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.

So many TI's cower, terrified, in their homes, many in agony induced by electronic attacks.  I tried that years ago, running from stalkers, trying to hide from them, changing locations.  It didn't work.  Hell, they even followed me to a hunting camp in South Africa and put a baby green mamba in my bed.  His bite would not have killed me, but it would have made me sufficiently sick to ruin my hunt.  Turned out the little snake was more afraid of me than I was of him.

Then, I got religion.  I said to myself, Fuck them. I'm not running any longer.

I absolutely hate traveling armed.  I truly wish I lived in a peaceful world, in a peaceful existence.

But I don't.

Some psychopaths have declared war on me.  It began around 34 years ago.  Yeah, you read it right.  I have been targeted by these psychos for 34 years.

They are predators, and predators prey.

I do not, however, have to bend my knee to their outrages.  I may be a target, but I absolutely refuse to adopt a victim's mentality and I will defend myself against anyone who threatens me.  Luckily, I have the laws of Florida to back me up.  We have a variety of very beneficial laws that often provide the competitive edge to the victim.

If threatened, I will take the appropriate actions to either defuse or neutralize the situation.

I pity those TI's living in states where it is either difficult or impossible to receive a license to carry a concealed weapon.  They are rendered defenseless.  I suggest a move to Texas or Florida, where the firearms laws favor the victims, not the criminals.

I seek peace.  They make war.  There are casualties in war.  There is absolutely no reason why TI's must be the only casualties.

I can't leave the game, so I play the hand I've been dealt.

Never quit.

Never, ever quit.

Just walked my big dog.  Two thugs, one weighing in at about 300 pounds, were sitting parked directly on my route on the berm, backed in with the doors open.  My dog alerted. I saw them from a hundred yards away.

I had my Sig auto stuck in my belt ahead of the holstered .45 on my hip, so I unbuttoned my shirt so they could see the weapon.  I got close to them, gave them the once-over.  Raised my hand and said Hi.  The guy was polite and returned my greeting.  The guy in the driver's seat was almost as large.  Don't know if they were waiting on me or not, but if they were, the presence of the pistol close at hand defused the situation.  I walked on and looked back after a few yards as they closed the doors and drove off.

Couple of thugs.  Even big, tough thugs don't want to get shot, and I would have emptied the Sig into them if they had become aggressive and if that didn't quite do it, I would have drawn the .45 to finish them.

No sweat.

Firearms create respect.

And fear.

I refuse to become a victim.

Stalkers, beware.  Your very lives hang in the balance.

At least the little prick runs my pageview count up.  There's that...

Did it again.  One minute, 45 seconds.

Well, that took less than two minutes.  Bingo!  There was the hit.  Hey asshole. Blow me!

I swear...every time I post something, somebody jumps on it within about five minutes or less, like a flea on a dog's ass.  I suspect that individual is a perp, a minion, at best.  It's so damned boring, but if you've read my posts, you also have read my warning.

I refuse to put up with your shit any longer and if I were you, I'd tell that asshole across the street to move to California while he still can. I ran your last two punks out of the neighborhood with their tails tucked firmly between their legs.  You think this thug is gonna be any different?  There's something here with his name on it.  You know his name...slimesucker perp.

The individual calling himself Greg Gamache is still pumping out his emails.  I received one yesterday and didn't open it, promptly consigning it to the spam locker.  Last time I opened one of it's emails, my computer began acting up.  He's a perp, playing on the fears of the tormented TI's who will often take any ill-advised help they are offered.  This time, he was asking for help, but, as I didn't open it. I don't know what he was talking about.  The lead-in was totally nonsensical.  He's a fraud and dangerous.  Don't open his emails of you receive any.  He got his address list by pirating it off FFCHS's website or newsletter, which is published by Derrick Robinson, late of the Aaron Alexis affair.  Derrick now publishes mainly pablum, of no great help to anyone, and you can bet he has the FBI crawling all over his ass after Alexis had contacted him several times prior to his shooting spree in the Washington navy yard which took twelve lives, and who got nothing of any consequence from Derrick in return.

