Just got a new text on psychopaths.   Knowledge is power.  The more you know of your enemy, the better off you are.

It's the weekend again, when the leaf blowers and burger flippers crawl out from underneath their rocks.

Trust me, scumbags. I care not what flag you fly.  If you fuck with me, put me in fear for my life, I will kill you.

In matters of style, swim with the current; In matters of principle, stand like a rock.


-Thomas Jefferson

“No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.” – Charles Dickens

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzTMN-S1tbs&list=RD02FBoM7d_Zj70

Never allow bitterness to overwhelm you...Enjoy... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzTMN-S1tbs&list=RD02FBoM7d_Zj70

And this... "Tulsa Time" ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=EXSmAcJqsGI&feature=endscreen

Tearin' Us Apart...Clapton and Cheryl Crow... doesn't get any better than this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSQc0b9hNXo

"It's a characteristic of wisdom not to do desperate things." 

~Henry David Thoreau

I do not hate my enemies.  Takes too much effort.  They are beneath contempt.

Those who have sought to destroy me throughout my life have often come to dismal ends.  Suicide.  Drug and alcohol addiction. Fractured lives.

I just turn it over and read Psalms and take strength from King David's poems of prayer and contrition.  Perhaps some of these so-called "Christians", who corrupt everything the gentle Jesus ever taught in order to attain their own empirical ends, can take a lesson from that.

But fools rarely learn from their own mistakes.

"A man should not allow himself to hate  even his enemies, because if you indulge this passion on some occasions,  it will rise of itself in others; if you hate your enemies, you will contract such a  vicious habit of mind, as by degrees will break out upon those  who are your friends, or those who are indifferent to you." -- Plutarch

 Still I Rise, by Maya Angelou 

You may write me down in history 
With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt 
But still, like dust, I'll rise. 
Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells 
Pumping in my living room. 
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, 
Still I'll rise. 
Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. 
Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard '
Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. 
You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, 
But still, like air, I'll rise... 

Aggravated stalking.  A forcible felony.  Defined in the Florida statutes in the same category as murder, rape, assault, armed robbery, and armed burglary.

In Florida, aggravated stalking, along with the other forcible felonies, allows the use of deadly force in defense of life or in the event of the danger of great bodily harm to the innocent, by the victim or the observer of these heinous crimes.

Those who engage in this behavior directed at me may not be aware of this.

Just thought I would enlighten you a bit as to the degree of risk you are assuming.

Everyone getting the idea that I am beyond sick and tired and totally fed up with these outrages?

I despise fanatics of any persuasion, be they religious, political, or philosophical.  I've known for at least a year now that many of my opponents are religious fanatics.  It's past evident.

I seek peace.  I have done nothing to these people.  Yet, they attempt to totally disrupt my life.

I am alone.  I have no real friends in this jerkwater town.  I'm flying solo.  But I am not afraid and stalking me in the current fashion what they are demonstrating is known under Florida law as Aggravated stalking, as, I previously mentioned, a forcible felony.  That's a whole new ballgame for those who seek to intimidate others. They are repeatedly putting me in fear for my life. It's a high-risk activity.

So if you wish to continue to take the risk, do so.

It's your choice.

According to my stats, I got a lotta hits on tonight's posts.  Seems a lot of these assholes are on line.

What I wrote, stands.

Hunt me and I'll hunt you back.

I am one old man, alone.

Do you think I fear you?  If so, you are fools.  Fear me, bitches, because I know no fear.

Si vis pacem para bellum.

Walmart's the only game in town in this jerkwater redneck town I live in.

Christian fundamentalists are like fleas on a dogs ass around here, as well.  There are more little horseshit do-nothing churches scattered around this hopeless little place than there are bars, and that's unusual in Florida.

Anyway.

