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.