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