The psycho cunt who lives at 940 King's Mountain road in Deland, Florida, has recently stolen every towel I owned but two, as well as the floor mop that was in the garage.  He is insane, but aren't they all?  You have to be a total psycho to attack a 73 year old man.  He is.  A total, cowardly cunt.

Yet another friendship destroyed because of my inability to trust anyone.  These scumbags destroy any normalcy in our lives.

Only death will relieve me of my agony, but I will continue to fight to live.

Fuck these merciless bastards.

This old man is still standing.

Let this be a warning. I am coming for you to kill you. I will kill you at the slightest provocation, the very slightest provocation, illuminated headlights in a parking lot, or a couple of horn toots, whether you hide in you cars or on the street, or across the street.  I am going to kill you. I will cancel your hopes and dreams. I do not fear the consequences. My life is almost done.  I fear nothing or nobody.  Males?  Females?  Makes no difference. Shine your lights on me in a parking lot, and I will fire on you.

I won't miss the red dot. My good friend is gonna fix me up with a night vision optical sight.  That'll work.

Well, the cops showed, a lot nicer than last time, but nothing will be done.  I was furious, so I called them.  I knew I was spinning my wheels, but I did it anyway.  Every time I have a theft, I'm going to call them.

That's twice I've called them.

I'm gonna put all the heat I can on that SOB.

Some might say I'm a bit old for Metal music.  I'm not.  I love Five Finger Death Punch.  They're almost as intense as I am.

The slime sucking son of a bitch broke in here and stole five Sig Pro pistol magazines from me.  Those things cost almost forty bucks apiece.  Luckily, I had five more stashed around the house that he missed.  I will guard those with my life, and we all know by now the cowardly cunt is nothing but a white nigger sneak thief. He doesn't have the balls to confront me.

This is just more of the same stuff.  The death of a thousand cuts.  They are trying to drive me into a homicidal rage, which, as I have previously stated, is one of the two goals of this program.  Suicide or homicide, and they will fail. If I ever get the chance to shoot this worthless fucker, I will take it, but it will be quick and dirty and not done in a rage, but with the cold calculation of a highly experienced hunter..

My AR's in the shop, getting tuned.  I'll be ready.

I just discovered another theft. Two, actually.  He also stole an Aimpoint red dot optical sight worth $450.00 and a green laser sight.

But no worries.  I didn't need the laser, because I was trained on iron sights, and I didn't need the red dot.  Evidence showed that the Aimpoint had been tampered with, so I removed it from the rifle.

That motherfucker's gonna bleed.  The cops are on their way, for all the good that will do.

Vikki's alive!!  Just got an email from her an hour ago.  She has been hospitalized for five weeks, but says she is feeling better.  I don't know where she is, but it doesn't matter.  All that matters in she is still with us.  Thank God!

Vikki, if you're still out there somewhere and are reading this, always remember that I love you and miss you terribly.  You were my rock.  Shared misery is a great bonder.  We shared each other for over two years. You were subjected to hellish conditions.  I fervently hope that, wherever you are, you are alright. I miss you terribly.

This program has two goals:  to either generate suicidal impulses, or homicidal impulses.  Me, hell, I am a practiced killer.  They have backed away from stalking me, because they know that I will kill them out of hand.

But now, a new chapter has opened.  There is a target across the street from me who has generated homicidal impulses.

The doctors have told me I have less than two years left to live, so I will kill him without hesitation.  What's a few months in jail, in exchange for total revenge?

His ass is dead meat.

They have killed so many of us.  Tortured so many of us.  If I can kill only one, and maybe his fat wife as well, then I will be fulfilled.

I have led an incredible life. I am ready to go. I will not be diminished by a bunch of psychopaths.

Never quit.

Never ever quit.

I have lost Vikki.  For all I know, she may be dead.  Stalked in Oklahoma. She is gone.

This life is filled with losses.  This one is severe.  But I will press on.

The fucking Europeans are now telling me that I must accept their cookies on my blog.  The EU is an obvious failure, and the Europeans can go fuck themselves. Muslim loving bastards.