The asshole who lives across the street who tried to set me up with DHS as a domestic terrorist is a Christian fundamentalist   Now, I have nothing at all against Christians in general.  My parents were devout, and they were two very generous and dedicated people.  But they did not swallow fundamentalist doctrine like a junkie swallows Oxycontin, as many of the locals here do.  They're pathetic fools. Followers, not leaders.  They're hopeless.  And they comprise the majority of my stalkers.  They are truly white trash scum.

I got stalked tonight at the Walmart when I went early on a weekend, Sunday night about ten PM local EDT, to buy some basics.  Weekends are when these pitiful fucks crawl out from underneath their pathetic week-long existences as leaf blowers and burger cookers.  They have learned to stay away from my home.  I recently taught them a lesson they will not soon forget.   Don't fuck with this old warrior, because I fear nothing.  Death, as I have previously said, is simply one door closing and another opening, and I do not fear death.

So tonight I got the treatment from a young white trash thug wearing a HUGE cross from a chain around his neck, and the usual horn-blowing in the parking lot when I left the store.  I locked onto the location of the horn blower and went hunting with my 900 lumen light and my .45.  Flushed the turd.  He panicked.

He slowly backed out and headed in the opposite direction.  I drove into an empty strip mall parking lot, hoping to lure him in for a good, clean shot, so as not to endanger innocents.  I was in fear for my life.  After all, he was stalking me...  Forcible felony... Deadly force applicable...

I always run to the sounds of the shots.  That's where the action is.

But the bitch fled.

So I went home.

They're actually doing me a favor.  I have always thrived on danger and very high risk.  If they want to put me at risk, my answer is to increase their risk to the intolerable level.  It always works. Funny how they're not so eager to really go meet Jesus, isn't it?  (They'd rather wait.)

Thanks, assholes, for helping me to keep my edge.

These fundamentalist scumbags truly amuse me.

It was fun.

Let's do it again sometime.

Maybe next Sunday night?  I'll bring my AR 15...  Or maybe my .375...

Stay home, you stupid, doctrinaire motherfuckers, or I will bring hell down upon you. Stay home.  Watch TV. Study Joshua. (He was a real badass.)  You put me at fear for my life, you arrogant bastards, and the consequences will be upon you.  Look to your own houses, you sanctimonious sons of bitches.

I do not fear you.

To bed.  Good night, Internet wanderers.

And to my enemies, ESAD.

Yeah.  You know what it means.

ESAD.

I must be getting to these bastards.  My blog is under attack   The list of topics shown on the right side of the blog page flutters in a hypnotic rhythm,  distracting the reader from concentration on the selected topic.  Now, Google wouldn't have a hand in this...Or would they?  Does this appear only on my computer screen, or does it appear on the screen any time anyone accesses a blog post?  I have no way of knowing.

This is a recent development, only first noticed last night.  So what I am writing is getting the attention of the underground government,  the dedicated psychopaths who ruin our lives and confuse us and distract us with mass-media bullshit.

For more information, read my post on Operation Gladio, which is still very much underway in the United States, with, I'd bet, another code name.

But it is working, and, as we sink deeper into the totalitarian abyss, don't say you were not warned.

Did another food/beer run to Walmart tonight.  Midnight+30.  Took my time.  Left the store and strolled into the dimly lit parking lot, looking, searching,  hunting for the scumbag sitting in his shitbox car, stalking me.  Yes!  Put me in fear for my life!  Put me in fear, regardless of how momentary, of death or great bodily harm!

I will fuck you up.

Nobody showed.  No little redneck bitches scuttling away in the darkness among the parked cars, no little cunts lurking this nasty, crazy old man.  No amateurs. Not tonight.

Because you read this, and you are craven cowards.

I am committed.

Are you?

Another comical night at the local Walmart.  Did a beer run at 0130.  Parking lot was fairly empty, but I didn't pay much attention.  Why bother?  The cunts wont leave their cars.  So I got my suds before the local blue laws kicked in at 0200 and some food and walked back to my truck and, as I loaded the stuff in the bed, some asshole in a little black piece-of-shit car fired up.  He was parked right behind me.  Could have ambushed me, but hell, they got Reagan, didn't they?