My dog alerted about 2200 EDT.  I checked the scumbag perp's house across the street and, sure enough, he was on the prowl.  This motherfucker is living on borrowed time.  If I catch him stalking me or lurking my house, I will shred his guts.  Aggravated stalking is a forcible felony in the state of Florida, allowing an armed citizen to use deadly force.  I will not hesitate.

Stalker Sunday in this redneck shithole.  Walked the dog in the usual place.  Kept an eye out for the tooter in the old blue truck.  I was going to approach him bearing malice aforethought, but he didn't show.  Fear me, motherfuckers.  Fear me. I am the guy your mothers warned you about.

You out there not involved in these atrocities, you think we're nuts?  Tinfoil hat brigade and all that shit?

Well, watch this.  BTW, this kid is probably dead.  May have been driven to suicide, as so many have been.

http://tribetwelve.wikia.com/wiki/Device_Findings?file=Device_Findings

Watch the entire thing.  He finds it.

These cocksuckers are composed of pure evil.

Another stroll with my dog.  Locked and loaded.  No tooter in an old blue truck.  Why am I not surprised?  Cowards all.

Here is the latest blast from the perp calling itself Greg Gamache.  A friend did some research, and it appears that his Social Security number is totally bogus.

If you even casually read the message, it was not written by an educated person.  No capitalization and is almost devoid of punctuation, and what there is is incorrect. Also, it is riddled with misspelled words.

But the message itself defies description.  It is totally nonsensical.

And why, in this day of rampant identity theft, would anybody in their right mind post their vital statistics?

It is obviously a continuation of the initial hoax; just a pitiful, ignorant perp trying to screw with our heads.

Here is the message:

this is greg gamache there has been a major emergency with the person that was on the electronic harassment system that is going to me and they need help urgently, they are government and they are helping me and they are russian can you please contact the right party person or organization so the electronic harassment system that goes to me can be tuned in so this person can get some help 

youll need my personal information and forward it off to the right party so they can put my personal information into a computer to find out what electronic harassmenet system is going to me

please contact the right party, ask them to tune me in youll need my information for this electronic harsssment system to be accessed its greg trover gamache dob 7 17 1981 soc sec # 497 84 6011 home address 1816 fairgrounds road st charles missouri 63303 home phone 636 946 0313 please send this off to the right party

Walked my dog today in the usual place, heavily armed, hoping the tooter in the old blue truck would reappear.  He didn't.  Guess he reads my blog, or his slave owners do, and warned him.

The last three emails from Greg G have emanated from a proxy server in Alaska.  Guess he got tired of people emailing him back and calling him an asshole.

Haven't felt much like writing lately.  Have been a bit under the weather, and have also spent less time on the Net, catching up on my reading.

The turdbreath who lives across the street at 940 King's Mountain Road, DeLand, FL, 32720, USA has been engaging in minor sabotage lately.  Sometime during the last couple of weeks, he entered my house, which is, of course, a felony, breaking and entering, and stole of all things, a plastic bottle of Hershey's Chocolate Syrup.  He also punched a small hole in the bottom of a bag of sugar that was located in the same cabinet.  He can't help it.  He's a true psychopath.  If I ever catch him in my house, I will empty my .45 into him.  Two rounds should do it, but seven or eight will do it better.

What a pussy.

Almost shot a stalker today.  He snuck up on me in his truck while I was walking my dog, stopped behind me, tooted his little horn and took off.  I had my hand on my .357 magnum revolver in my pocket, but did not fire on him simply because I would have been firing across a divided road.  When one targets someone, one gets tunnel vision momentarily as your entire psyche is devoted to making a kill shot with the first bullet, and I was concerned that a passing car might have driven into my line of fire that would have momentarily been out of my visual field. I was quite concerned that he might have been holding a firearm in his lap out of sight. I will be a bit more cautions from now on and swivel-neck a bit before drawing and firing, but I will shoot that mother fucker in his pitiful head if he ever tries it again.  So you are on notice, asshole.  Stalk me and you will very likely die.