It is a tremendously sad event to have to finally give up on the ones you love. To finally surrender to the fact that they do not believe you.  My daughter and my ex-wife, after 35 years, still do not believe that I am under constant attack.  But it must be done. I must finally let go, and find my own way.  I must finally cut the cord.

If either of them had suffered through the attacks I have survived over the past many years, they would be curled up in a fetal ball in the corner of a room somewhere, weeping for their mommies to save them. So I have let them go.  I no longer need them in my life.  They serve no useful purpose, and, in fact, are detriments to my psychological and physical survival.

So they are gone from my life.  They are ignorant and delusional.  They are fools.

Gone. It's very difficult to do this, but if I wish to continue to survive, I need as few negative influences in my life as is possible.  They are just that.  Negative influences..

So they are gone.

For good.

Hasta luego, senores.

Traveled to Walmart tonight about 10:30 for beer and food.  No stalkers.  None, at least, that I could ascertain, and I looked. I was doubly armed with effective weapons, just looking for a reason to kill some son of a bitch. None showed.  I was disappointed.  I am dying from total boredom. I need a good shootout to get my adrenaline flowing again, but it was not to be. I haven't had one in years.

Stalkers, I will totally fuck you up! And if you're wearing soft armor, I will break a few ribs, cause you incredible pain, knock you on your ass with my .45, and finish you with a head shot.  I'll splatter your brains all over the parking lot. Or cut your throat with my Randall. Cameras be damned!

If you're lurking my fence, I'll stick a few green tip 5.56's through the fence and through you, as well.  Mark my words.

A few rounds from my Bushmaster will wake these fat, old bitches up who surround me. They could use a bit of stimulation.  All they have to depend on now are their vibrators...That damned Bushmaster is loud!

I fucking hate the FBI, Customs, and DEA.  They are all burglars and thieves, and they are all total cunts.  They are totally arrogant and think they are bulletproof.  Here's a heads-up, assholes.  You're not.

The wigger bitch across the street occasionally opens his garage door, but NEVER shows his pathetic ass in the daylight, because he knows, in his heart of hearts, that I will blow it off.  I just took my AR out into my chair in the garage, hoping he would show his face, but, total coward that he is, he is hidden deeply within the bowels of the house the Feds bought him.

It's been a good weekend so far.  No fag, nigger, Fed, or Muslim stalkers have arrived at my back fence.  But the night is yet young.  If they do, I will kill them. Make no mistake about that.

I am looking forward to it.

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

It's Stalker Saturday, when the Christian fundamentalists crawl out of their holes and lurk my fence.  If they do it tonight, they will die violent deaths.  No mercy.  No verbal warnings.  Fire for effect. I have had ENOUGH!

Another stalker-free visit to the cigar store.  No one in sight in the parking lot, no horn toots, no assholes hovering on the sidewalk.  They have a very slow learning curve, but it appears that they have finally realized that if they fuck with this crazy old man, they will die a violent death.  I have had ENOUGH!  THIS IS WAR!

It's stalker Saturday.  I just went to Walmart and bought some beer and extra minutes for my cheap cell phone.  I parked way out from the storefront and left the engine running and the air conditioning going for my good dog.  It is hot a Hell in Central Florida in June, and I can't leave her in the truck without AC.  So I take the chance that no one will steal my truck.  She would tear his arm off if he tried to enter, anyway.  She is very protective.

No stalkers in sight.  I was well armed and hypervigilent, as usual.  The parking lot was full.  The rednecks are out in droves, and Walmart is the only game left in this shithole town.

So I collected my beer and the minutes card for my phone, and checked out.  I left the store.  No horn toots.  No fundamentalists stalking me in the store.  Perhaps my message has gotten out.  Stalk me and I will kill you, without regard for the consequences.  I am fearless. Stalk me and die. I could care less about what happens to me in the aftermath.  Killing one of you would give me great satisfaction.

So take note, fellow TI's. Guns are the answer, accompanied by a totally fearless attitude.  If they fear us, as they do me, they will back off. Stalking us to them isn't worth their useless lives.  They believe me.  They'd damned well better. If stalked, I will fire for effect.  For all you non-military types, that means shoot to kill.

