"The world breaks everyone ... those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry." Ernest Hemingway

Hey...some of you have seen the current Dodge Chargers.  They wouldn't make a pimple on a real Dodge Charger's ass, but they seem to have the current macho boys mesmerized, (along with Ford F-250 4x4's...)

Anyway...

This evening I was out walking my dog in the usual place, and some little nutless bitch cruised me in one.  Black, with blacked out windows.  Now, if you're sitting the the driver's seat, I pretty much know where you head is. Hard to hide, even blacked out.  I mean, your head has to be within a few inches of dead center if you're gonna drive your ballsy macho car...right? Catch my drift?

Anyway...

This bitch cruises me on the main drag leading into this miserable suburban burrow.  The road curves around pretty good to my rear, opposite to the way I was facing.There were are several trees between where I was standing and where he hit the stop sign.  So when he gets to the stop sign, he begins blowing his little Japanese horn almost hysterically.

Now, I travel heavily armed...a couple of .45's and a .357 as backup, usually. And maybe an AR in the truck as a backup... I can make a shot with a handgun at ranges in excess of 75 yards.  Good to 300 yards with the AR...

So this cunt takes cover and begins frantically blowing his horn...It was hysterical...really.  He did this.  No shit.  I couldn't stop laughing.

He's the kinda guy who stalks me in a shopping center parking lot, hidden among all the other cars, while jacking off to internet porn on his iPad, waiting for me to come out of the store so he can toot his little horn, with a roll of toilet paper set on the seat adjacent to him he uses to pick up the ejaculate...  (So he doesn't have to wipe his hand on his pants...)

Tell me...would you want a guy like that to marry your daughter?

HahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Just can't get good help anymore... ;-}

"There are hunters and there are victims.  By your discipline, cunning, obedience and alertness, you will decide if you are a hunter or a victim."

General "Mad Dog" Mattis, USMC

Truth is, this country is doomed.  We have destroyed ourselves by our greed and our apathy.  We are witnessing, participating, in the death of the greatest human experiment in governance since the beginning of recorded history. And millions will die because of it.

Pat the Rat update...haven't seen a single sign of his cowardly ass.  The paint store manager who wanted to be a spy...A complete fool...No slack, Pat.  No slack for you....Read it and weep...Yeah...tell us all about that all-black Army aviation outfit in Vietnam you were assigned to...after President Truman deactivated all segregation in the US  Military in 1949...In Vietnam, where, in your own words, you killed 300 Chinese? I know what you are and who you are and you tried to betray me, but you failed, miserably. For what?  A blow job from a pretty girl your wife doesn't know about?  You'd fall for that, wouldn't you?  Or promises of glory?  A last gasp before your last gasp? You a suck-up, Pat? A lemming? Sucking up to the fascists?  It figgers.

The good Christian...my ass... You wouldn't make a pimple on a real Christian's ass...you started a war you could have avoided. You could have just attended to your own business, puttering around in your garage and fantasizing about the Rapture that didn't happen...you're a bloody fool.  You could have left well enough alone...Noooo...you wanted to get involved...and so you are...your SKS is useless.  You'd likely shoot your dick off with it, anyway...You and your little 9mm popgun...You're a cunt. You're not a real man, or you would stand up...but you don't even know how to...

I won't fire a shot at you... Not a single round.  You're not worth it.  Ammo is too expensive...you're not worth a dollar to me...Not one dollar...I'll simply sit here and watch you die your slow, miserable death and piss on your grave when you're gone.

I am so totally disgusted with you weekend punks.  You wanna die?  Then come on down...This has gone long past the stage of amateurs...  Stay in your hovels...stay in your shitkicker bars...but leave me the fuck alone, or you will pay, dearly...No prisoners.  No mercy.  NO slack.

Meanwhile, think I'll have another beer...

I'm so scared I could just weep...

Are you fucking kidding me?

It's stalker Saturday, when the amateurs come out.  The stupid redneck pieces of shit who inhabit this backwater...My dog just alerted a few minutes ago, so I grabbed one of the .45's and a few spare mags out of the safe and a bag of AR 15 mags out of the closet.

You wanna try me cunts? Come on down...

Lets all die together...

I love company...

Just got buzzed by some small town asshole in an orange Japanese piece of shit while walking my dog...you want bullets punching through your windshield, and your fucking face?...Do it again and I will open fire.

I'm totally fed up.

Try me.

And bleed...

The only things lower on the social scale than thieves are child sex traffickers, pedophiles, and politicians.  I have been attacked for years by thieves, who have stolen many mementos from my various lives.

Fuck you.

You can steal my trash, but you can't steal me, and that is really what you are all about.  Fail.

I have accomplished myriad things that you can only dream about.  That's one more reason to hate me, isn't it?  You are totally pathetic, inadequate pieces of shit who can only make others' lives difficult because your lives are such total shitbags, as are you.

Fear me, motherfuckers.  I seek peace, but if you insist on war, war is what you will get.

Wanna hand the oligarchs their asses?  Check out Avaaz.org...and join us...

You fascist bastards...every time I post, you're on it like fleas on a stray dog's ass.  You think you're gonna learn something?  You're pathetic.  But you do keep me interested in life...clowns...

Meanwhile, Pat the Rat's hiding under his bed...  I find that highly entertaining...

(At least that is a viable assumption...)

Fear me, thugs.  I do not fear you.  It has been a good life.  I will sell mine dearly.  We each owe God a death.  It will come in its own time.

Walmart again?

