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.

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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.