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