Perhaps I have partially misjudged my son in law.  I am a tough motherfucker. He is not.

His father, a Pearl Harbor vet, recently died. His father was his anchor to reality, but he never taught his son to survive on the street. He is very naive and easily cucked. He lacks street sense.

Here in the backward state of Montana where the Feebs send their losers, is a relatively safe place. A tiny minority of blacks and Muslims are here, so there is little threat.

But if you live in South Florida for 40 years, you soon learn to never leave your house without a .45 on your hip.

He would not survive the hostile environments of Addis, or Nairobi, nor Joburg, nor Luanda or Benguela, or Barranquilla, or even Miami. I did, and I thrived. So, perhaps, instead of being angry at him for his ignorance, I should pity him.

I cannot teach him. His hubris and arrogance prevent that. I would like to, but he will not allow it. His loss.

I believe that they have finally killed me.  I feel worse with each passing day.

I am old.  75. I obviously lack the stamina I once had and they continue to hammer me.

It is only a matter of time.

God watches all.

As I sit here watching a movie, they are burning me and making my eyes itch. Nothing new. Just more pure evil from the spawn of Satan's asshole.

Got 25 hits from Linux users so far today alone.  The Feds use Linux, so they are crawling all over me.  No surprise there.

I am old.  I am tired. But I do not know how to quit.  It is in my DNA. And, of course, once one becomes a TI, there is no relief but death.

I will not take my own life.  I believe that to be a mortal sin.  Nor will I kill anyone unless I am attacked.

I will not be manipulated nor tortured into breaking those promises.

Before God, I swear it.

I was on the phone with a friend in the bedroom a few minutes ago.  My dog began acting strangely, so I ended the convo and returned here to the kitchen.

Then, I checked this blog and, for the second time in around 4 days, the top 15 or 20 posts had disappeared.

I had to close it and reopen it to get them back.

The snails are in my machine like ticks around a Cape buffalo's asshole.

The snails are doing everything within their power to prevent me from leaving Montana.  I am under constant, unrelenting DEW attack.  It is having a definite effect upon my ability to accomplish even minor tasks.  And, of course, I am positive the psychopaths are enjoying themselves because that is what psychopaths do!

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
― H. Jackson Brown Jr., P.S. I Love You

“You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.”
― C.S. Lewis

“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
― Mark Twain

I have, and I am.

To know what you know and to know what you don't know, that is real wisdom. ~ Confucius

Former Supreme Court Justice Louis Brandeis wrote in 1928, the framers of the Constitution sought "to protect Americans in their beliefs, their thoughts, their emotions, and their sensations." It is for this reason that they established, as against the government, the right to be let alone as "the most comprehensive of rights and the right most valued by civilized men."


Millions of people across this country and the globe are being targeted in various ways by a growing number of covert harassment groups. Citizens are being watched, tracked, monitored, harassed, and tortured; their private lives invaded, ruined, and many kept in virtual isolation from friends and family.

Any man who fears death has never truly lived.

"Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me Liberty or give me Death!"                                                                                              Patrick Henry

This is my all time favorite:



"A man may be destroyed, but not defeated."

                          Ernest Hemingway

"We cannot confront solitude without moral resources" 

 ~ Honore De Balzac

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I'm not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you've felt that way.”
― Charles Bukowski

I have posted this previously, but it is always worth a second read...

  Invictus

Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the Pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be 
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
 Under the bludgeonings of chance 
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years 
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate, 
How charged with punishments the scroll. 
I am the master of my fate: 
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley

Always remember this, bitches...

The price of freedom is the willingness to do sudden battle, anywhere, any time and with utter recklessness.  - Robert A. Heinlein 

It's preferable to die on your feet than to live on your knees.

PSYCHOPATH; def.:  A psychopath is an individual who has blatant disregard for behavior and principles. Psychopaths feed off of other's fear and actually get a thrill out of being cruel.

I'll repost this from 2012...

“Who are you to judge the life I live?
I know I'm not perfect
-and I don't live to be-
but before you start pointing fingers...
make sure your hands are clean!”

― Bob Marley

Some cunt is going back years in this blog and reading posts.  Just got a hit on a post dated Sept. 11, 2015 about a sniveling perp thief neighbor who commonly burglarized me.  I said I was gonna shoot the slimeball if I ever got the chance.  Of course, I would have had to either catch him stalking me or catch him in my house to shoot him legally. The laws in Florida are very explicit about aggravated stalking and burglary. Sadly for me and lucky for him, I never had the chance.

He stole an Aimpoint red dot sight and several expensive pistol magazines.  I called the cops and reported the thefts, which did absolutely no good, but I wanted to get the burglary on record.  Just pissing into the wind.