I have made a decision.  I am tired of getting harassed by stalkers hiding behind my privacy fence.  So take note, assholes. No more single warning shots into the dirt.  The next time you show up, you'll get at least a half a magazine of 5.56's from my AR 15.  No more Mr. Nice Guy.  Next time it happens, I will fire for effect. Hell, who knows?  I may dump a full 30 round mag into you.  I will shred your pathetic asses. At 30 feet, how can I miss? You have been warned.  You are on notice.  No mercy.

Let it be known to all perps and stalkers.  If you lurk behind my privacy fence, I will riddle it, and you, with AR 15 rounds.  I will kill you.  Let there be no doubt.  I am bad company, and you have chosen the wrong target.

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

"We all gotta die."

I have a so-called privacy fence in my back yard.  On three separate occasions within the past year, as recently as an hour ago, prowlers have lurked.  I have fired warning shots at them, into the ground.
There is a major highway a hundred yards behind my house, and on the other side, trailer parks filled with white trash and which are crime riddled.  Maybe one sought a softer target this morning, or maybe it was a perp.  Whatever the case, he got a hot round from my 357 Sig in his general direction.  My dog was in the yard, going nuts.  So I fired a shot to discourage him.  I must be very careful to ensure that my rounds don't hit in the area of the highway, but I am an expert shot, so I won't make that mistake.  I pick the angle and fire.  I had one only last week, and now they're back.  If I have to, I will fire my AR 15 into the fence and riddle them with 62 grain green tips.  That will totally fuck up their day.

Perps, do not fuck with me.  This old man will happily kill you.

Just went out for meds and beer.  When I exited the liquor store with my suds, some asshole over in the crowd of shoppers' vehicles hiding in his car in the parking lot blew his little, pathetic horn at me, three blasts.  I stopped dead still in the middle of the peripheral street, looking for him, or them, but they are cunts.  Total cunts.  They, as I have previously stated, lack the balls to stalk me on foot, so they hide anonymously in their little cars.  They are pathetic.

I stood there in the street for a full ten seconds, waiting on some pussy to show himself, but he hid from me. Just another cunt, working for twenty bucks and a six pack.

That is the way to do it.  Show force, and the intent to use it.We always know they are there, but if they truly believe they will die if they show themselves, they only become little pinpricks. An occasional mosquito bite.  Or pricks, as the case may be.  They have become pathetic. Pitiful.  They are devout, practicing cowards.

Utter slime.

Far From Home...Five Finger Death punch...this could be my theme song...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cB4T7zTEDso

I live in a world of the Blues, and the Blues do not get any better than this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-2jrH-hy6TE

Went to Walmart last night for beer and other necessities.  The parking lot was almost empty at midnight.  I usually shop at midnight or later to thin out the crowd.  Makes stalkers easier to spot.

So when I left the store and entered the parking lot, there was a gray SUV parked almost opposite from my truck, lights on and engine running.  I moved to my right and circled the vehicle, and it slowly departed when I got behind it.  Likely stalkers, and I was ready to open fire immediately should any aggression on the occupants part have been displayed.  I would have blown him out of his socks.  But he fled, cowards that they are.

I have always lived for the rush.  I have almost 1000 skydives, was a cave diver during the 60's before it became so sophisticated, smuggled weed out of Colombia during the 70's coming in under the radar, and flew aircraft all over the world, quite a bit into hot African war zones. It was never for the money. It was always for the rush. The money was a bonus.

So now, in my retirement, my rush comes from hunting stalkers.  I could care less what happens to me. Death would be welcome.  So I hunt the bastards, with malice aforethought.  It is the only stimulation I get, so I suppose I should be grateful.  They give me a reason to arm up and prepare each time I leave my home, and their pitiful lives hang in the balance.  They also read this, so they know.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IuthEfrcu0

Face it. We are outlaws.  So let's behave as outlaws. Kill the bastards.

Vikki tells me she is not dead yet.  Only heading that way, as are we all.  She is married to a totally psychotic bastard and should have him committed, but if she does, she will be destitute. I worry about her constantly.

If I had the money, I would drive to her location and bring her out of that hellhole, at gunpoint if necessary. But I don't.

