The Thrill Is Gone...BB King.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fk2prKnYnI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_VsvZmIWxY

Haven't heard from Stalked in Oklahoma in over a week.  Last email I got she told me she was ready to die.  Nothing since.  Maybe she has finally had enough.

Every war has its casualties.  Perhaps she has become another one, because, make no mistake, this is a war.

I am grieving for her.

Never quit.  Never let the bastards grind you down.

I was attacked electronically and viciously in my sleep this past afternoon. I had walked around my house talking to the DEA scum on the house bugs and called them cowardly, crooked, worthless bastards, so they retaliated by waking me about an hour after I had gone to sleep with a violent headache.  So I just gutted it out and went back to sleep.

What a bunch of cunts.  They are afraid to confront me on the street because they fully realize that I will do my very best to kill them, so they attack clandestinely, exhibiting the behavior of devout, practicing cowards.  Fuck them.

I will never quit.  Never!

Mesmerizing...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HDLLXUaqZxg

The Outlaws with a very old song...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YmpvpypXKf0

Do not fear the darkness, because there is light waiting on the other side... It is not the dark.  It is peace for those of us who seek it, for those of us who have been tormented by these psychotic bastards all our lives. As Winston Churchill once famously said, there is nothing to fear but fear itself. We are psychological experiments.

Accept it and deal with it.  But do not fear.  All they can do is kill us, and death is a release from this torment.

They seek to instill fear into us.  I haven't feared them for years.  Throughout all the outrages that have been committed against me, I still do not fear them.  It drives them nuts.  I will kill them at any opportunity, and they know it, and they fear me.  I like that. A Colt .45 on my hip and an AR 15 behind the seat in my truck.  Bring it on, motherfuckers.  Better to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

So press on.

Never quit.  Never ever quit.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8arvEzHsA8&list=PL28444495170B49E7

For Vikki...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAK5Ids7l5g

Another tune for Stalked in Oklahoma.  This will be played at my funeral, if I ever have one...

Green Grass And High Tides by The Outlaws.

I am an outlaw.  This also goes out to all the outlaws who buck the system and pay the price.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=boR0mqkFDic

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiiyq2xrSI0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErEjm1t4uOQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cd1IvYKaBx4

Click on the youtube link for a wonderful song.  Just because we are constantly under attack doesn't man we can't enjoy beauty.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AW9C3-qWug&feature=youtu.be

The Wanderlust by Robert William Service

The Wanderlust has lured me to the seven lonely seas,
Has dumped me on the tailing-piles of dearth;
The Wanderlust has haled me from the morris chairs of ease,
Has hurled me to the ends of all the earth.
How bitterly I've cursed it, oh, the Painted Desert knows,
The wraithlike heights that hug the pallid plain,
The all-but-fluid silence, -- yet the longing grows and grows,
And I've got to glut the Wanderlust again.

Soldier, sailor, in what a plight I've been!
Tinker, tailor, oh what a sight I've seen!
And I'm hitting the trail in the morning, boys,
And you won't see my heels for dust;
For it's "all day" with you
When you answer the cue
Of the Wan-der-lust.

The Wanderlust has got me . . . by the belly-aching fire,
By the fever and the freezing and the pain;
By the darkness that just drowns you, by the wail of home desire,
I've tried to break the spell of it -- in vain.
Life might have been a feast for me, now there are only crumbs;
In rags and tatters, beggar-wise I sit;
Yet there's no rest or peace for me, imperious it drums,
The Wanderlust, and I must follow it.

Highway, by-way, many a mile I've done;
Rare way, fair way, many a height I've won;
But I'm pulling my freight in the morning, boys,
And it's over the hills or bust;
For there's never a cure
When you list to the lure
Of the Wan-der-lust.

The Wanderlust has taught me . . . it has whispered to my heart
Things all you stay-at-homes will never know.
The white man and the savage are but three short days apart,
Three days of cursing, crawling, doubt and woe.
Then it's down to chewing muclucs, to the water you can eat,
To fish you bolt with nose held in your hand.
When you get right down to cases, it's King's Grub that rules the races,
And the Wanderlust will help you understand.

Haunting, taunting, that is the spell of it;
Mocking, baulking, that is the hell of it;
But I'll shoulder my pack in the morning, boys,
And I'm going because I must;
For it's so-long to all
When you answer the call
Of the Wan-der-lust.

The Wanderlust has blest me . . . in a ragged blanket curled,
I've watched the gulf of Heaven foam with stars;
I've walked with eyes wide open to the wonder of the world,
I've seen God's flood of glory burst its bars.
I've seen the gold a-blinding in the riffles of the sky,
Till I fancied me a bloated plutocrat;
But I'm freedom's happy bond-slave, and I will be till I die,
And I've got to thank the Wanderlust for that.

Wild heart, child heart, all of the world your home.
Glad heart, mad heart, what can you do but roam?
Oh, I'll beat it once more in the morning, boys,
With a pinch of tea and a crust;
For you cannot deny
When you hark to the cry
Of the Wan-der-lust.

The Wanderlust will claim me at the finish for its own.
I'll turn my back on men and face the Pole.
Beyond the Arctic outposts I will venture all alone;
Some Never-never Land will be my goal.
Thank God! there's none will miss me, for I've been a bird of flight;
And in my moccasins I'll take my call;
For the Wanderlust has ruled me,
And the Wanderlust has schooled me,
And I'm ready for the darkest trail of all.

Grim land, dim land, oh, how the vastness calls!
Far land, star land, oh, how the stillness falls!
For you never can tell if it's heaven or hell,
And I'm taking the trail on trust;
But I haven't a doubt
That my soul will leap out
On its Wan-de

Stalked in Oklahoma has a new video up.  The audio sucks, but you can clearly see the burn on her face caused by these demonic weapons.  These weapons are cracking our universe and are causing big problems to others who no longer reside here.

We must continue to get the word out about these weapons to all who will listen, and about the truly evil men and women who wield them.  It is urgent. Extremely urgent.

Good, brief news from Stalked in Oklahoma today.  After a painful examination, it has been determined that two of her lung tumors are receding.  Pray that the third does.  She is still very weak.  Pray for her.

I have rarely, if ever, met a bunch of cops who are as stupid as the Volusia County Florida Sheriff's deputies.  Tell them the truth, and they are both too stupid and ignorant to recognize it.

Never, ever, EVER trust a cop.  They always have their own agenda, and when in a group, are even worse. Absolute Fucking Idiots. They're totally pathetic, clowns with badges and guns and most can't shoot worth a shit anyway.

If they weren't County Mounties, they'd have to go out and get a real job, such as pushing burgers across the counter at McDonald's, where they just might get paid what they're really worth.

Bunch of assholes.

Stalked in Oklahoma is very ill.  She spent a month in Intensive Care as a result of the electronic attacks directed at her, complete with chest tubes used to drain the accumulated pus off of her lungs caused by the radiation.  Her name is Vikki.  Please keep her in your prayers.

Nothing yet from the cops, but things like this often take time.  I'm wearing my Molon Labe T shirt just in case they get any big ideas.  Yeah, I'll go down, but hopefully not alone.

Had my .375 loaded with some very effective, deep penetrating ammo that would make library paste out of their little Kevlar vests.

They'd better be glad they stayed home that night.

I don't care if I live or die, but I would bet they do.

 Made the mistake of calling in the local cops after the last theft I experienced.  Turns out these assholes think I have a touch of dementia.  Stupid fucking red neck cops.  They want to come and get me, there will be a slight altercation.  I'm not going anywhere.

My posts must be getting to him.  He has been very active lately.  Please, God.  You have been very good to me throughout my life.  Please let me catch this piece of shit in my house so I can blow his liver out.

The asshole across the street is really trying to get under my skin.  He has committed a series of petty thefts over the last couple of weeks. You know, the slimeball who lives at 940 King's Mountain Road, Deland, FL 32720.

Items stolen include a tube of toothpaste, a hearing aid cleaning tool, a first aid kit,  a couple of drinking glasses, two pair of suspenders, and a baseball cap. I'll probably find some other item missing, but that's the current inventory.

He either enters quietly when I am asleep, or after I have left the house.  He is attempting to coerce me into losing control and forcing me into committing a violent act.  Keep in mind, he is merely a petty thief.  Thieves are only one notch above pedophiles on the criminal social scale and I imagine he is both.

And, above all, he is a coward.          

He has tampered with the sights on my AR 15, but I will soon remedy that.  He is only a lasered 71 yards away.  Hell, I can hit him with a pistol at that distance. I don't need sights at that range.

He is a devout, practicing coward and sends his sweat-hog wife out for the mail.  He rarely leaves his home and when he does, it's always in his car early in the morning.  He sits inside all day like a clam in its shell, monitoring my activities with the cameras that were installed several years ago.

He's a useless cunt.  I hope the scumbags who are running him aren't paying him too much.

My motto all my life has been Iligitimi non Carborundum, a play on words which means, Don't let the bastards grind you down.  He is trying to grind me down, and he will fail.