I may have gotten stalked in Walmart this morning by a thug wearing a gray sleeveless pullover with a buddy in the background perusing the sunglass display, who was in the checkout line.  He just stared.  But nobody leaned over my shoulder this morning like the last one I encountered in the Walmart checkout lane did, and I don't give a fuck if the thug was 6'3 and 230 pounds, he bleeds like any other man.  So no gunfire.

Maybe you finally believe me.  If you overtly stalk me, I will do my very, very best to fuck you up.

You have been attacking me for 33 years.  You have repeatedly attempted to compromise me, set me up for crimes, destroy my reputation, turn my neighbors against me, and attack me with false flag ops.  You have repeatedly burglarized my dwellings and have stolen money, ammunition, clothing, boots, a Rolex watch, and many items from my past.  I have a two page list of things you thieving bastards have taken over the years.

I'm still standing.

And make no mistake, I despise you.  You are despicable creatures, basically reptilian, who do not possess souls.  Many of you are true psychopaths.  Many others are sociopaths. Occasionally, I find myself wishing I was.  We would have ended this years ago.

I have exercised restraint for many years.  But now, you have finally exceeded my abuse threshold.  Proceed at your own risk.  I have nothing to lose.

The simple fact is...

...we can trust no none.  No one.  It's a lonely life, but those who attempt to get close to us will readily betray us, for whatever reason...most likely to alleviate their own pain, based on false promises.  Trust on one, no matter how empathetic they seem to be.  For we are a lonely bunch, and we seek solace from our loneliness through another supposedly tormented individual.

Look for the nuances.  NEVER ignore the nuances, for therein the secrets lie.  It if looks too be good to be true, it is.  Always.

They'll sell you out for a six pack and a hot meal, and one good night's sleep...

Beware of false flags...they abound...

Saturday night...

Saturday night.  Hunting...They call it hunting because it doesn't always result in a kill.  The hunt is the thing...watching, sensing, with all your faculties attuned to danger...looking for that opportunity for one or two seconds to get in a quick, accurate and fatal shot...

Nobody showed...

Damn the bad luck...

I have this feeling...

...that somewhere out there in Internet land, there is this little punk sitting in his little cubicle somewhere, maybe in Ft. Meade, monitoring everything I post here.  He's a dickless little cunt, who lives for his little internet monitor and his video games, who notes everything I write, in order to compile a file on me.

Egotistical?  Not hardly.  Everytime I post something here, I immediately get ONE hit....as if some little cunt is standing by, waiting for me to spout out some diatribe or another.

So, if you're there, little nutless fucktard, go fuck yourself.  And your mother.

Hows that for a diatribe?

Suck on this, Obama...

http://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/56318?utm_source=CFP+Mailout&utm_campaign=65139854dd-Call_to_Champions&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_d8f503f036-65139854dd-297700057

Let's get close...

The next one gets steel in the throat.  Come on down, assholes.  Let's get wet...

Things Have Changed...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9EKqQWPjyo

The Path Of The Warrior...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKqT0-3JV5E&feature=youtube_gdata_player

The corruptors...

This scum corrupts everyone they touch.  They take perfectly normal, boring people and convert them to traitorous scum.  They get a grip on someone, through corrupt methodology, and turn them against friends and neighbors.  They never let go. They terrify them by the exercise of their pitiful authority, emboldened by undeserved reputations for honesty and integrity, when, in fact, they are the most corrupt people on the face of this earth.  The result is social destruction.  They seek a totalitarian state, whereby all are subject to their whims.  But, then, they encounter people like me, who, first, do not fear them, and second, hate their miserable guts.  Their blood on the ground will be the inevitable outcome. And ours, as well...

Fear...

What are the normal responses to fear? There are only two: flight or fight.  A moose cornered by wolves will fight to the death, even though it knows it will be devoured.

So what do TI's do?  Many of us try to flee.  But the inexorability and mercilessness of our tormentors make it impossible to flee.  So, given the chance, do we simply lie down and weep and die, or do we fight?

I have chosen to fight to the death.  In actual fact, there is no other choice.  The forces arrayed against us are formidable.  The entire US government and its contractors, its mercenaries, are aligned against us.  A force such as this is impossible to overcome.

But, we can make them pay a price.  We can instill fear in them.

We can instill fear in them, for they wish to live.  To be a dedicated TI, surrendering to the inevitability of death is a necessity.  Once one accepts that, and is willing to lay down one's life in order to attain strength, we gain strength.

King Leonidas at Thermopylae knew that his death was inevitable.  He only fought harder.  Will you die a coward's death, or will you stand and fight, as he did?  And leave the ground soaked in the blood of your enemies?

Some groups put faith in empty petitions and pathetic demonstrations.  The truth is, people, nobody cares.  Because they are afraid to.  They are afraid that, if they speak up in our defense, they, too, will be targeted.

So I fight.  Alone.  Trusting no one and ready to sell my life dearly for the worthless life of some pathetic asshole who is stalking me for twenty bucks and a six pack.

Bring it on.  Death is but one door closing and another opening.

Hey, reptiles...are you yet ready to close that final door?

I am...

Trust me...

I shit you not...

LOL!!

That woke the bitches up!! 25 hits in 30 minutes...

Suck on this, turds...

You're on notice...the very next pukebag who stalks me on a checkout line at Walmart or Wynn Dixie is gonna die.  I will do my very best to blow major caliber holes throughout your body.  So proceed at your own risk.  It most definitely is no slight risk.  Enough is enough.  Black, white, Latin, Asian.  You're fucking dead.  Or I am.  It matters not to me.  Tonight, you crossed the line...If I can, if I have the moment of a chance, I will blow you out of your fucking shoes...

The next slimeball who creeps me in a checkout line is gonna get either several bullets in his center of mass or six inches of fine Randall steel in his solar plexus.  Want some?  Come on down...