Or I would lay up at 800 yards and stick a 7mm 168 grain Berger into that asshole husband of hers.

Ahhhh, dreams.

Saturday night.  Stalker night.  I drove to Walmart for food and beer.  No stalkers in sight.  No one flashing their lights at me, no one tooting their horns at me.  I carried two pistols and a knife, a big knife.  I was ready to kill Christian fundamentalists, as I am every time I leave my house.

They love Jesus so much?  I will arrange the introduction.  But nobody showed.  I met a few nice people and had a good evening.  My good dog traveled with me and guarded my truck when I was gone.  I have grown to love her.  It has been a difficult journey these past two and a half years, but she is coming out of the darkness that she lived in for the first four years of her life.

Love makes a difference.  I am hunted, but I am still capable of love.  They can never take that away from me.

Fucking dumbass Feds.  If they had half a brain, they would have caught me all those years ago.  But they failed. Repeatedly.  They are fools.

About a year ago, I'm driving down a dark highway late at night, and this Ford sedan pulls out of a blind entrance and starts to tag me.  No other cars on the highway.  The car paced me, as they had been taught to do in Fed school.  So I watched them for a couple of miles, and then slowed and fell in behind them and tagged them through two traffic lights. I am from Miami, and I have seen this shit before. They got nervous and pulled into a lighted convenience store parking lot and stopped.  I should have immediately opened fire on them, but I let the dumb bastards live.  Scared the shit out of them. Looking back, I should have killed them. Should have unlimbered my AR 15 and blown their shit away. They are lucky to be alive.

So what happened next?  They broke into my house when I was gone and looted the place.  They stole ammunition and my firearms records from a file.  Petty, totally pathetic little cunts. They don't play by their own rules.  They are criminals, bigger criminals than I ever was.  The United States has become a criminal empire, run by renegade Federal agents and sold-out politicians.  They are total scum. DEA, FBI, DHS. Politicians. All are scum.  We are headed for a civil war and I will kill as many as I can.

Bunch of total cunts.

Vikki is dying.  It grieves me deeply.  Stalked In Oklahoma is no more.  Her heart is failing and I don't have the money to get to her to help her.  Drives me nuts, but there is nothing I can do about it, so I live with it.  Barely.  She is almost gone.  Wish her well. Pray for her.

Scumbag across the street stole a pistol from me.  The idea of killing him is almost overpowering, but I restrain myself.  They would love it if I did.  He's just mercenary cannon fodder, but the bastard is afraid of me and won't come out of his house in the daylight.  He's a coward, like they all are.  There is a special corner of hell reserved for these animals.

As I sit here alone in front of my monitor. the thought often runs through my head as to how that miserable bastard across the street from me, the burglar, lives with himself.  But he is a criminal in the employ of the government and has no conscience.  He hides in his house all day and only comes out in his car for an early morning meeting with his handlers.  I have named him The Turtle.

The Feds seek out psychopaths to employ in different situations, and a lot of Feds, particularly many US Customs officers, are psychopaths. I have encountered many during my travels, crossing the border as I once did so very often.

The only defense against them is to ridicule them in front of their associates.  I discovered that this is very effective.  When they start up with their bullshit routine, I looked for a weak spot in their diatribe and concentrated on it.  I have left more than one hanging on the ropes, getting laughed at by their comrades.  It was a very satisfying experience.

I uniformly hated those Customs bastards and still do, and they hated me, because they never could catch me when I was smuggling weed and blow out of Colombia.  That's why I am in this program.  Some little arrogant affirmative action nigger in Miami thought he had us cold, but we were onto them from the very beginning, because intellect is not one of their strong points.  We fucked them over as a way of life and made a lot of money in the process. This punk burr-head ended up looking like a total fool, which he was. I utterly despise them to this very day.

I look back on those wild, incredible years and often wonder how I survived.  I guess I must have been better at my job than they were at theirs.

But they are an unforgiving bunch of clowns, and attack those they cannot arrest, as they have been attacking me for the past 35 years.  What a bunch of pitiful cunts! Nothing but a bunch of total losers. Just like the guy across the street.  He steals kitchen utensils from a 72 year old man.  He must feel like a great American. What he actually is is a great American asshole.  And a target for a fusillade of 5.56's.