All things come to he who waits, and I am a very patient man.  I am not about to allow some low rent trailer trash incestuous pedophilic white nigger piece of shit lure me into doing the wrong thing at the wrong time.

Just guessing, but I would imagine he sits inside all day masturbating to internet porn while his shitbag wife is at work. (She's so ugly I couldn't fuck her on a double dose of Viagra.) And I bet he likes the really young ones.  He's probably dialed into a kiddie porn network.  That would definitely be his style.

My day will come.

I hereby apologize to Stalked in Oklahoma for all the nasty things I said about her.  My feelings were deeply hurt and when that happens, I lash out.  I overdid it with her. She didn't deserve it. We are friends again.  Thankfully, she has forgiven me. More or less. She'll either get over it, or she won't. I've lost all the sleep over it I'm gonna lose.

My AR 15 usually resides beside my bed.  This morning early, I headed out on a beer run, since I usually sleep during the afternoon and stay awake most of the night, communicating with friends worldwide, many in India and Africa. It's now the middle of my day.

Decided to take the little carbine with me, so I picked it up, checked the safety and other installed equipment, safety On of course.  That was the very first thing I did was check safety on Safe, as they have snuck in here while I was asleep several times in the past, and moved it to Fire. They have been pulling that stunt for over five years with several weapons.

Then I partially withdrew the bolt to check the load.  I usually keep one chambered.  You never know.

And surprise, surprise!  The chamber was empty and the bolt had been partially jammed so as not to feed another round off the magazine stack if needed.

I cleared it thoroughly and discovered a round jammed at the bottom of the feed ramp, which round would not feed when I cycled the bolt. I certainly didn't put it there. So I partially disassembled the weapon, cleared the jammed round and reloaded the weapon, cycling several rounds from the magazine through it to ensure a smooth firing sequence, should the need arise.

This only exemplifies their stupidity.  They know that I am a small arms expert and I always check my weapons before venturing out. If a weapon won't fire, it's just another hunk of steel and plastic. They should know better by now, but, as Einstein is purported to have said,  "The definition of insanity is repeating the same behavior and expecting a different result."

By that definition, they are insane.

Not to mention stupid, of course.

One may never allow himself to become careless or negligent, particularly where weapons are concerned.  They're stupid, but persistent.

I suppose they figure that if they kick a dead cow enough times, it will eventually get up and walk away.

Mainly, it just farts noxious gas...

Fleetwood Mac - Go Your Own Way - 1977

Self explanatory...

Stalker Saturday, when the white trash climbs out from underneath their rocks.  Another beer run to Walmart about about 0030 local time.

This time, when I left the store, I was, as usual, on high alert, but nobody showed.  No one sitting in a car with headlights aimed at me.  No one lurking in the shadows.  I guess they finally got the message.

I had loaded the AR into the truck, along with some spare magazines.  You can never have too much ammunition.  They got the point.

One thing that never ceases to amaze me is the collective naivete of the American middle class. For some some obscure reason, they think they can't be touched.  They think they're "safe." Collectively delusional.  That is, until extreme violence comes home to them.

Then they ask, "Why me?"  I'm a nice guy, or woman.  I pay my bills and pay my taxes.  How can this happen to me?

That, I believe is due to the fact that we have historically been shielded by oceans.

But, you poor, stupid pitiful bastards, the system you have trusted for so long has finally sold you out. And you never saw it coming.

Start backyard gardens, if you have a backyard.  Arm up.  Buy firearms and plenty of ammunition. Learn how to use firearms.  Your very lives will depend on it. Hoard everything you can get your hands on, because the bottom is about to fall out, and only the strong will survive. Food, water, meds, toilet paper, unless you wish to wipe your asses with a handful of leaves. Batteries.  Camp stoves and plenty of fuel. Buy a bicycle, unless you prefer walking, and many of you can't walk a city block unassisted.The rest of you will starve. Or get overrun.

Only the strong survive.

Went on a cigar and beer run to Walmart tonight a little after midnight in this little shithole of a town. Entered the store, picked up a 12 pack of Heineken and headed out the door.  So guess what?

There, in the parking lane behind me, was a pickup with two people sitting in it with the headlights illuminated, aimed at me.  So I loaded the beer into the truck, got in, started the engine, rolled the left window down so that if I had to fire, the blast wouldn't destroy what is left of my hearing, stuck the Sig under my left thigh, didn't fasten my seat belt in case I would have to rapidly evacuate the vehicle, and doubled around on them, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

As I approached them from their right, they shut the lights off and became very nonthreatening very quickly. Very smart move.  I was gonna blow their fucking windshields out.

You can buy these white niggers for 20 bucks and a six pack.  Fucking trailer trash. They're a dime a dozen in this miserable fucking town. Just can't get good help these days, I suppose. Times are tough, but not as tough as getting your faces splattered with .3555 diameter bullets, Speer Gold Dots, the best there are, moving at 1450 fps. And if I must, I will wield the AR, firing 62 grain LAP @ 3200 fps.  I'll dump a 30 round mag into your truck cab and reload. That will fuck up your day.

You are on notice.

I have repeatedly said it before, and you never seem to learn. You seem to be intent upon committing suicide.

Trust me.  I will send you to Hell.

I don't give a fuck anymore.

Stalk me and die.

Five Finger Death Punch - The Tragic Truth

I don't know who reads my stuff.  I very rarely get a comment on any post.  Ukraine, Poland, Ireland,Germany, Australia, Canada, Singapore, China, Russia, Argentina, the States, and all the others, too numerous to mention... I don't know who you are out there, but believe this:  I write to express deeply held emotions and convictions that I choose to share with the world, and for no other reason whatsoever.  So take it for what it's worth.  An angry old man's ramblings, about the injustices that have been perpetrated upon me and others in my classification, a Targeted Individual.

I fight.  I will always fight, and to the death. I will never, ever quit. Regardless of the treacheries and betrayals, I will not surrender.

Take my advice:  trust no one, because if you do, you will be severely disappointed, as I have been.

You're on your own.

Linda Ronstadt ~ Poor Poor Pitiful Me

Dedicted to Victoria Beelke Johnson...

Just got thrown under the bus by Stalked in Oklahoma. She doesn't like the way I drink. I drink to assuage the isolation and solitude, the abject loneliness we TI's often feel because of our targeting and, also the fact that, at almost 72, my friends are dropping like flies.

I have wept for her, prayed for her, offered almost continuous emotional support for her for almost two years as she underwent her torment, and now this?

In my almost 72 years on this planet, I have yet to meet a woman I could really trust. All but one. Looks like I was again mistaken.  But I will handle it, as I always have handled the major disappointments in my life.  She is welcome to go it alone. As will I. Sure as hell won't be the first time.

Now she is taking refuge with her daughter in Conroe, Texas, and is no longer living in Ada, Oklahoma among psychopathic Chickasaws who tortured her continuously for over 18 months, married to a true psychopath who likes to run around in the back yard wearing nothing but a fucking dog collar! Can you believe that?

As Jimmy Buffet sang so many years ago, "...in the tropics, they come and they go."

If you're going to survive in this perverted game, you gotta develop a very hard shell.  It is the only way to survive. That, and a good compliment of functional firearms.

Come to think of it, I have encountered three female TI's that I have developed a relationship with, and every single one of those white trash bitches has thrown me under the bus.

Sarah Doremus in San Francisco, Tammy Battaglia in Ohio, and now Victoria Johnson in Texas, late of Oklahoma.  They use you like toilet paper, play on your sympathies, and then discard you when they don't need you any more.  And man, do they have stories to tell.  By now, I've finally figured out the stories are mostly bullshit, created out of whole cloth to garner sympathy. No more. No more feminine bullshit for this old warrior.

Fucking damsels in distress.  "Po', po' pitiful me." They can cry to someone else.  This old man is FUCKING DONE!

They can all go fuck themselves, from this point onward.  Cry the blues to someone who gives a shit.  I will no longer sacrifice myself on the alter of some whimpering female. I have had more than enough of crying, whining TI women.

You have it tough?  So do I.  I've been targeted for 35 fucking years by these psychopaths.  Think you could deal with it? I have, and still do on a daily basis.  I carry two handguns and an AR 15 wherever I go, and a big fucking dog, as well.  If I can't go there armed, I do not go.

I held that ungrateful bitch together emotionally for almost two years and I get treated like dirt?  What the fuck was I thinking?  I got sucked in again.  They say the third time's the charm.  It certainly is with me.

I have had enough of this female bullshit, or these crybaby male TI's who don't have the balls to pick up a gun and go hunt stalkers like I once hunted Cape buffalo, with malice aforethought. They sign petitions that nobody reads, post newsletters filled with useless bullshit,  testify at "conferences" where nobody listens to them, and file futile lawsuits that always seem to get thrown out of court.

So, Victoria Beelke Johnson, you treacherous bitch, you are cordially invited to kiss my Irish ass. You told me I brought you back from death.  I should have left you there. It certainly would have saved me from a lot of grief.  This is how I get repaid?  Now that you have your daughter to hold your hand, you don't need me anymore, so it's under the bus with me.  Well, fuck you, lady.  Fuck you very much. I hope you rot in Hell.

