Been gone for a while.  Fell on black ice a couple of weeks ago and dislocated my left shoulder.  At 74, I am recovering, but it's a slow process.

I've been blasting the scumbag CIA on Gab.ai, a new conservative forum.  The jackals, which are obviously CIA thugs or CIA-connected thugs, hit me early this morning with V2K.  I must be getting to them because they reacted like Obama has to having his ass handed to him in the election. The skinny little queer is trying to start WW III, but Putin is just laughing at him.

2017 will be a definitive year in the history of America. I hope we survive it.

Being blitzed by porn url's.  That tells me I'm really getting to them.  I like it.

I HIGHLY RECOMMEND that everyone watch this video.  It will open your eyes to truths neither you nor I had ever suspected.  I, as well as all others who have been subjected to these continuous torments, have known some of this to be true from our personal experiences.  This video, which, by the way, is 1:57:07 long, is worth EVERY MINUTE of the time you will spend to watch it.  The evil herein as expressed by a victim who survived and has now written two books about her experiences, is difficult to believe.

She names some names that will truly shake you to the bone.  She has not been sued by any of the people she names, which, to me, offers her excellent credibility.

So here it is.  Log onto You Tube and fasten your seat belts, because what you are about to learn will forever change the way you view the United States Government and those who supposedly "govern" us.

Have a nice ride.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FvEBmEo4IA0&t=2258s

Been rather quiet here lately.  I've been otherwise occupied.

The jackals are still snapping at my heels, but I could care less.  They're queers, hiding up in the rocks until I leave, and then they break in, as they always do, and carry out petty thefts.  I would imagine that to kill time before I leave, they spend their time giving each other blow jobs or taking it up their asses, but, well, that is the kind of scum we deal with on a daily basis.  Queers.  Pedophiles.  Scum of the earth.

So I just live my life as best I can and press on.

I don't fear them in the least, and I believe this infuriates them, which makes me laugh.

So for all of the rest of you tormented bastards out there, press on.  Keep fighting this sublime evil with every nerve in your tormented bodies.

Someday, we will all have peace.

You ain't gonna believe this!   I'm sitting here, laughing my ass off!  I went to my Stats page to see who is hitting me. There were three URL's listed under the heading, Traffic Sources.  I clicked on all three.  Two out of three are porn sites, each showing one query!  Porn sites! ROTFLMAO!!

Hey, fellow TI's and curious individuals... Here's a well-written piece on what's going on and what to do in order to keep yourselves somewhat sane...LOL!

I am well aware that they're in my computer, on my phones and my house is bugged with listening devices, likely with cameras as well.  I know for a fact that the jackals had cameras in my apartment in Florida.  They had some snitch who engaged me in a conversation in a cigar lounge in Orange City, Florida.  I knew almost immediately that he was a stooge because he ended up giving me more information than I gave him!  What an asshole!  He was a Filipino who claimed to be a retired Navy SEAL Command Master Chief.  Through his remarks and questions, the stupid, ignorant transparent fool confirmed to me that my house was bugged, both with listening devices and cameras, as well.  He was dumb as a fucking brick.  He called himself "Manny."

Anyway, here's the link I first mentioned.  It's a good read.

https://sites.google.com/site/targetedindividuals101/survival-guide/more-survival-guide

BTW, I constantly talk to the jackals on the house bugs, calling them queers, pedophiles and whatever else my somewhat creative mind comes up with on the spur of the moment.  It really pisses them off and I constantly laugh at their pranks.

For example, they often call me on my house phone.  When I pick up, there is only silence.  So I laugh and say, "Hello, mosquitoballs.  How about sending your daughter over.  I need a blow job really badly."  Click!  Mosquitoballs hangs up.  Sometimes it happens four times a day. Then I laugh at them and sneeringly call them queers, accuse them of giving their partner a blow job while they call me, and stuff like that. Fuck 'em!

Remember...

Never quit.

Never EVER quit!

They've targeted my car.  It's a '99 Infinite QX4 in terrible shape, but I'm bringing it back, with a little help from my friends.

Today, I was heading into town.  The car sits in the parking lot on a level spot of the steep hill behind my house.  When my dog and I walked up the hill to the car and I stuck my coded key into the door lock, the car alarm immediately sounded.  I screwed around with it for about 45 seconds and shut it down.

