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.