Life's not fair.

No shit?

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863

I am sick of war, but I have no choice, so I will fight on.

Those who contest me had better look to themselves, because I am furious and I am likely to fire at the slightest insult delivered by a nigger, white or black, or I am likely to shoot the cab out of a pickup in the Walmart parking lot with its lights on bright aimed at me, and convert everything in the cab to strawberry jam.

Do you punks really want to die this badly?  I will gladly accommodate you. All I will feel when I do it is slight recoil.

So continue to seek me out.  Your very lives hang in the balance.  Many of you are kids, who think you can live forever, until you get hit with a 62 grain 5.56 penetrator in the forehead.  That will cancel your hopes and dreams forever, and you will rot in hell.

So bring it on, slimeballs.

I have had enough.

Five Finger Death Punch- Bad Company

And I am...

Don't fuck with me any longer, assholes.  I seek death, and peace, and taking you with me will be a bonus.

I'm about ready to shoot up this fucking bunch of niggers, both white and black.  Think I'll go for a ride tonight, seriously looking for trouble.

Better a bullet than dying in a cancer ward...

These weapons being turned against us are demonic, as are the subhuman scum who wield them.  These bastards represent the forces of true Evil on God's blue earth, and it is being noticed in other realms.

We must continue to fight them with every molecule in our bodies.  We must not, cannot, surrender to these outrages.

They usually target women, because the attackers are true cunts, as the British are fond of saying.  Every now and then, they encounter a true warrior like me, who will fight to the death.  It frightens them.

Research the weapons that are being used against us. Publish your truths. They're ripping apart the very fabric of our universe.  We can never surrender.  I know, I fully realize, that many of you feel helpless and alone, but as long as I and Stalked in Oklahoma are here, you will never be alone.  We feel your pain, because we feel it ourselves.  They have tried repeatedly to kill us both, and we are still standing, me after 35 years of this war, but we must never surrender.

Start your own blog.  Tell your stories. Get the truth out!  Tell your stories, regardless of how humble you may think they are.  FIGHT!

Never quit!  Never surrender, unto death.  Peace awaits you.  That is a promise.  God and his angels are on our side.  Never lose faith. Never. It's a long, hard road.  So when did anyone ever tell you it would be easy?  I've never heard that, and it never has been.

I went out for more beer to Walmart a couple of days ago, about 0100.  I grabbed an 8 pack of Bud from the rack. So I'm walking up the aisle to the cashier and here come this nappy-head, dredlock- wearing nigger heading opposite me, and when he passes me, he says, "Hey, man, you're stupid."

This is the first time they have fielded niggers at me.  Tons of white niggers, wiggers, as we call them around here, but this is the first experience I have had with with an actual, coal-black thug.  I am now aware.

I love shooting niggers. In Angola, we called them "floppies".  They flopped around after taking a couple of bullets. They are the absolute scum of  the earth, neck-size IQ's, and no sense of self preservation. The only reason I didn't shoot the scumbag was I was drunk as a skunk and it would have been one hell of an aftermath.

Because if a white guy shoots a nigger in this country, the black thug gets a state funeral.  That's because we have a mongrel hall-white, half African and totally Muslim "black" president, and his lapdog, Eric Holder performing like a puppet in a sock.  Two racist bastards fomenting discord among American races.

War is coming, fomented by Obama.

I have nothing against blacks.  I have known many, worked with them, hunted Africa with them, worked with them in Africa over many years, and there are many wonderful blacks out there who I truly admire. The Tigray tribesmen in Ethiopia come to mind. As do the Turkana in Northern Kenya. The Maasai in Tanzania.  Truly admirable people. Skin color means nothing to me.

But American niggers are a totally different bunch.  For some perverted reason, they seem to think they're in charge.  They comprise barely 17% of the national population, and if they want a race war, there are a hundred million heavily armed whites out here who will gladly shoot them down like dogs. The slaughter will be biblical.

So you are now on notice.  Confront me again, and I will do my absolute best to kill you.

Hello Stranger - Barbara Lewis

For Vikki...it's good to see you again...Spirit warrior...

"There is only one rest for a warrior."  Marius Gabriel

Stalked in Oklahoma is alive!

Three extensive surgical procedures and a month in ICU, with Federal bodyguards around her at all times.  Some light has been shed on this situation, finally, and the FBI has taken a definite interest in the corruption among the Chickasaw Nation around Ada, Oklahoma, and other agencies are equally interested.  Her case, brought to light by her critical condition when admitted to the VA hospital in Oklahoma City, and after undergoing three surgical procedures to repair the phenomenal damage that has been done to her by concentrated electronic attacks during the past 18 months, has finally brought this travesty out into the daylight. Some people are going down.  Some already have.

She is a true warrior, a 21st Century Amazon queen, and a survivor.  I have been grieving for her for weeks, thinking that she was dead.  She called me tonight, and we will continue the fight against these psychotic scum, many of who are Federal agents operating under the radar.  The Aaron Alexis affair had a lot to do to sustain her credibility.

She is alive.

There is a God.

Went on a beer run yesterday to Muhammad's beer store.  Some white trash asshole in a beat up old faded blue Cherokee pulled in at the end of the row of parked vehicles.  Had a woman in the back seat.  Just sat there. When I put my beer in my truck, he took off.  Never left the truck.  Never entered the store.  Stalker.  The entire back window area in his Cherokee was covered with a sheet of opaque white plastic, as if someone had  blown it out with a shotgun.  I fired up and took off after him.  Took me about a mile, but I caught up to him.  He pulled into my development and I was right on his bumper.  I must admit my tires complained a bit on a couple of curves, and he was trying to outrun me, but wiggers can't drive worth a shit, and I cut my teeth on British sports cars and Benzes and know how to drive.  He pulled into a dead end street.  I did a 180 and waited for him to come out.  A white nigger like he is obviously did not live in an upscale neighborhood such as mine.  If he hadn't had the bitch in the back, I would have dumped a full mag of 357 Sig through that sheet of plastic.  She is the only thing that saved him, but I put the fear of God into his worthless white ass.  White nigger.  We call them wiggers around here, and they are numerous and easy to hire. Absolute scum. Real trailer trash. Lowest form of life on the planet except for Muslim fundamentalists. Shooting one would be like shooting a rabid hyena. Piece of cake.

AR-15 Pistol: Say NO to the Unconstitutional ATF, NFA, and SBR

This will rid your home of two-legged rodents. This is the type of weapons that scares the shit out of Obama and American liberal politicians such as Senator Diane Feinstein and Senator Charles Schumer, which warms my heart. "Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown..."

Stalked in Oklahoma is alive!  Thank the good God.  My prayers have been answered, again.  She is in the VA ICU after three surgeries in three weeks to repair the damage to her internal organs these psychotic, savage bastards did to her after 18 months of continuous electronic attacks.  Now, maybe the authorities will intervene and take that bitch Fat Morgan out. If I had the funds to finance the trip, I would find that bitch and ventilate her worthless ass.

There is a great evil afoot in the land. She never quit, and neither should we.

Never, ever quit.

Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue

I have been tangled up in blue for three weeks because I thought Stalked in Oklahoma was gone.  My best friend.  My spiritual advisor.  She is a very wise woman. Today, I was told she is still alive.  I am elated! Three weeks of the blues. I should never have lost faith, but I did.  Shame on me.

It's Stalker Saturday.  All the Christian fundamentalists slither out from underneath their rocks on weekends.  They're doing their menial jobs during the week, but I can always depend on these fanatic scum to emerge from their pit on Saturdays and Sundays.

One of their "tells" is the color yellow.  This seems to be universal throughout the state of Florida.  They wear something yellow, or drive a yellow car.  Just had one stalk me in the drugstore when I went to buy cigars and milk. The guy was about 6'1" tall, slim build, around fifty five or so, with a little white goatee and mustache.  When I entered the store, he was standing around flipping  through a magazine opposite the cashier.  I walked over to the milk cooler and grabbed two gallons and when I came back around the display stacks, he put the magazine down and just wandered in my direction.  He wouldn't meet my glance.  If he had, I would have shot him out of hand.  He was wearing a bright yellow T shirt.  Wonder how that T shirt would have looked with three or four .45 caliber holes in it? Tie died?

Isn't yellow an appropriate color for these cowardly scumbags?  They are yellow, through and through.  Cowards, who lurk in the shadows.  Come on out, dickwads.  I will light you up.

Fallen Soldier

This song breaks my heart.  So many have died uselessly for old men's greed.

People come into your life for a reason

Thank you, Victoria for our season.  You taught me so much.  I am so riddled with grief that I can barely function, but I will survive and press on.  You are with your angels.  Rest in peace.

Each day when I leave here walking my good dog, I seek out stalkers.  After Vikki's death, I am beyond ready to kill these merciless sons of bitches.  None confront me.  Recent gun laws passed here in Florida increasingly enable the legally armed citizen to defend ourselves, and if these predators ever confront me again, I will open fire without hesitation. I am riddled with grief at Vikki's murder.  No prisoners.  I am a warrior and, like her, I will go down fighting.  I have no fear of death.  It will be welcome.  So bring it on, cocksuckers.  If you want to go meet Jesus, I will gladly arrange the introduction.