So we drove ten miles into town and I stopped at the pharmacy to get some supplies.  When I walked out and looked around, there was a guy in his late 20's wearing a short beard standing off to my left, drinking something out of a plastic cup and staring into space.  So I stopped and watched him. He was obviously a local because he was wearing a T shirt and dark pants, and it was a bit chilly for this old dog from Florida.  I watched him for about a minute, thinking seriously about strolling over to him and ramming my blade into his right kidney, but I just wasn't certain.

So I walked back to the car, having previously stopped for a few minutes at the grocery store.

When I reentered the car in the grocery store's parking lot, no alarm.  This time at the pharmacy, the alarm sounded again.  I had it down by then and immediately shut it off with the key, then unlocked it again.  No alarm.  When I looked back to my left, the kid was gone.  That was his good luck.  Otherwise, he would now be very dead, lying on a morgue slab.

BTW, I had the engine checked and they had not damaged it.  At least, not apparently. Time will tell.

Stalk me and die!

The beat goes on.

Never quit.

Never, ever quit!

It's 0345 MDT and I'm really too tired to write this.  The beat goes on.  The jackals hit me today while I was in town getting my car checked.  They may have downloaded some shit on my computer, and they stole a couple of items from my desk drawer.  They may have also ruined the engine on my car, but time will tell.

The way things are going in the presidential election, anything can happen.

Check out the latest from Anonymous:

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=111_1476271885&comments=1

You won't be sorry you did.

You might find this interesting...Join.   I did. Psychiatrists are nothing more that pill pushers for Big Pharma.  NEVER put your trust in a psychiatrist.  Never!

https://mg.mail.yahoo.com/neo/launch?.rand=anfgj85vp1b1j

Slimed again today by the pedos.

Drove into to town to see my doc. Also went food shopping.

When I returned, a length of 3/8" line, (rope to you landlubbers), had been cut and a bottle of Hershey's great caramel flavored syrup had been stolen from my cupboard.

These baby-fuckers are such utter scum.  Cowards all.  I constantly challenge them to come out and face me.  They won't. They continue to hide under their snug little rocks like the cowardly worms they are.

No stalkers seen in the food store tonight.  They don't want 6" of razor sharp Randall steel rammed into their guts or hearts or their eyes, lips, throats, or balls slashed by a blade from Orlando's finest.

I don't carry a hunting knife.  I carry a blade specifically designed by the late Bo Randall during the late 70's for killing, and I cannot wait to put it to work!

Never quit!

Never, ever quit!!


BTW...forgot to mention...when the pedophile was in my house this evening, he raised my heating thermostat to 80F and turned the heat on.  It was off when I left and I was running my portable air conditioner.  It was a warm day today here in western Montana.  Unusually warm for late September.  80F.

Where do the scumbag Feds find such heroic slime?  In the sewers of Calcutta, the opium dens of Bangkok or the whorehouses of Panama? Or maybe their daughters work in one, or, hell, who knows?  Perhaps all three?


Go figger...

http://img.mediaplex.com/ad/ck?mprid=13419-164816-2056-6&mpl=75554743&secrid=23873260157&senetid=search-sitelink&mpro=http://dkmhab.xyz

Check that out.  Another porn site.

Just checked my source queries. This one came up. These pervs really love porn.  They can sit in front of their monitors and masturbate, all the while imagining that one of the women featured would actually talk to them.

It is comical!

I am once again under EMF attack.  I have been for at least three days and perhaps much longer.  Three days ago, a red blotch appeared under the skin on my right forearm along with one much smaller on the top of my left wrist.  This is indicative of subcutaneous bleeding. cause by directed energy weapons.  This is far from the first time this has happened.

Then, yesterday, smaller red blotches appeared on both my forearms, two on each arm.  All four are centered by tiny breaks in my skin which will ooze blood if rubbed gently.  Looks like the slimesuckers have upped their amperage.

Going to the doc tomorrow on an unrelated matter, so I'll have her take a look at them for her opinion.

I am a very spiritual man who has had a close contact with God for most of my life.  I am not religious, but I have been called a mystic by other mystics whom I have met over the years, and, one miraculous morning way back in 1974, I was blessed to feel God's incredible, indescribable love. It was the absolute pinnacle of my life's experiences.