Fuck 'em!

Just hit me again recently.  I bought a bottle of good Venezuelan rum and was looking for a water glass to drink some from.  I had three water glasses.  Now, I have one.  The cunt stole the other two.  As I have previously stated, it's the death of a thousand cuts.  But they have chosen a fierce opponent in me.  I will do what I must to neutralize this bitch.  His very life hangs in the balance.  They're trying to drive me into a homicidal rage, but they will fail.

I am as cold and calculating as a mamba on the prowl for rats.  I will not allow them to force my hand.  Yeah, it's a lonely life, but I am very disciplined and it is that self-discipline they seek to destroy.

They will fail.

It is a lonely world for those of us who walk alone against the forces of darkness, but with a good .45 on one's hip, they can be discouraged, as well as having an AR 15 by one's thigh.  We, also, can strike fear into their black hearts, for although they worship Satan, they have no desire to meet him in their immediate future.

Hell awaits them.

Remember that.

Guns matter.

Use them if the opportunity arises.

I will.

I am beyond sick of you motherfuckers who constantly stalk, burglarize and harass me.  Trust me when I say this:  Your very lives are in my hands.  I will kill you on sight, mercilessly. If I see you, I will kill you, with a smile on my face.  And piss on your corpses.

.

He just stole a spatula.  He has, as I have previously mentioned, stolen two paring knives and a pair of kitchen shears.  And now he recently stolen a spatula.  He is concentrating on my kitchen.

His entire program, run by psychotic psychologists, is designed to generate a feeling of helplessness.

But if he walks outside, I will blow his fucking brains all over his brickwork.  He is a devout, practicing coward, who will become the eventual reason for his own death.

I guess I should spend more time sitting in my garage with a beer and a cigar and my AR and wait for him to appear.

The only thing one may do to survive an environment filled with cobras is to kill them.

I advise you to do the same.

The scumbag who lives across the street from me and still commits petty thefts, such as stealing two paring knives and a pair of kitchen shears.

I often talk to him on the house bugs. The turtle.  He is afraid to show himself, because he has learned that actions have consequences.

He tampered with my electronic sight on my AR 15, so I have replaced it with the iron sights.  Hell, at 71 yards, laser ranged, I don't need sights.  I will just point and shoot.  With thirty rounds, I'll eventually hit him, whether or not he has tampered with the elevation or windage adjustments on my irons.  He is a fucked duck.  I doubt if, when his masters hired him, he thought things would turn out this way.

He is a sneak thief and a burglar.  The scum of the earth. That profession often has fatal consequences.  I just fervently hope I catch the worthless bastard in my house.

Music from my past...the wonderful 70's, before I became a TI.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtPyk8_onO8&feature=related

Fleetwood Mac 1982 Mirage tour...Enjoy...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5-W1znnqOs

Five Finger Death Punch...Far From Home...the other one was taken down because of some A&R asshole...  here it is again.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQCBLKJ0qB4

Five Finger Death Punch...Bad Company...describes me to a 'T".

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

We need to hit Davos with a battalion of Marines and kill everyone there.  That would solve many, if not most, of the world's problems.

No mercy.

They will have no mercy on us.

Stalked in Oklahoma has finally surrendered and has essentially abandoned me. She was my spiritual muse.  Now, she has totally given up.  I can't really blame her after all the Hell she has endured, but she is married to a psychopath and he will no longer allow us to talk.  So she has given up.  Says she no longer cares about living.  She, I thought, was an Amazon queen, the strongest woman I have ever met.  It now appears that her strength is gone.  That is tragic beyond words.  I will miss her counsel terribly, and my heart is, even at my age of 72, once again, broken.

Go you own way, Vikki.  There is nothing more that I can say or do.

These scumbags are relentless.  They destroy people as a way of life.  Psychopaths.  Nothing less.  If you ever get the opportunity to kill one, do so.  You will never regret it, and you will be doing the TI community a great service.

CSN-  Southern Cross...


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cBsnopTVmo

Riders on the Storm...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DED812HKWyM