You're nothing but a bunch of pathetic, thieving cunts.

I'll post this again...

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

For Victoria...

Scorpions - Greatest Hits [Full Album]

In memory of Stalked In Oklahoma, a true warrior who never surrendered.  Go with God.  It is a very lonely and empty world without your wonderful counsel.  I weep for you. You taught me so much. I am forever grateful. Your indomitable courage has been an inspiration to me.  Your agony is finally over. Peace.

Yesterday I received a very garbled message from Stalked In Oklahoma.  I don't know if her computer is messed up or if she is dying or dead.  I am very worried.  There's nothing I can do about it.  She is just another casualty of this terror war directed by the US Government.

They broke into my house in the past few days and stole two pair of suspenders from my closet. Sixty bucks worth of stuff.  Cunts. That seems to be the only thing they're good at.  Burglary and petty theft.  What a bunch of cowardly scumbags.

Oh, BTW...got stalked the other night in the Walmart parking lot by thugs in a black SUV.  Blew their horn at me and made damned sure I saw them.  All I had was my .45 and the range was a bit long and I wasn't about to open fire with an inaccurate pistol in a shopping center parking lot and they knew it.  But since then, I am up-arming.

The American firearms guru, Jeff Cooper, once said, "You use a pistol to fight your way to a rifle."  Wonder what these assholes would say about two or three .375 H and H Woodleigh 300 grain solids going through the truck and them?  Not much left to talk.  Just a pile of bloody goo.  That is Cape buffalo medicine, 1000 kilos of permanently angry, deadly bovine.  It will make short work of a Tahoe and the occupants, so if they want some, they just might get more than they bargained for.  That and the theft of my braces really has me pissed off and if a war is what they want, a war is what they will get, and I could give a flying fuck about the odds from my survival.  I will fuck them up.

I'm afraid we have lost Stalked In Oklahoma.  Her last contact was six says ago and she was terribly ill.  All I can hope is that she, being incredibly stubborn and married to a true psychopath, finally took my advice and sought medical help, and is resting and recovering in the hospital.  She needs our prayers.

She is a true warrior.

Eric Clapton & Sheryl Crow - "Tearing Us Apart" (69th Regiment Armory, N...

Best version ever done! Sheryl Crow surely isn't the brightest bulb in the box, but she can really belt it out. The bassist is truly incredible.  I wish I knew his name.  I got it.  It's Nathan East. One of the very best in rock and roll.

I am fearful for Stalked in Oklahoma.  She is under terrible, relentless electronic attacks and I haven't heard from her in five days.  I fear for her life.

Gods of the Copybook Headings

Dirty Dancing - Hungry Eyes

Young love very well expressed...A real coming of age movie of another time and another place...with about the best choreography ever done on film, and some truly great music.  We were free then, bound only by social convention, and this film, Dirty Dancing, exemplifies the glory of youth and young love.  May Patrick Swayze rest in eternal peace.

I have been told that my anger, my bitterness, is keeping me from contact with the other realms. Realms I know to exist.  I have previously experienced them many times before. But not lately.

But I am a warrior, and all I have known for the last 35 years is war.  I have no other choice.

Each day, when I leave my home, such as it is, I prepare for war.  I am heavily armed and ready for combat.  If I arrive at the morgue with a sheet over my face, I can only hope that I took one or two with me.

If I return home, I feed my good dog and water her, get a cold beer, and log onto the Net, where those who know me do not really know me.

For I am always ready for war.  It is in my DNA.  I know no other way to live.

Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (Alchemy Live)

Brilliant!

FLEETWOOD MAC - Dont Stop

Fleetwood Mac - Go Your Own Way (HQ)

For a very special friend...Go with God...

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there. I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.

Today, I lost my best friend.  Stalked In Oklahoma is going down.  Hard.  Under constant electronic attack, she is also plagued with a psychotic husband who likes to walk around in the yard naked, wearing nothing but a dog collar and who torments her even more.  He is a very poor excuse for a man. The poorest I can think of. She has broken off all communication, and so I check another one off the list.  My heart aches for her, and there is nothing I can do.  My feeling of helplessness is almost overwhelming.  I have done all that I can do.

Molly Hatchet-Dreams I'll Never See.mp4

Bob Seger - Turn the Page

The best version I have heard, and I heard him live.

Bad Company - Bad Company (studio version)

Yeah, I'm bad company.  Very bad company.  That's why I'm still standing.

Ted Nugent - Stranglehold

Kill
 'em and grill 'em.

"Seven Bridges Road"...By The Eagles

From more innocent times...

Molly Hatchet-Dreams I'll Never See.mp4

For those of you out there unfamiliar with American Southern Rock, you're getting a dose of it today.  I was sitting here listening and my computer screen went batshit.  They just can't stand it when I am enjoying myself.  But I will always persevere.  I ran a cleaner and walked my big dog and then ...well, here I am again.  They can go fuck themselves.  They're terrified I will shoot them, so they no longer confront me on the street, because I will. As I have previously stated, I have nothing to lose.  I'm 71 years old, have wandered the world and have done some remarkable things, some would say.  To me, it was all in a day's work.  So fuck them.  Music's back on line, listening to Dreams by Molly Hatchet, drinking a Stella, and enjoying myself.  It's just like getting sniped at.  If they hit you, you're dead and it doesn't matter.  If they miss, you just give them the middle finger salute and fire back.  They missed. So fuck these pitiful, emasculated cunts.  All they can do is sit in the shadows and punch keys on a keyboard.  There is more to me than that.  They can go fuck themselves.  Enjoy the music.  I am.

Ghost Riders in the Sky - The outlaws

It's been an afternoon of solitude here on Wanderings, good Belgian beer, and great music.  We all must take time out every now and then to simply enjoy our inherent humanity.  Today, I have done that, but make no mistake:  I have not declared a truce.

Green Grass and High Tides

I have requested that this song is to be played at my funeral...if I have one..

Joni Mitchell - Free Man In Paris

This is an old song from the 70's, when the music was excellent and skillfully written, arranged and played.  The three guys in the red shirts  are a long time dead.  Don Alias on drums, Michael Brecker on alto, and the brilliant but mad Jaco Pastorius on bass. Jaco was beaten to death by a bar bouncer in
Ft.  Lauderdale, Florida. He was one of, if not, THE greatest electric bass players who ever lived.  This stage is filled with musical genius. The perfect storm.

This, from a more innocent time, when we were actually quite free here in the US. This song, written by Joni Mitchell about rock producer David Geffin after spending a few days in Paris with him and his friends, is one of the very best pieces of work to emanate from the 70's era.  Anyone who has spent time in Paris as I have can relate.  It is one of my favorite tunes. A true masterpiece.

If we allow these demonic bastards to deprive us of the small but delightful pleasures in our lives, then we are lost.  Fight.  Fight as hard as you can, in your own way, and don't expect anyone to come along and save you.  Only you can save yourselves.

Johnny Cash - Help Me

Johnny Cash - Let Him Roll

As are so many of Cash's wonderful songs, this one is filled with compassion.  Cash was a story teller in a long line of traditional American balladeers.  I hope you enjoy it.  He is sorely missed.

Johnny Cash - Goin' By The Book

Great tune from the late Man In Black.  It's happening worldwide. This song is compliments of my tormented and brilliant friend, Stalked In Oklahoma. I stole it off her blog. Read her blog.  You will become enlightened.  She is an undying inspiration to me and is about the most courageous person I have ever known.
I was in Ethiopia during the famine of 87, 88 and 89.  I was in Somalia, the Sudan, and Angola.  I have seen entirely too much of man's cruelty to man.  This program we are in is just another example of that, of psychotics and sadists attacking the helpless.
A new law was recently passed here in my home state of Florida, USA.  It now permits a licensed concealed weapons holder to display a firearm in the face of a perceived threat, without legal recrimination.  So if a couple of fat thugs are sitting in a car with their doors open blocking my path and I feel imminent hostility, I may draw my weapon and prepare to defend myself. I also now have the right to fire a warning shot, although I prefer to fire three or four rounds at center of mass if a threat presents itself.  The hell with warning shots.  Shoot to kill.  That way, there's no one left alive to testify against me. This is truly bad news for the stalkers.  That means I can return a perceived threat with a perceived threat.  Florida is a great place to live, if you are a TI and have the courage and conviction to pick up the gun in your own defense.  Most don't.  Most  prefer to sign worthless petitions or cry to FFCHS, who does nothing but pump out pablum and hold meaningless conferences. We are on our own.  Most are incapable with dealing with that harsh reality.

I haven't written much here lately.  I did have a confrontation with the scumbag perp who lives across the street, and I literally almost scared the shit out of him.  He knows now not to fuck with me, or there very well may be dire consensuses.  I have nothing to lose.  I have lived my life to the fullest.  I have nothing to lose.