I have led what some tell me was an incredible life. Pilot, skydiver, world traveler, African dangerous game hunter, smuggler, scuba diver, blue water sailor.  Essentially, I was a professional adventurer.  During my life, I have experienced several very close brushes with death.  God has constantly given me miracles, both large and small, to preserve my life. I should, by all odds, have died violently several times during the past many years.  Yet, I am still here, and another miracle has occurred which, once again, has saved my life.

In September, 1966, while living and flying in the Bahamas, I was involved in a serious car accident which cost me the sight of my right eye.  While lying in the small clinic's ER on a gurney, I had a near-death experience. It was the most serene, peaceful experience of my life.  It was wonderful. That night, I lost all fear of death.

Since then, I have casually researched near-death experiences.  I have a good friend who is also a TI who died and was sent back to suffer some more. Her story is truly phenomenal.  Hers parallels Betty J. Eadie's experiences as detailed in her remarkable book, "Embraced By The Light."

In the book, she mentions what happens to the souls of evil people and suicides.  They float in eternal darkness for millennia, never reaching the Light, alone forever.  Forever.

Never fear death unless you are an intrinsically evil soul, such as the ones who torment us.  They are lost souls.  Forever.

Satan's spawn.

They will pay for their crimes against humanity in the worst manner imaginable.

Never quit!

Never, ever quit!!

The jackals got me again. 

I was heating a cup of lukewarm coffee in the microwave when I saw a big flash.  That meant metal in the mic. So I searched for it and found a tiny strip of metal, likely aluminum foil, embedded in a patch of over flow from some food I had previously warmed.

No harm done, but it was entertaining.

These slimeballs are what we call in the States, low-rent mother fuckers.  Trailer trash.
Never a dull moment from these pedophiles.

Never quit.

Never, ever quit!

Gaslighted again.

About six weeks ago, I had two imprinted hoodies stolen from the house. They each had cost me over 40 bucks.  Today, I found one in a box by my bed where I always lay my pants before I go to sleep.  It wasn't there last night.

The scumbags have been doing this for years. It's nothing new. And it has no effect on me.  So now I'll have something else warm to wear during the fall.

I hope all of you out there are surviving.

Never, ever quit.

Here's an interesting note...

Tonight, I checked the URL's that queried this blog.  There were three of them.  The third one connected me to a porn site.  There was one hit registered from that URL.

Here it is:

http://imagehat.com/index?URL=http://dkmhab.xyz

Try your luck.  It might still be up by the time you read this.  You'll probably have to copy and paste.

Never quit!

Never, ever quit!

Couple of days ago, I got stalked in Walmart at 2:00 in the afternoon.  It didn't register at first, because no one has physically stalked me on foot since I moved here.

There's always the first time.

I entered the store, pushing my empty basket.  Standing there about fifteen or twenty feet away facing me, was a thug.  He was in his early 40's, 6'2" or so, bulked up, just standing there in the middle of the aisle with nothing in his hands, no basket, staring at me.  I didn't think much about it at the time because I was in a hurry to replace an engine oil funnel that the jackals had stolen from my home a couple of weeks previously and I had to walk to the opposite end of the store. There are a lot of guys around here who resemble him, more or less. After all, this is Montana.  It ain't pussyville.

I continued with my shopping and left.

But most of you are aware that your subconscious mind never sleeps.  It is your problem solver.  It is on the job 24/7.

So about halfway home, it hit me.  That slime-sucking pedophile was my first visible Montana stalker.

If it happens again, things will be different.

My leg lifer son in law has my few remaining guns and refuses to return them. (For the unitiated, a "leg" is a non-Airborne qualified individual in the Army.  A "lifer" is a person who spends his career in the military, sucking whatever dick requires sucking in order to gain higher rank. As a former paratrooper, I have little respect for a leg lifer REMF, [Rear Echelon Mother Fucker] who is not jump qualified and spends his entire career far away from the distant sound of gunfire.)   If he didn't have such a beautiful adopted son three+ years old, I would simply kill the cunt.  Yeah, that's right, he's an ignorant middle-class cunt who has never confronted death and believes the world is a great place. I would take my guns.  My daughter, who is a conniving bitch, could then live on his life insurance.  I could care less.  I love my little grandson, though.  I would not willingly deprive him of his father, although his father is a craven thief.