It's absolutely comical how these cunts are cowed.  They know that if they stalk me and I even consider them a threat to my life or if I feel that I am in danger of death or great bodily harm, I will fire on them.  No preamble.  No Hollywood pre-contact speech...just fire off the hip and keep firing and finally bringing the sights into play,  but by that time, I will have at least one or two Gold Dots into their miserable asses.  So they hide in their cars and flee about the time I am ready to go mobile.

I laughed my ass off.  I'm still chuckling at these pathetic little bitches.  What do they tell their mothers, if they know who they were, when mommy asks them what they do in their spare time?  It's funny.  A real kick in the ass.  I fucking love it!

If they ever do prison time, they'll be the ones wearing lipstick, blush and red lace panties!!

If you ain't livin' on the edge, you're takin' up too much space!!

Tried to post a picture of a black DHS MRAP cruising the streets of America. Couldn't do it.  Fucking Google formatting. Anyone who thinks that DHS is not a clear and present danger to American freedoms is delusional.  Thanks, George Bush, for creating this fascist army of repressors and thanks to the narcissist-in-chief, the mad Kenyan Barack Hussein Obama, for arming them up.

It ain't over yet.

Tonight, I ventured out among the fat people to go to Walmart to buy beer & food.  I was lurked in the parking lot, but they fled when I made them. They are such cowardly scum.  Bullets give them pause for thought.

I do not fear death.  I will welcome it.  One door closes;  another opens.  If you doubt this, study it.  You will find the answer, if you accept it.

But my tormentors dread the thought of  230 grain Gold Dots smashing into their faces.  They lack the courage of their own pitiful convictions. They flee before me, because I am without fear and I will kill them if they present themselves.  So walk the walk, scumbags, if you have the balls.

I do.

"I must be willing to give up what I am in order to become what I will be."

Albert Einstein

"Greater is he who conquers his own soul than he who takes a city."

                                             Unknown

It's too quiet.

You've heard of the calm before the storm?  I survived hurricane Andrew that hit Homestead, Florida and surrounding areas in August, 1992.  175 mph steady state winds, with gusts to 200.  The day before was beautiful.  The day after...well, I won't bore you with the details, but if you've ever wondered what total devastation looks like, the day after Andrew passed defines it.  We barely escaped with our lives.  I lost my home and almost everything I owned in two hours.

Whatever the case, they've pulled back.  Instead of making me relax,  I now carry two weapons wherever I go and am on full alert. Two weapons saves a mandatory reload.  So I expect the other shoe to drop any day, but I'm not losing any sleep over it.

Fucking bring it on.

When you do not fear your own death and others fear their own, you become invincible.

I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it. — Maya Angelou

"The king is watching" by Yoel Schlaen

"So do not fear, for I am with you;
do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
All who rage against you
will surely be ashamed and disgraced;
those who oppose you
will be as nothing and perish.
Though you search for your enemies,
you will not find them.
Those who wage war against you
will be as nothing at all.
For I am the Lord your God
who takes hold of your right hand
and says to you, Do not fear;
I will help you." (Isaiah 41:10-13; NIV

Do not go gentle into that good night
by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage,rage against the dying of the light.

- See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15377#sthash.QR6Dmj4Z.dpuf

This old warrior is still here, regardless of their decades-long depredations. So do not quit.  Never, ever quit! You out there, you who are curled up on the floor in a ball, weeping, surrendering , DO NOT SURRENDER TO THESE PSYCHOPATHS! These psychopaths who seek to control and destroy your immortal souls!  That is their ultimate goal.  YOU ARE NOT ALONE!  Never quit!  Never, EVER quit. All you have to lose are your lives.  And what are they? A blink in Time's eye.  But we are here for a purpose. Fulfill yours. There is God.  Ask for his help and he will succor you.  He has me, as recently as last night.