Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Saturday, April 19, 2014
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.
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.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
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.
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.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
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.
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.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
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.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
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.
Monday, April 7, 2014
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.
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.
Saturday, April 5, 2014
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.
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.
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.
Friday, April 4, 2014
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
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.
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.
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