I do, however, possess other very effective weapons and I have been very well trained in their use.

I have formulated a series of plans that I can instantly adapt to whatever varied situation arises if the jackals try it again.

Someones gonna die.

It very well could be me, but, as I recently posted, I have absolutely no fear of death and I have led a life that millions would envy.  So no complaints there.

Given the current state of world affairs, many of you know that there are people who do not fear death and who will willingly sacrifice their own lives in order to kill their enemies.  I am one of those.

No, I am not an Islamist fucktard hellbent on mayhem. I am a TI of over 35 years who hates my tormentors with a pathological rage.  I do, however, understand a suicide bomber's mindset.  As long as you destroy your enemy, your own life means nothing.

So beware,  jackals.  I will happily sacrifice my own life if, in doing so, I can kill one of YOU!

Never quit!

Never, ever quit!!

And oh, by the way, one of the jackals snuck into my home last night while I was asleep and stole a soup bowl out of my sink's drying rack.  They're nothing if not petty...

Oh, the slimesuckers read this blog, alright. Within five minutes of my last post, I was watching a Netflix video, and they whited out my entire screen.  Aren't they pitiful?  So fucking pitiful!  Like a kid who had his candy stolen, so he throws a tantrum.  They're approaching a six year-old's emotional maturity level.  LMAO!

Nothing unusual going on today, other than my page scrolling was slow and jerky for a couple of hours earlier.  I rebooted, and it returned to normal.

I may go out later on this evening, but I doubt it.  Gemma, my best friend, who also happens to be a big, 70 pound Golden Doodle, and I are just hanging out.  It was a beautiful fall day in Western Montana.

Hang in there.  Remember, the psycho scumbags' ultimate goal is to drive us sufficviently batshit to either commit homicide or suicide.  Don't do it!  Don't allow this lower life form to control you. They have put me through unmitigated hell during the past 36 years, and I'm still flipping them off.

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!!

The jackals sure didn't like my last post. They reacted quickly.

I was watching a Netflix streaming movie and they have blocked the audio. I paused the feed, took a leak, and when I returned the audio was gone.  I hit System Restore, but it had no effect, so clearly they're in my computer.  They are a bunch of stupid bastards who spend their time sitting in that yellow truck in the back at their consoles, sucking each others' dicks in between fucking with me. I wonder if they deep throat each other? Very likely, with all the time they have on their hands.  Lots of practice time.

 I drove up the road looking for the yellow truck, but it's not there, so they've hacked the Netflix audio feed.  You Tube audio works great.

This again clearly demonstrates exactly what kind of slimy cunts we have to deal with on a daily basis. Fed scum.  Utter scum! I wish they would come to my door!  I'd split someone's skull with an axe, or behead them with a machete before they killed me.  I'm 74 next month, so I don't give a shit.  I've lived a good life.  Might as well end it while killing a scumbag.

Fuck 'em.

Never quit.  Never, ever quit!

Haven't been here in a while.  The scumbag Feds are all over my ass because of something I said on Twitter.  I have no idea what it was.  They're useless bastards.  They clearly proved that with the Hillery Clinton fiasco.

Today, I got hacked by a  flat-painted  pale yellow panel truck with painted over windows with some remarkable antenna arrays sticking out of the top. It was hidden behind foliage to the right of my driveway and moved out when I left my place.

When I returned from buying tires from my car and booted up my computer, Windows wouldn't load. I called the computer shop and they said bring it in.

The scum in that antenna-festooned truck did it. I got right on their asses and followed them for miles.  I wish I'd had my AR.  I would have blown that truck and everyone in it to hell, but I didn't have it.  My punk-assed son in law won't return it to me because he is a total piece of shit leg lifer bastard. He's worried about his military retirement. So I'm on my own, as usual.

Everyone in the States who is targeted knows the Feds are fomenting it. Americans, the government is the enemy.

I truly believe that an American civil war is coming. I'd hate to see it, but we have been belabored enough and hundreds of millions are totally disgusted with the rampant corruption and this Muslim fucktard in the white house.

