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.
Monday, October 31, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
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!
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!
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!
Thursday, October 13, 2016
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.
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.
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