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