I hope you TI's out there in shitsville are making it.  Never quit.  Never, ever quit!  Fight these slimy jackals with every breath in your bodies, and may God bless you one and all.

Fuckin' FBI all over my ass because of what I write on Twitter. Don't these pitiful crooked scumbags have something better to do than to harass an old man living alone in the Montana hills with his dog?  Apparently not.

FBI is all over my ass. Fuck them!  The DEA and US Customs have crawled all over my ass for 40 years. If you have something on me, then bust me. I know you cunts read this.  Otherwise, fuck off!  Fed scum!

Now, I have the fucking Feebies on my ass because of remarks I've published on Twitter!  The fucking FBI. What a fucking honor! I can barely stand it. NOT!

I've been at war with US Customs and DEA for 40 years!  Now, I have these cunts on my ass! Fuck them all!

The first clue was the nigger and the honky staking out my house in a white van with Florida plates a month ago, too stupid to hide.  Either that, or it was just another mindfuck. Who cares?  I don't.

I'm 73 years old and an American patriot.  I fear no one!

I've been a TI for 36 years.  Attacked electronically, my vehicles vandalized multiple times, my house burglarized multiple times, my valuables stolen. And so on and so forth. So fuck DEA, Customs, and FBI!  I could care less.

I FEAR NO ONE!

My daughter and and son in law, like all unaware assholes, think I'm crazy.  They have no concept of the torments we suffer.  They are so disgustingly middle-class Americans.

I've traveled the world.  Witnessed untold misery.  My people here have no concept of true misery.  But they way things going here in the states, they may soon get a big taste of it.

America is being destroyed from within.  I truly believe that civil war is inevitable.  That scares me.  I have seen too many civil wars.  I don't want to see that here.

But the greedy elitists are making it inevitable.

Millions will die.

It breaks my heart.

I am watching my beloved country die.

I fervently hope some sniper puts a 230 grain bullet through that murderous cunt Hillery, AKA Killery, Clinton.  Tomorrow.

Just put the fear of God into a stalker the other day.  Drove down to the convenience store for some dip and an iced tea. Was standing behind an older man at the checkout who was having problems with his card, when a 250 pound thug wearing his war face walked in.  I eyed the thug.  He walked on through the little store to the very back, picked up nothing, and returned to station himself to my left rear less than three feet away.   I stood there for a few seconds and then took two steps to my right to clear my blade.  He caught on immediately.  He was very close to death. When I took those two steps, the cunt fled.  Got into a black SUV and drove away. I watched him go. I was gonna drop his guts on the ground in about two seconds.  He was very close to death, and he knew it.

I have repeatedly warned them that to stalk me is to court violent death.  Apparently, this asshole decided to test the waters. I would have sliced him to ribbons in about two seconds.  Haven't seen the fat bitch since.  I don't mind wet work at all.  In fact, I prefer the blade to a firearm when I'm within 20 feet of my target.  It's messy, but, unlike a bullet, the blade generates instant agony.  Blades work.

In the last two days, two Bell Long Ranger helicopters have overflown my house.  Could be the same chopper.  As a skilled pilot and a member of Army aviation for almost three years, not to mention a former helicopter plot myself, I can usually recognize the type of aircraft by the sounds made by the rotors.  You can always tell a Bell.

This a quiet valley here.  A chopper sounds like a freight train because of rotor sounds reflecting off the hills.

Fuck 'em!

It's 2115 hrs here in the hills, still daylight outside.

About ten minutes ago, my good dog Gemma alerted.  She doesn't bark at a passing deer, either.  She was serious. We went outside armed and found no one, but there is so much cover around the place that a platoon could be concealed up the hill and I'd never see them.

It takes truly bold souls to attack a 73 year old man.  They're all cunts, but you already knew that. Pitiful, pathetic cowards.  Satan's spawn.

There's one thing I neglected to emphasize in yesterday's post about the black and white government thugs who were scoping me out, and it is this:  Anyone stupid enough to assign a black to any job in Montana will immediately create suspicion.

Blacks comprise less than two per cent of the state's population.  You rarely ever spot one in the stores or on the street.  That is one reason among many why I moved here.  We will have no rioting, rampaging niggers, burning and looting.  They would very likely be immediately shot, because most people here travel armed.  The blacks are no problem, and we like it that way.  I don't know why they don't move here.  Maybe it's the brutal winters, but I'd say it's more about the culture.