The beat goes on...

Every  time I leave this house I have a bullseye painted on my back. Every time.  But I am accustomed to it.

Tonight I drove into town around midnight to Walmart for milk, cokes, croissants and beer. As I stood in the checkout line with another old dog ahead of me, I spied an ugly fat fuck with his blubberous gut hanging over his belt buckle dressed in a red T-shirt about 20 feet to my right rear fucking around with two bottled drinks in his left hand and circling a sun glass display. Sunglasses? At fucking midnight? They don't get any dumber than that!

Stalker!

I locked eyes with the shitsack and gave him my "Do you wanna die tonight?" stare. He immediately dropped his glance, got the message and slunk off. Stupid, fat, dumbassed low-rent Helena Montana fucktard!  There's a surplus of these shitbirds around here, for rent.  Cheap. White trash!  Too stupid to live!

Had he approached me with hostility, I would have opened his guts or his throat or his abdominal aorta like a Zip Loc bag! He made a wise decision!

No quarter asked; none given.  I truly do not give a fuck if I live or die!

It has been one hell of a run since I began so many lifetimes ago as a small town kid in Alabama. I have logged millions of miles beneath my keel.

Yes, I have regrets. More than I can count. But I have also logged my triumphs and successes.

No problem!

As God wills it!

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!

So very true...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHG2oizTlpY

Well, I didn't die in my sleep, obviously.  One cup of coffee and they're hitting me again, hard.

I hope that I can eat today.

This is defnitley worth a read...

https://newswithviews.com/our-orwellian-hole/

PACTS, (Derrick Robinson), recently sent me an email newsletter talking about the major mistake some fool made by releasing that file on electronic mind control that I posted in two different forms earlier today and yesterday.  Seems it is making the rounds in the TI community and on the Net.

The word in getting out, but you can bet your last coin in your local currency that the shills in the mainstream media will not touch that story, which is huge!  Their handlers would not appreciate it at all!

Gee. Go figger!

Man, I am getting the Havana Diplomat treatment full bore.  They've obviously finally decided to kill me. These brutal, mind-bending attacks which threaten my mortal life, accompanied by at least a dozen life insurance spam pitches I've received during the past two weeks, leave me with no doubt.

I am showing all the symptoms but TBI, but that is also likely.  I haven't been tested for it.  Why bother.

I have zero appetite. I have to almost force-feed myself.

They hate me because I call them what they are:  psychotic, baby-raping murderers and torturers.  And I do not fear them, nor do I fear death.

I just worry about leaving my lady in Europe and my beloved old dog.  If I die up here alone in the hills, my dog will likely starve to death, because my "family" has abandoned me, never checks to see if I am still breathing, and I have absolutely no doubt that my cowardly, ambitious son in law is corresponding with the snails and participating in the attacks, although likely indirectly.  He simply knows things that he could not know were he not directly involved, and he is terminally hubristic and simply cannot keep his mouth shut.

So if I suddenly disappear, it's been fun.  I hope I have helped some of you TI's out there to hang on a little longer.

I trust in Jesus and God, who have performed miracles for me all my life.

I will go willingly.

Perhaps, on the other side, I will finally find peace.

Love is eternal.

Here it is again, but this report includes greater detail.

Your shit's in the wind, snailscum!

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-5638069/Government-accidentally-sends-strange-conspiracy-theory-file-describing-remote-mind-control.html

By the way, the term "conspiracy theory" was created by CIA during the 60's and fed to their pet "journalists" in the mass media to be used when one of their fuckups, such as this file being published, occurred.

Odds are, any time you hear the term, the event or events described in the story are highly likely to be true!

I am certain many of you will appreciate this.  I got it purely by accident off an Alex Jones email.

Hey snailscum, your shit's slowly being illuminated by the light of day...

Enjoy...

https://www.infowars.com/government-leaks-file-describing-remote-mind-control-forced-memory-blanking/

You will notice the article mentions intermittent induced itching. I have been hit with that for several years.  Itching and burning, usually, as the article mentions, in relatively inaccessible spots.

Additionally, induced sneezing, which isn't mentioned in the post. I've had this for at least four years.  I always sneeze twice, never more nor less, also usually at inconvenient moments.

Knowledge is power.

My neighbors are widely scattered up here in the foothills.  I only know one.  But I have noticed aberrant behavior from two more recently.

About a week ago I was walking my dog up the access road, about a mile of dirt, and one guy was standing in his front door, just staring at us.  I should have called the fucker out, but I just let it go.

Then, an hour or so ago, I stopped by the mailboxes on my way home from town, which are located a mile down the road from my place. Another neighbor pulled in, a female.  We both left our cars simultaneously.  Normally, people around here are quite friendly. She barely glanced at me as I allowed her to proceed ahead of me to her box.  Very unusual.