Metallica - "Nothing Else Matters" Lyrics (HD)

Do you people realize just how long I have been doing this? Fighting this fight? 35 fucking years.  35 fucking years. And I'm still standing.

Evil has been unleashed upon our world. Much of it in the form of Barack Hussein Obama, who continuously seeks to destroy America. He is a bastard Muslim/African who's mother was a communist whore.  Why should we be surprised?

But millions of us are heavily armed, and we will fight.  Many of of us are old, but better a 5.56 in the chest than rotting away in a cancer ward.  So bring it on, fascists/Muslims.  We will kill you by the hundreds of thousands, and we will go down with grins on our faces.  And you will die twitching in the dirt, at the behest of your fascist masters.  DHS, take note.

These EMF weapons that have been unleashed upon us are tearing at the very fabric of our universe. There will be consequences.

Yes, we do eventually cross over, and unpleasant consequences await the torturers. You don't wanna know. You have little to look forward to.

Hell awaits you.

Prepare.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJJ_qnoF_yI

So, here I sit at my console.  71 years have passed since I was born.  During that period, I have experienced both great successes and great failures.  My grasp exceeded my reach.  I made a lot of money over the years and have none left, but for me, money was always nothing more than a means to an end, a pathway to adventure.

Yesterday was quite eventful.  I visited my local cigar/liquor store to pick up some more smokes, and, prior to leaving my house, I talked to my dog as I often do, which comes from living alone and being isolated from what one would consider normal human companionship. This house is thoroughly bugged.  They were waiting on me.

Anyway.  The store is only a short drive away, and when I pulled into the strip mall's parking lot, the first thing I noticed was a very nondescript man hanging around the front of the business adjacent to the store.  He was about six feet tall, short hair, about 40 or so, wearing very nondescript clothing.  He was just hovering outside the store.

I left my truck and headed for the store.  He immediately entered the store about fifteen or twenty seconds prior to my entry, and when I entered, was perusing the various brands.

The first thing I noticed was that he didn't select a bottle, but just wandered around a bit.

I had to have a private conversation with the owner, and this asshole, had one of those nondescript Fed faces, (there's that word again), nondescript, that would be difficult to pick out in a crowd.  So while the owner and I were having a conversation, he positioned himself at the opposite end of the counter and listened to everything we said.  He picked up a magazine and flipped through the pages, but purchased nothing.

Now one thing you should know that will help you survive the fascist takeover of
America is to never look for the obvious.  Always seek out the ordinary ones, the ones who do not stand out in a crowd, the bland ones, because they are the truly dangerous ones.  When I left, he was still there, fucking around with his iPad, obviously notifying his boss that I was leaving.

The Feds are everywhere.  They are absolutely terrified of a popular revolt, with them in the crosshairs, which may very likely happen, if things continue the way they are now.

A deep sense of rage is slowly building in the American public because of the perfidies committed by the punk Obama and his minions. The Bowe Bergdhal outrage has created tremendous animosity toward Obama, which already existed, but not to the extent it does now.  The Bergdahl trade is just another nail in Obama's coffin, and he is too hubristic to realize that his house of cards is about to come crashing down around his head.

Enough is enough, and the average American, who usually doesn't pay much attention to anything but his six pack and his mind-numbing TV programs, is beginning to awaken.  All bets are off.  The shit may very well hit the fan, and we are in for a chaotic experience not equalled since the Civil War of 1861.  So we will see...

Who knows?  Shooting Feds very well may become a national pastime...

Some prick was at my computer again while I slept.

I was up all night watching videos and on the Net and when I shut down, I ran a cleaner I use and left the computer on standby, as if I give a fuck whether or not they are in it, anyway, because the damn thing is thoroughly hacked.

So when I woke up this evening and sat down at my desk, the computer had been turned completely off. Totally powered down.  Had to completely reboot.

These people represent the face of true evil on the Earth.  They are Satan's spawn and they will have some very unpleasant surprises when they cross over into the next realm, as we all eventually will.

They have made Faustian bargains, and I hope they enjoy their time in the sun, because their eternities will be spent in the darkness.

The war continues.  I will never quit. Never. Occasionally, I weaken.  Even a line soldier gets some R and R.  There is none for me, and I accept that.

They know their lives hang in the balance.  Haven't noticed any stalkers, particularly since I added the hi-cap 357 Sig auto to my carry collection.  It is a very powerful, deadly accurate and totally dependable handgun with devastating power.  I will use it at the slightest provocation, backed up by my trusty .45 auto.

So steer very clear of me, assholes, if you wish to continue to live.

We have the Stand Your Ground law here in Florida, and I will use it to my fullest advantage.

This is a very interesting piece on the techniques of mass mind control...

 http://jonrappoport.wordpress.com/2014/05/23/the-basis-of-mass-mind-control-2/

The prick across the street obviously now has a bodyguard.  Twice in the last week or so he has tried very obviously to get me to take a shot at him.  Previously, he hardly ever exposed himself.  This asshole must live in la-la land if he thinks I'm gonna take a shot at a sitting duck, him, when he very obviously is covered by his own shooter.

I haven't zeroed any of my rifles in a year.  I have every reason to suspect that my scopes have been tampered with and the zero changed.  This guy is dumber than he looks.  Or maybe not, because he certainly looks like some trailer trash they hired for this gig, gave him some training on how to operate the EMF gear they have provided him with, and put him into a decent neighborhood for very likely the first time in his otherwise pitiful life.

I may get around to sticking a 160 grain TSX into his chest cavity, or I may not, but I would have to be a complete fool to fire on him with any of my rifles, even at a range of 70 yards.  So he can walk around outside like a sitting duck all he wants and I'm not going to take the shot, unless and until I have verified the zero on every rifle I own. And then maybe not. He is hoping I will expose myself by lining up for a shot standing out in the open so his shooter can nail me from heavy cover, of which there is an abundance beside and behind his house and his pet thug can get the first shot in, which only confirms my belief that my sights have been tampered with.

If it looks too good to be true, it obviously is.

As we used to say when I was a kid growing up in Alabama, "My momma didn't raise no fool."

His apparently did.

I now know I have a team of at least two assholes on me.

I was sitting here surfing the net last night when I heard three knocks on my garage door.  My back door was open to the cool night air, with the exterior light illuminated.

I got up, drew the .45 and took my light into the garage.

I got suckered.

While I was in my garage checking it out, which took about two minutes, an asshole jumped the privacy fence in my back yard, entered my home, and kicked a video game controller laying on the floor from the left side of the wall unit to the right, and fled. He just wanted me to know he had been here.

What's the first rule of attack?  Create a diversion.  They did, and I fell for it.  That will be the only time that happens.

Now I know I have to kill two assholes instead of just one.

BTW, forgot to mention.  The cunt across the street is gaslighting me again.  Things disappear for a few days and then reappear.  Same old shit, same old playbook.  It does get boring after a while.

Stuck on stupid.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

How's this for blatant stupidity?

I sleep with my Colt .45 1911 auto pistol on the night table adjacent to my bed.  I keep it always in Condition One;  that is, cocked and locked with a round chambered, so in order to fire it, all I have to do is grab it, flick the thumb safety to the Fire position, and have at it.

I am a firearms expert, having been initially trained as a nine year old how to shoot and how to safely handle firearms. I have been both a competition rifle and pistol shooter. I've fired myriad weapons during my life. Rifles, pistols, revolvers, shotguns, sub-machine guns, assault rifles, and crew served weapons, including heavy machine-guns. I am a life long hunter.

There are several basic rules one must adhere to when handling firearms, whether loaded or unloaded.  The first is NEVER touch the trigger unless you are preparing to fire.  Never. The second is ALWAYS check to see that the manual safety, if the weapon has one installed, is set to SAFE. There are a few other very important basics, and these have been ingrained in my psyche since childhood.

When I woke up late this morning after sitting up and immersing myself in a good book all night, I checked the .45.  Didn't touch the trigger.  Thumb instinctively went to the manual safety to ensure it was engaged.  Guess what?  It wasn't.  It was set to FIRE.

This is far from the first time this has happened.  I've lost count but I think this was either the fourth or fifth time during the past several years of harassment that this has happened.  Once on my short-barreled shotgun I also keep by my bed, and three or four times on my .45.  I was not in the least surprised.

This is a graphic demonstration of the almost continuous stupidity and lack of originality exhibited by these cunts.  They keep repeating the same behavior over and over again, expecting a different result.  That, as I recall, was Albert Einstein's definition of insanity.  These stupid fuckers use the same playbook, time and time again, hoping for a different result.

Now, you must really be a total low-rent dumb fuck to be a professional perp.  They move you into a house or apartment near the target and from there, you carry out your amateurish little terror campaign.  They give you a car that's a couple of years old, pay you a few hundred bucks a week, and make you feel like a BIG MAN.  When, in fact, all you are is just another third rate sneak thief and break-in artist who probably burglarized little old ladies homes and stole their costume jewelery before coming to work for these scumbags.  Which automatically makes you even a bigger scumbag than you originally were.