Montana is a state primarily populated by whites and Native Americans.

So whatever dumbfuck assigned that black thug to watch me didn't have a clue.  Absofuckinglutely stupid!!

Two days ago at about 3:00 PM Mountain time, I headed out to the store about two miles away to pick up supplies.  As I closed the gate and latched it, I looked up the hill to where my driveway, which is about 500 meters long and curvy, enters the road and saw a white panel truck parked to the right of the driveway's exit, more than half concealed by heavy brush, with just the cab sticking out.

As I re-boarded the Cherokee, the van hadn't moved.  It looked bogus as hell to me. The driveway is paved.  I took off up the drive at a rapid clip, wanting to get a closer look.  The van immediately took off at a decent pace in the direction I was planning to head.  I positioned myself about fifty yards behind it.

This is very hilly country here.  The road has a lot of uphill and downhill curves, several being totally blind, so you have to exercise caution.

The first thing I noticed was the driver using a lot of braking on the downhill slopes.  He obviously knew nothing about mountain driving, when one shifts into a lower gear to slow and save brake wear.

So I edged a bit closer.  I got a look at his plate, not close enough to read the numbers, but I saw what appeared to be an orange-colored blob in the center of the plate.  It was a Florida plate.We arrived at the stop sign and the van stopped, of course, and I got right on his ass.  Definitely a Florida plate.

The van took off to the left and then turned up the two-lane highway leading to the traffic circle and the store.

We arrived at the store. The van overshot the first left turn leading into the parking area and the fuel pumps, pulled up beside the furthermost bank of pumps from the store entrance and stopped.  No one exited the vehicle.

I parked at the store's entrance, got out of my car, and stared at the van for about twenty seconds with a fuck you look on my face, and then entered the store.  I watched it through the store windows as I made my purchases. No one exited to fuel the van.  It just sat there.

As I left the store, a tall white guy, possibly in his early 40's, 6'3", about 210 pounds dressed in a gray T shirt and dark pants exited the van and headed toward the store.  He was on my left and turned his head to the right to avoid fully exposing his face.

I needed fuel, so I backed out of my slot and made my way to the open pumps immediately adjacent to the van.

I saw a big black guy in his 40's sitting behind the wheel, so I walked around the pumps and asked him what part of Florida he was from.  He said South Florida.  I lived in South Florida for almost 40 years.  South Florida is 3000 miles from Montana City where the store is located.

So now, I'm looking at a salt and pepper team of two assholes who were blatantly casing my house.
We chatted for a minute or so, and he introduced himself as Melvin something or the other and offered his hand.  I shook it.

Meanwhile, the white guy had returned to the van with his face averted, but as he re-entered the van, I got a good look at him.  I can pick him out of a line-up.

I began fueling the Cherokee and they just sat there.  The honky had bought a couple of soft drinks.

I finished fueling and got in the Jeep and started the engine.

"Melvin" then started his engine exited the spot and turned into the roundabout and headed for the Interstate 15 entrance that heads north into Helena.  The I 15 entrance is only a couple of hundred meters away.  I returned home.

They were BUSTED, and they knew it.  They were a real clown act.  Not to mention totally stupid.

I don't know who they represent, but if they drove 3000 miles to Montana to stake out my home, driving a white panel truck into the Montana hill country with Florida plates, which is almost totally green this time of year...

If you want to effectively surveill a guy, the very first thing you should do is rent an innocuous appearing car, preferably green, so you can better blend into the environment, not a fucking white panel truck with Florida plates!  Stupid and arrogant, to say the very least.

So when I arrived home, the first thing I did was call the cops and advise them that two assholes, one black and the other white, were casing my neighborhood.

I have often wondered why these dumb bastards have consistently underestimated me for all these years.  Their learning curve is almost flat.  Mine is not.  I haven't seen them since, and don't expect to.

Vikki, the jackals are blocking some of my emails and some of my phone calls.  Call me any time.

They seek to isolate me.  They will fail.

