house and into an ambulance this afternoon, I must admit, gave me great satisfaction.  All things come to he who waits.

This is one hell of a fine 71st birthday present...

Ever Dance With The Devil In The Pale Moon Light?

Pat the Rat update:  He's been in the hospital for over two weeks, it seems. A crew arrived this morning delivering oxygen tanks.  So it must have been pretty bad.

Well, it got worse.  About 3:15 this afternoon, a fire truck and an ambulance arrived, sirens wailing.  My dog and I were out front and I was smoking a cigar and drinking a cup of coffee when the emergency guys showed up. Thirty minutes later, out comes Pat the Rat on a gurney, not looking too good, and they hauled him off.  Must have relapsed.  We have a lousy hospital in this town, so it's not surprising they cut him loose too soon.  He has a bad heart and diabetes and a partially clogged carotid, so I guess he's been in the shit for a while.

Not that I care.  I've said before I hope to live long enough to piss on his grave.  I just might get the chance.

Cruel words, you may think.  Not really, after he worked very hard to set me up on a Federal criminal charge when I am no threat to anyone, unless my life is in danger.

One good thing about dead or dying enemies...  They are no longer a threat.

As a good friend of mine is fond of saying, "When you dance with the Devil, you'd better be able to tango."

Stole this from Stalked In Oklahoma...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tL1acYvpR_E

Read this...the shrinks are often crazier than the "patients" they treat...

http://www.antipsychiatry.org/schizoph.htm

Pat the Rat is in the wind.  I could care less.  All I know is, when I'm sitting in my garage in my comfortable chair, smoking a good cigar and drinking coffee or a cold beer, I no longer have to watch his pitiful ass tottering toward his magenta truck to do his daily rounds.

The paint store guy who wanted to be a spy.  He should have stuck to paint.

He's gone.  Not that it matters, because his ass was in the breeze when he first began lying to me, and I hung around for a while and watched the show.  Maybe the old lady decided he is more trouble than he is worth. Good decision, if she made it.

I am no threat to her or hers.  But her pitiful husband has brought some very heavy shit down upon that household.  I doubt if she was complicit. But I will never know.

Let's just hope the piece of shit stays gone.  Life is much easier around here  without looking at that turd.

When someone starts out, unprovoked, to destroy you, it is difficult to remain benign.  But I have.

My life isn't worth any of the lives of these treacherous scumbags I call neighbors who turned against me with no explainable reason.

So I wait and watch and pass each day one day at a time.  It's like being cast into a C-grade low-budget movie that you have no interest in.

You must see my friend's blog, Stalked In Oklahoma.  She is horribly tormented and truly brilliant.  Don't miss it.  Don't miss it.  Brilliant.

It's real, skeptics.  Here's some proof:

http://www.humanrights.asia/news/ahrc-news/AHRC-STM-174-2013

Hey.  Just a shout out to all my readers in Europe, Asia, Australia and Russia.  Glad to have you aboard...

I'm living a war, as are so many others, and watching a good friend being tortured to death, who won't stand up for herself and buy the proper firearms.  These bitches are cowards and fear for their lives if they believe you're deadly serious about killing them if they stalk you.  Of course, laws differ among our different states here, but I live in Florida and our stalking laws are well written for the target's defense.

If you want to read the words of a truly tormented individual, read my friend's blog at Stalked In Oklahoma.  They are slowly killing her and I feel so frustrated because she won't take my advice and arm up, and also because I am 1500 miles away and cannot assist her.  I would light those fuckers up.

The raid in Nairobi by Somalis is retribution for the invasion of Somalia by Kenyan troops.  So very few pay attention to the goings on in Africa, such as the slaughter of innocents in the Central African Republic.  Why is that?

Oh, that's just Africa.  They're only blacks and blacks don't matter.  But now that a few whites got their asses shot off in Nairobi, it's an international incident.

I have spent many years working in African war zones, when the reptiles, through fools like Pat the Rat, attempt to portray me as a racist.  I often risked my life to deliver food to starving African children, and these total assholes want to portray me as racist?

So now the world pays attention because a few whites got shot up in Nairobi.  But the world ignores the slaughter in the Congo and the CAR. Tell me why that is?  Are blacks truly less important than whites?  It appears so, doesn't it?

Obama says nothing.

He is neither white nor black, but a mongrel.

What about the slaughter of whites in South Africa?  We never hear of that, with murderous blacks on the rampage against whites.

Isn't it strange how the mainstream media engages in selective reporting? A few dead whites in a shopping center in Nairobi against the wholesale deaths of whites in South Africa?

No wonder nobody who is truly aware pays much attention to CNN and all the rest.  They are fucking useless.  Fodder for the masses...

Last night, I was waxing a bit sentimental.  Embedding some great music videos from the distant past.  That rendition of Sultans Of Swing by Dire Straits is a classic, with millions of hits on you tube. And we do have to take a break from combat every now and then...

But tonight, back to the war.

Locked and loaded and hunting stalkers, to no avail.  Maybe they're around, but they're laying low.  Very low.  Guess the handlers aren't supplying them with armored Tahoes...

Always remain vigilant.

And never, ever quit.

It's been an evening of wonderful old tunes on Wanderings...We cannot engage in war all the time...We have to take some time out to be human, and to reflect upon our triumphs and upon our failures...and to clean our guns...and sharpen our knives...

I hope you enjoyed the memories...

Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (Alchemy Live)

Go Your Own Way - Fleetwood Mac - 1997