This asshole living across the street from me at 940 King's Mountain Road, DeLand, Florida, USA 32720 is just such a scumbag.

I don't know if  the bitch thought I was gonna pick up my pistol and immediately blow a hole in me, my dog, or the wall, but it only demonstrates his level of  massive stupidity by returning to one of the same old pathetic, failed, fraternity-boy pranks and thinking his pitiful attempt would work when all the other perps have failed. Of course, the only fraternity this asswipe has ever belonged to is the fraternity of thieves.

My sweet, good God!  What a stupid fuck he is! It is much less difficult to pity someone like this than it is to hate them.

Along with torturing my friend, Stalked In Oklahoma to death with EMF outrages, they are doing the same thing to her helpless cat.

They love to torture cats.  The killed my cats a few years ago, pushing them electronically off their food when I complained about this nappy-headed nigger who used to stake out my house in his pickup truck, to the bugs in my house.  So they took revenge on my cats.

The son of a bitch would park nosed in to the dead end street adjacent to the house I lived in then and just sit there.  This went on for a couple of weeks and I finally got fed up with it.

One day I was returning from the library and there he was, nosed into the dead end street again by my house.  I pulled into my front yard and he began backing out onto the through street to leave, so I backed out also and took off after him.  He was driving a Ford F-150 pickup and so was I.  I cut my teeth on British sports cars and Benzes and I know how to take a corner, drift, play the throttle, downshift and apex drive the curve.  I stuck right on his worthless black ass as he tried for about ten minutes to lose me. We went up and down neighborhood streets at full throttle with a lot of hard braking and cornering, and he couldn't gain an inch.  He failed.

I finally ran him to ground and he pulled into a black apartment house and hid in the back for a couple of minutes and I waited for him on the street.  He finally pulled out to confront me and parked on the opposite side of the road and got out with his hands under his armpits and leaned up the tailgate with a sneer on his face.  He was obviously armed and he had dropped his partner off in the shadows created by the apartment building to cover me.

Now, having lived and worked in many black countries in the Caribbean Islands and having flown for several years in Africa, I get along well with blacks. Used to even speak a good bit of Kiswahili. But this guy was a nigger. Not a decent black, but a ghetto nigger.  There is a world of difference in character types. This asshole was pure scum. He stood there talking his nigger shit at me, telling me I'm an old man and I should go home and watch TV.  I told him, Well, I ran your worthless ass to ground, didn't I?  Meanwhile, I had my .45 aimed directly at his head and if he had shown a gun, even a tiny portion of one, I would have splattered his brains.  I told him his neighborhood privileges were permanently revoked and drove off.  I often wish, looking back, I had blown his fucking head off.

So, later in my house, which was thoroughly rigged with cameras and microphones just like the one I now live in is, I expounded on nappy-headed niggers in pickup trucks.  That's when they attacked my cats.  Cowardly cunts.  They are true psychopaths, as we are all well aware.  I had to put one cat down and the other ran off and later starved to death.

So I already owe these fuckers two lives and one day I just may collect. It could happen at any time.

But I'll tell you one thing: that nappy-headed piece of ghetto shit never showed up on my street again.

They're about to kill Stalked in Oklahoma by initiating a heart attack.  She is currently in severe pain.  If she dies, I will publish the names of her tormentors and murderers here.  They will be outed.  They will have their names spread worldwide.  I will make sure of it.

And that fat psycho bitch and her psycho father's names will be at the top of the list.

They will know your names in China, Belgium, the UK, Singapore, France, Indonesia, Australia, Argentina, Germany and a dozen other countries where I have a readership.  As well, of course, as here in America.

Got stalked a couple of times yesterday.  Once in the drugstore where I went for cigars and the other at the super market where I went to cash in some loose change.

They have learned better than to exhibit aggressive or threatening behavior.  They now act very passively.  But if they show even one modicum of aggression, I will blow so many holes in them that you will be able to read a newspaper through the holes.

They just stand there.  Changed their MO.  So from now on, God help the poor bastard who walks into a drugstore and just wanders around, buying nothing, until I am ready to check out and then grabs a Coke and gets behind me in the checkout lane.  That is very evident perp behavior.   I will turn and fire repeatedly until he is down. The same goes for the guy just standing in the lobby of the market doing nothing. Just standing there. Making his presence known. I am not intimidated, shitbird.  Not at all. He's cannon fodder, also.

Hell of it is, most of them look alike.  And a lot of them smoke cigarettes, which is good, because they are condemning themselves to a slow, horrible death.  They are usually around 40, around 6 feet tall, with their little chinbushes they think makes them look tough.  Well, assholes, you're not tougher than a .45 caliber bullet.  A couple of those and you'll wilt like a dead flower.  Or should I say, a poisonous weed.

You'd better take this to heart, you scumbag motherfuckers.

Enough is enough!

Five Finger Death Punch - Battle Born

Theme song...

My wonderful friend, Stalked In Oklahoma, is about dead.  They are slowly and very painfully torturing her to death.

If I could get to her, I would simply kill her attackers and their entire families, but I can't.  I'm stuck 1500 miles away with little money.

I would take a couple of my very accurate rifles with me and begin picking them off like ducks in a shooting gallery.  I am a highly trained shooter. I know how to conceal myself and fire from cover and concealment.  One shot; one kill.

But there is nothing I can do to save her.  It drives me up the wall.  These psychopaths need to be summarily executed.  Hell, I have one living across the street from me with his ugly wife.  He rarely comes out of his house, because he sits in there all day like a mole in his hole and plots my destruction.  He's a dead men.  He just doesn't know it yet.

If my friend in Oklahoma is finally tortured to death, all bets are off.  This slug had better only appear when I am asleep.

My heart breaks for Vikki.  There is nothing I can do and I love her.  She is truly a holy woman, very close to God and his angels.  She has helped me open up my spiritual side which once was very active but I gradually suppressed because of the attacks that have been taking place for over 34 years now.

If she dies, all bets are off.

Con toda palabra - Lhasa de Sela

Deceit and treachery abound.  Be careful whom you trust.  I keep it simple.  I trust no one.

It's a lonely war, but, then, aren't they all?

Been up all night.  Sipping Heineken and cooking burgers.  Tired.  I get weary of all this bullshit.  Who really knows who is telling the truth?  All I know is the US Government got their asses handed to them on the Bundy ranch in Nevada when about five thousand patriots arrived to shoot the piss out of a bunch of Bureau Of Land Management thugs.  They retreated.  They may be back, and people are gathering, ready for them.

We have had enough of government outrages in the US. It's gonna get worse, and people will die, but that is the way of revolutions.  The elitists have been asking for this for several years, and the ordinary people have had enough.  So bring it on, fucktards.  We will kill you in wholesale lots, as you will kill us, and we will remain standing in the end, when your families are dead and your homes are burned, after the black mobs run amok in the cities in search of food and the gangs have prowled suburbia. We will kill them, too.

I have no idea of what will arise from the ashes.  Hopefully, a new Constitutional government.  We will see.

No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy.

Bill Withers - Lean On Me [with lyrics]

For you, V.

Derrick Robinson and FFCHS are totally blown.

Read this:

http://exposinginfragard.blogspot.com/

Last night I made a mistake.  I severed my friendship with Stalked In Oklahoma.  I could no longer deal with the levels of torment that she is suffering.  I am only a man, an old man, and very tired of this war I've been engaged in for well over thirty years.  I worry myself sick about her, trapped as she is among psychopaths who torture her endlessly.  I hit an emotional breaking point and told her I could no longer bear to hear the stories of her torment, so I severed the relationship.

Today, I am filled with regret.  She is retaliating by cutting off all contacts through social media and her blog, and I can't blame her.  As is said in the Christian Bible, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

I have attempted to apologise.  I have been unsuccessful.

So I am offering a public apology here.

I will always love you, V.  You must understand that you are not the only one who feels agony.  Last night, I could bear it no longer, so I snapped. We all have our breaking points.  Last night, I reached mine.

What is done is done.  I hope that she will reconsider.  If she does not, we are both the worse off for it.

It will be an empty world without her.

Behind every blade of grass.

Suck on this, Harry Reid...There are millions of us who are totally fed up. We are heavily armed.  And fearless.  Take notice.

You folks know where that "blade of grass" quote originated?  When asked if the Japanese during WW II could invade the continental United States, the Admiral of the Japanese Fleet which attacked Pearl Harbor, Isoroku Yamamotu said, "It would be impossible.  There would be a rifle behind every blade of grass."  Nothing's changed, Obama.  Nothing's changed.  All you Feds out there with your billion rounds of pistol ammo, will need more than that.  We will slaughter you.

This video is only a microcosm of what you have to look forward to.  Think of your families.  Think of your children.  Is it worth it?  Is the pittance they pay you worth dying for?  Your bodies will litter the landscape, and you will be little mourned.