I apologize to you for being gone for so long.  I have recently experienced some major upheavals in my life.  I recently emigrated from Central Florida to western Montana.  I am 73, and the thought of dying in that shithole I was living in, DeLand, Florida, appalled me.  My only remaining family lives here and made arrangements for me to come out. I have traveled 2700 miles to finish out the remainder of my life.  I am living in a remote and beautiful place in the foothills of the eastern Rocky Mountains. And, of course, my tormentors followed me here.

The jackal is the most despised animal in Africa. Jackals will follow birthing females, mainly the wide variety of antelope species, during birthing time.  As the female drops the fawn, the jackal will catch it as is is being born and kill and eat it. 

I have therefore named the perps jackals.  The perps are Satan's spawn, a force of pure, calculating evil in our world, and should all be summarily and very agonizingly executed.  A sulfuric acid bath would be a very appropriate method.

So from now on, I will refer to them as jackals.

They have been on me here since day one.  In the six weeks I have lived in this beautiful place, they have stolen at least 22 items from my house.  I have promised them that if I catch one in my house, I will slice them to ribbons and piss on their corpse.  Given the opportunity, I will gleefully keep that promise.  One may have a considerable amount of fun with a Randall knife or a machete.

Many years ago, some SEALs I ran with trained me in the art of using the blade.  I would delight in finally  putting that knowledge to good uase.

Remember, my tormented friends, never quit.  Never, ever quit.

As many of you know, I have been a TI for over 35 years.  I am still standing.

I haven't posted in quite a while, but I have a story to tell that may dismay some of you.  I won't tell it now, because I am tired to the bone.  Suffice it to say that I have left Florida for good, for better or worse, and am now living in a small, very remote house in the Rocky Mountain foothills in western Montana.  My remaining family is a few miles away and are providing great support.

The scum-suckers have located me, and, of course, I am still under attack.  Fuck 'em!  The can easily kill me if they wish, but I will die with my middle finger raised.

I am unarmed and unafraid.

Have been in MT for 2 weeks at my family's and the slimy fucktards are here.  They stole my burner phone today from my bedroom and left me the battery cover as a memento.  I wonder just how many times per day these fucktards screw their mothers? Gotta be at least twice, when they can drag mumsy out of the whorehouses where they work.

It's been a long time since I posted anything here.  My life has grown very complicated during the past couple of months, and I simply lacked the energy to write.

These evil bastards are still on my ass.  Recently, the guy at 940 broke in while I was absent and stole a small back pack filled with AR-15 magazines.  I have more, and 5.56 ammo is cheap.

In two months, I am planning a move to western Montana to be near my family and get to know my young grandson.  That's a 2700 mile trip.  I drive a '97 Ford F-150 with 2WD drive, which is inadequate for the fierce Montana winters. I'll sell it and buy a 4WD drive Toyota to handle the snow.  I already have a buyer.

The electronic attacks have lessened, but I have lost my appetite. I believe they are still attacking me with microwaves.

They also stimulate my urinary response, particularly when I am busy in the kitchen.  I have to drop everything and race for the bathroom.  I don't always make it and wet my underwear and pants, so I have taken to wearing Depends, excellent adult "diapers".  They are extremely cheap and comfortable and do their job.

We must continue to fight these outrages that are constantly perpetrated against us. These attacks are nothing short of a program of continuing domestic terrorism, being conducted by the Federal Government punks and psychopaths.  They enjoy attacking 73 year old men and women. They're true psychopaths and true sadists.

So fight these malicious bastards with every nerve in your bodies. As I have previously mentioned, I have been under attack for over 35 years, and I'm still standing.

God bless all of you and remember:  Never quit!  Never ever quit!

If you can write, start a blog and describe the tortures aimed at you.  The more the word gets out, the more effect it will have.  A snail under his rock fears the light.  Let's attack these scumbag snails and expose them to daylight!

By the way, my beloved Vikki is still alive. I had lost contact with her these past months and suspected that she had died.  She contacted me and urged me to begin writing, so, thanks to Vikki for inspiring me to keep trying.  I love her.  Thank you, Vikki.

The scumbgs have recently stolen two of my winter coats.  Worth over  three hundred dollars.  But I have more.

I would love nothing more that to bury my Randall Bowie up to the hilt in his asshole, twist it, and make him scream like a woman.  Maybe, I'll get the chance