Dire Straits - Water of love [Very Rare Demo from -77]

Dire Straits - Sultans of swing [Very Rare Demo -77]

First time I ever heard this, I was sitting in a cabin deep in the Florida wilderness, counting out a triple fistful of cash from a brown paper bag.  I had gotten paid for a trip Down South, one of those I barely escaped with my life. Piles of hundreds were neatly stacked on the dining room table. We had retreated to that beautiful, serene place to fall back and regroup and lose the PTSD.  This was plying on the radio in the other room and I couldn't believe my ears.  The rhythm bass, the mystical lead guitar and the hoarse lead vocal. That was so very many years ago and I will never forget it. So enjoy. This music is timeless.

Eagles - I Can't Tell You Why -HD (+playlist)

It is often easy, living amidst the torture and torment, to overlook the beauty in this world.  It comes in many forms.  Caribbean sunrises, a smile on your grandson's face, driving down a blue highway at a hundred miles per hour in a Mercedes touring car, and music.  Music touches us in our heart of hearts.  It has often been said that music is a universal language.  So here's some of my favorites from the incredible days.  I hope you enjoy it.

The Difference Between Putin and Obama. - You Need to See This!!

Suck on this, Obama.  The Rothschilds are buttering your bread.b

Eagles Life In The Fast Lane -HD

I once lived like this.  And I got away with it.  It almost killed me, but it didn't.  I'm still here. This is why they hate me so much.  They just couldn't hack the program...  I did.

Had a quiet weekend.  After they hammered me with a DEW attack a couple of nights ago, they've backed off.  Guess it could have had something to do with my actions of Friday evening.  Won't go into the details, but I think the bitch across the street has finally realized I am serious and I'm not stupid.

When you have lost your death fear, as I have, and they still are afraid to die, it often makes a difference.

As I have previously mentioned, the Evangelicals come out on weekends to stalk me.  Total amateurs.  If they want to go meet Jesus, possibly I can arrange the introduction.

The word is getting out on these scumbags, and the psychopaths are beginning to react by increasing the levels of torture.  This blog is read worldwide, but I only have a small readership. If what I write helps any of you out there, then I am fulfilling my goal, which is to constantly publicize these atrocities to all who will listen. You are not alone.

My good friend, Stalked in Oklahoma, is experiencing an increased level of painful electronic torture. Her blog is also widely read.  She is tormented day and night, 24/7.  She is a woman of great courage and resilience.  I don't know how she does it, but she fights on.  I hold her in high regard.

They really hammered me electronically last night in my sleep. Woke up feeling like my head was going to explode.  Far from the first time.

The prick across the street was out prowling around in the dark and I ridiculed him pretty heavily when I was on the phone with an old hunting buddy.

They act like nine-year-olds.  When you tell them they're making fools of themselves, they throw temper tantrums.  They can't handle the truth.

Cowards all.

It's Stalker Saturday.  All the amateurs and wannabees come out on the weekends.  Many are Evangelical Christian fundamentalists who have been sold a line of bullshit about doing God's work by attacking and stalking me, so it's a two gun day if I go out today.

Stalk me, put me in fear of my life or of bodily harm, and I will blow their shit all over the ground.

Cowards.

Dire Straits - Sultans Of Swing (Alchemy Live)

Good vibes...

Illigitimi non Carborundum.

(Don't let the bastards grind you down.)

I'm going to quit watching the news.  All it does is infuriate me at what is being done to my country.

I was a child of WW II.  All my heroes were the soldiers, sailors, Marines and aircrew that fought so hard, sacrificed so much, and won in the end.

I seems to me that this winning attitude has disappeared, or is disappearing from America.  Our politicians lie to us and most seem more interested in maintaining their power and lining their pockets than in serving the people who elected them.  We are split right down the middle in this country. It is very sad to watch our decline.

I have enough trouble just surving the attacks constantly directed at me.  I'm tired about worrying about things over which I have no control, which is futile.  So I quit.

From now on, I'm going to concentrate solely on my own survival and let the world take care of itself.

Sometimes, it is difficult to continue.  For around 34 years now, I have been fighting them.  I'm 71 and looking at 72 in a few months.  The end approaches.

An old friend from my airline days passed through town day before yesterday.  We once flew all over the world together.  He was a flight engineer on the civilian C-130's that we flew, and we shared many an adventure in faraway places. It was good to see him.  I don't know how he carries on, having lost his wife and his son.  He's 77 and an inspiration to me.

It is a lonely world we TI's inhabit.  Isolation, attacks of various types always occurring, fending off the psychopaths and attempting to retain our sanity in the face of continuing and overwhelming odds.

Family members abandon us because they don't believe us, although, in my case, at least, the evidence is undeniable.  There is nothing easy about this.

It has been a long, hard road and even the strongest sometimes experience the futility of fighting on.

I can't quit.  I don't know how to quit, and sometimes I wish that my faith in God didn't prevent me from taking the easy way out and just ending it.  But I won't.  I won't give these sick bastards the satisfaction of ultimately destroying myself.

Morning.  A cup of coffee, a cigar, and that feeling of hopelessness that all TI's feel.  One day is much like the others.

It is difficult to maintain a positive attitude when we are always confronted by implacable enemies using weapons of mass destruction against us, subterfuge, and treachery.

It is often difficult to continue to believe in God, but my faith in Him will never waiver.

God isn't in the instant gratification business.  Many question His existence.  I never have since the early 70's when I had a miraculous occurrence happen to me and felt love that is unexplainable by my extensive vocabulary.  All I know for certain that there is a love that passes all human understanding.  That was a long time ago.  Yet, it is as fresh in my mind as if it happened last night.  I long to experience it again, but I guess it is one to a customer.

I am totally alone, as are many of us.  That is one of the enemy's goals, to isolate us from as much human contact as possible.  Every time I try to make a new friend, he turns out to be an agent provocateur who tries to entrap me into some sort of felonious conspiracy.  It does got old.  Which, of course, means I can't trust anyone.

But I keep slogging way, no future but more of the same.

I often hark back to that slogan of the Navy's SEAL teams...the only easy day was yesterday.

So I never quit.  I press on in the face of insurmountable odds.

Why?

Because that is the way I'm wired.  I refuse to commit suicide, I refuse to curl up in a ball in the corner and weep. I refuse to commit violence against innocents.

Never quit.

Never, ever quit.

And, as I have previously mentioned, the scumbags track every post I write.  You remember...the guy with the three inch dick who jacks of to Internet porn while reading my posts.  Yeah, that guy.  He was on my last post about the DEA scumbags like fleas on a dog's ass.  It is actually very entertaining. At least somebody reads this stuff...

I'm fucking sick of it. As I have previously mentioned, I have been under concentrated attacks for 34 years, primarily choreographed by the US Drug Enforcement Administration.

Once, I was a smuggler, and a damned good one.  I flew loads of weed into the Miami area in daylight and in the night, always one or two steps ahead of my sworn enemies, the DEA and US Customs.  They are a bunch of losers, many of them nothing but government thugs with guns and badges, incapable of coherent thought.  They targeted me with gang stalking and EMF when they finally realized they couldn't catch me through conventional means.

It was once a gentleman's war.  We flew the loads and they tried to catch us.  That was during the Carter years.  But when that fascist Regan came in, it all became a communist plot.  So he and his thugs shut down the Miami connection  And what did they get?  The Mexico connection, with 50,000 dead and the Obama administration running guns to the cartels, trying to further destabilize America.  They deserve what they got.  US Customs, as you may imagine, was heavily involved.  They, also, have their share of psychopathic thugs. You will find them all across America, stationed in international airports to intimidate the unwary. Many of those agents are true psychopaths.

I am on Interpol's shit list.  I have traveled to nearly a hundred countries and all seven continents and I am always selected for extra attention by the hapless minions who guard the gates when I am commuting.

Fuck them.  I did it, and I got away with it, and they're still pissed off, all these years hence.

They have tried to set me up with agents provocateur several times during this period, trying to set me up to either commit a felony, or to get involved in a frame they have carefully, and stupidly, constructed to trap me and send me to prison for the remainder of my life.  They have always failed.  The late Pat the Rat was one of their suckers.  He died badly, and I smiled.

So, like the cunts they are, they attack me with invisible microwave weapons to weaken me and eventually kill me, because they were too fucking stupid to catch me.

There is one of their thugs living across the street from me now. I have published his address several times on this blog. I always give him the middle-finger salute when I drive by.  He can go fuck himself.  They always move someone into my immediate vicinity, always playing from the same, failed play-book, trying to entrap me into a conspiracy of their making.  It has become boring.

I could write a thousand words about all the failed attempts they have made against me, but I won't bother.  I know my enemy.  They think they know me, but they're totally full of shit.

I have a lot left in reserve.  I have knowledge that they will never glean, regardless of how hard they try.

I trust no one.  Therefore, I cannot be sucked into one of their transparent pseudo-conspiracies.  All it takes is one word out of place from a false friend, one subtle hit of treachery, to alert me.

I am 71 years old and I have lived by my wits all my life.  I have had many occupations, and have excelled at many.

I will not allow these pathetic DEA fools to compromise me.  They can go fuck their collective selves.

I am still standing, fearless and alone.  It is what it is.

Never quit.  Never, ever quit.

I will fight until I die.

Still think HAARP is harmless?  It is designed to murder dissidents who oppose the New World Order...

Read this from Edward Snowden.  He keeps hanging these collectivist bastards' laundry out to dry.  God bless Edward Snowden.

http://www.chronicle.su/news/snowden-reveals-haarps-global-assassination-agenda/

I'm already dead, anyway, so I don't care who I piss off.

The weapons are the real problem, along with the psychopaths, both government and civilian, who use them.  I KNOW the DEA is involved in my targeting.  I had proof years ago.   They're sore losers, but they are losers. If they were winners, then drugs would not be readily available on the street-corners of America, both in cities and towns large and small.  But they are. They never forget.  And they have access to any weapon they wish to direct at me, and thugs galore. 

But, of course, these terribly destructive weapons are commonly available to the criminal elements in America and elsewhere, as well.  This is nothing short of domestic, often government sponsored, terrorism.  The damage they are doing to ordinary citizens is incalcuble.  And nobody cares.

Remember: That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

Never quit.

Never, ever quit.

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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That which does not kill us makes us stronger.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Retirement truly sucks.  I led a life of exploration and adventure, and now I find myself living in this shithole Florida redneck town surrounded by some incredibly stupid people, not to mention harassed both physically and electronically by pitiful jack-offs.

These microwave weapons are a direct threat to the security of America.  Almost any punk with a grudge can get his hands on one and direct it at whomever he chooses.  Well, fuck them.  I've been tolerating their electronic shit since the late 90's and I haven't quit speaking out against them, and I never will.  They're cowards and psychopaths.  The only cure for a psychopath is a bullet to the head, and I am more than willing to provide that cure.

They're still stalking me, but I have these bastards treed.  Now, they're afraid to leave their vehicles and receive a literal fusillade of accurate gunfire.  Cunts.

So they hit me in my sleep after I ridicule them on the bugs and cameras they have planted in my house.  Like I said, fuck them.  And their cunt mothers.

Never quit.

Never, ever quit.

Looks like Egypt has had more than enough of the Muslim Brotherhood.  Obama's pal Morsi is going to be on trial for his life.  Guess Barry really stepped on his dick in Egypt.

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/World/Middle-East/Egypt-opens-another-mass-trial-of-Islamists/articleshow/32699377.cms

Wanna know what our Dear Leader is doing to free speech in America?  Then watch this:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=db21AQu30Xw

If you are an American, you'd better stock up on firearms, plenty of ammo, gasoline, storable food, water, medical supplies, batteries, toilet paper, an ax, seeds for cultivation, gardening tools, a propane stove and plenty of fuel, and anything else you can think of.
Because when the shit hits the fan, and it appears more likely with each passing day that it will, you'd better be ready to survive and defend yourself on your own. Things are gonna get really ugly.  Mass starvation and government thugs attacking everyone.

I have seen the food weapon used in Africa multiple times.  It is really ugly. It can happen here.

And you bloody fools who voted for Obama deserve what is about to happen to you.

Sheeple.

I came into this world kicking and screaming while covered in someone else's blood.  I have no problem with going out the same way.

This one goes out to the neolithic little punk who occasionally likes to take over my computer and cause the page I'm on, i.e. Facebook or Twitter, etc., to scroll to the bottom and stay there, and who also likes to cause my cursor to go a little bit crazy.  I'd bet the pencil-dicked little slime bucket controls my page feed with one hand, while masturbating to Internet porn with the other, playing with his minuscule three-inch dick.  He obviously can't attract a real woman to do it for him, or a semi-man, as the case may be, being equipped for life with such a miserably pathetically inadequate little member, as he is...

Their actions are transparent.  They're keeping the heat on and supposedly keeping my stress level up, hoping I'll snap like the TI Aaron Alexis did.  No chance.  I have the targets preselected.  If I snap, which I won't, they'll know pretty quickly who is going down.  If they don't already.

My dog alerted at precisely 0400.  The bitch across he street is doing his usual thing.  Lurking.  He doesn't have the balls to knock on my door.  Like the bitch he is, all he can do is creep around in the dark.  If he comes in here, he'll leave with a sheet over his face.

Or in a rubber bag...

For the past two days, I have been subjected to electronic attacks.  Guess that's now the only way they have to get at me, since I have scared the shit out of the bitch across the street and his minions.  He swaggers around like a tough guy, but he isn't tougher than a bullet.

These vicious bastards want me dead, want me to die a slow death.  Theirs may be a lot quicker, if they persist.

LORDE | Glory and Gore (HD Lyrics)

Stalked in Oklahoma sent me this video, accompanied by the words, "Final transmission."  She emailed me earlier and told me that tonight she is going home. I have heard nothing since.  I think she either has or will take her own life tonight.  She has undergone massive electronic torture for a very long time.  I think she has finally given up.  Makes me physically ill.


Don't let this happen to you.  Don't let the slimebuckets win.  Fight on.


And never quit.

Never, ever quit.

There will be paybacks.

BTW, you might take a look at Stalked In Oklahoma's recent post.  She posted a really good song.  She is fighting a very difficult battle and is showing great courage in so doing. She is under almost continuous electronic attacks, some very serious.  Yet, she perseveres. I know how she feels. It has happened to me. Check it out.

Just got five almost instantaneous hits on that last post.  Which, of course, can mean only one thing.  I have come under increased scrutiny.

Well, assholes, don't you know I have been expecting this for a long time?  And it has finally happened.

Don't worry.  I will sleep soundly when I finally fold up and go to bed.  Fear is not a word in my vocabulary.

Demonic bastards.

You will rot in Hell.

I am a compassionate man.  Unlike my tormentors, psychotics all, I have the natural ability to empathize with the unlucky, the sick, the downtrodden, and the lost.  In years past, I commonly risked my life to aid the starving.  I adopt sick or tormented animals and have for many years.

I have been under attack by these psychotic misfits for 34 years.  At first, I was fearful.  But, over time, I learned about the terrible injustices done to me and literally hundreds of thousands of others.  I became aware that what I was being subjected to was a concerted effort on the part of a couple of US Government agencies to physically and psychologically disable me. 

Knowledge is power.

I lost my fear.  I underwent a metamorphosis.  Instead of crumbling before their concerted and almost continuous onslaughts, I have gained a level of strength that I had heretofore never thought possible.

Since I retired from several dangerous vocations and avocations, I would otherwise have become terribly bored, and boredom is the professional adventurer's worst enemy.  I'm not happy unless I'm scared half shitless.  That hasn't happened lately, so I'm still bored almost to tears, living in this little jerkwater town in Florida, surrounded by mundane and ordinary people who don't have a clue what I am talking about if I relate a past adventure or two.

So the stalkers help me keep my edge.  My situational awareness is still high, although I do get a bit sloppy now and then, as in the case of the tooter in the old blue truck who snuck up on me when I was walking my dog the other day.  So I am back.  I am aware and I am ready for whatever happens.

I do not fear death, as I have previously mentioned.

And sometime recently, I passed another ephemeral milestone.  It is difficult to define, but basically, I am on the hunt.  I stalk stalkers with malice aforethought. Something indefinable has changed within me.  I can't really put my finger on it.  It seems to be a new singularity, a new threshold crossed, a new sense of purpose. The outcome remains to be seen, but I am looking forward to its first manifestation.

Went thug hunting today.  No sign of them.  Made it known that I will not talk.  Just shoot.

In the movies, the actors always seem to make a little speech before blowing somebody's shit away.  Not me.  Don't talk.  Shoot.  Anything worth shooting is worth shooting at least three times.

To tell the truth, I was a bit disappointed.

Peter Tosh - Stepping Razor

I'm dangerous...to perps.  They're bullies.  Listen to the song, assholes, and take note...Better treat me good...God made Man.  Samuel Colt made them equal.

I have spent my life in search of danger.  I am a retired pilot with around 20,000 hours aloft, flying both light and heavy aircraft.  I have almost a thousand skydives.  I was a cave diver in the early days.  I have flown the African bush into hot war zones to deliver food to the starving, occasionally drawing fire. I am an accomplished blue-water sailor. I have touched down on all seven continents, almost a hundred countries, and crossed myriad oceans and seas multiple times.  I was once a smuggler flying loads out of Colombia and working among some of the most ruthless killers there are. And I never traveled armed. I have teased death all my life, lived through several very narrow escapes, and I'm still standing. I thrive in dangerous environments.

If you want to be truly free, lose your fear of death.  I did many years ago.  Death is an old companion of mine, almost an old friend, who has taken so many of my friends and relatives.  I am still standing.  I don't know why, if there is a why, but if you want to be truly free of these psychopaths, accept death.  Embrace her.  Cultivate her.  You know she's going to get you sooner or later.  Nobody gets out of here alive.

I would rather take a bullet or two than die in a cancer ward or lose my power of thought to Alzheimer's Disease, so shoot me, fucktards.  I could care less.

Once you embrace death, you are truly free and they cannot terrify you any longer.  I have accomplished that, so bring it on, motherfuckers.  I will try to ensure that I don't do all the bleeding.