It is beyond obvious to me that Fedscum have been prowling around in their usual slimy fashion, talking to my neighbors about me.

So I expect the other shoe to drop at any time.

During  the past two days, I have acquired four new, small burns on the back of my left hand and another small one on my right forearm.  I suppose the snails think they are too small to photograph and post, but they are wrong.  So tomorrow, if I think about it, I will shoot them and post the pics.

Last few weeks, the snails have been spamming me with life insurance solicitations. I take that as a direct threat against my life. I just stow them in the spam locker.  If these sniveling bitches think I fear death, they haven't been paying attention.  She and I are lifelong traveling companions.

I'm 75. I suffered three mini-strokes in one month well over three years ago. The doc told me I wouldn't last more than two years.  So far, I've made a liar of her. I can drop over any day.   Fuck 'em!

But snails lack any semblance of intellect. IOW, they're stupid!

LMAO!

Fuck it.  Back to bed.

Never ever quit!

Seven hits from Romania today. VPN?  Very likely.

So far during Google's day on this blog, I have received 24 hits on my posts from the States alone. To call that unusual would be an understatement.  Seems as if I have some secret fans who are no longer secret...

It has been a mystery to me for over two decades how I have managed to last this long.  Odds were, I should have taken it in long before now.

Only God knows.  I certainly don't.

I've been planning on leaving this sub-Arctic climate for warmer climes in a couple of weeks. My gut, however, informs me that will soon become impossible.  Odds are, I won't make it.

I am very tired after 35 years of these merciless attacks. As I've previously mentioned, I am 75 and not in the best of shape.

Each time I go to sleep, I ask God to watch over my sweet old dog in the event that I will not wake up.

I am very tired. It has been a very long war.

I can drop dead any time.

No fear.

Just got six hits almost instantaneously on the post I made that appears immediately before this one.  Guess the Feebs are fans.  Go figger.

I must have angered them by telling them that I know what they are doing, but I have for quite some time now.  Months, actually.

When one has been hunted like a deer on opening day for 35 years by the snails, one develops certain abilities to almost immediately analyze a situation.  Nuance is the key.

(Now, the hit count on the aforementioned post is up to 13.)

I am far from being stupid, or even approaching stupidity. Others, however, are.

Feebs are crawling all over my old ass and they occasionally stick out like a hard-on in a convent.

Sad.

Their leaning curve is often quite shallow.

So we will see what tomorrow brings.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zf2aIVKp1OY

The snails are still busily trying to starve me to death, but I am eating and will continue to do so.

How can one categorize such evil as this slime is capable of? It's impossible.  All I know is that each and every one should be put down hard like the rabid scum they are! To nominate these reptilian creatures as members of the human race is a gross exaggeration! They are things spewed directly from Satan's asshole to pollute and create terror in the world of normal people.

And, make no mistake! When they finally cross over as do we all, their welcomes will be fitting for the horrors they have created during their lives!

They are slowly killing me, attempting to starve me to death by negating my appetite.

My lady returned to Europe in the middle of March and was feeding me very well.  Since she has departed, I can barely eat.

And, get this: On my email earlier today, I had 11 sequential emails advertising a weight loss program! Nothing could be more blatant than that!

I will fight!

I will never ever quit!

An excellent read... the late Stanley Kubrick was one of US!

http://charlesfrith.blogspot.co.uk/2011/06/shining-kubricks-autobiographical.html

As I sit here in front of my monitor trying to relax, I find it almost impossible.  I am being hit, and hit hard!

I must consciously and constantly force myself to overcome the attacks against every muscle in my body, designed to force me into total exhaustion.

As I type this, I find my shoulders slowly beginning to rise and hunch tightly just below my neck. My forearms tingle. I get hit with momentary headaches.

THESE are the psycopathological crimes that I am constantly subjected to during every waking moment.

I am planning to leave this frozen shithole for warmer climes. The snails are well aware of it and are impeding my efforts in every way imaginable.

But, I will persist! These sons of motherless whores may kill me, but they will not defeat me!

I will never, ever quit until I am dead!

"For I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep!"

I am very weak and sick.  Don't know if it's the DEW hits or something organic, or both, but at 75, anything can happen. I have outlived my father by a year.

I have absorbed a real beating over the decades.  I have been under DEW attack constantly since around 1999 and they have taken their toll. Skydiving and sailing injuries have added to the mix.

So the way things look, I may croak before the Feebs can nail my ass.

I would hate to abandon my beloved lady and my loving old dog, but I have always accepted God's will and I have no complaints.

As God wills it.

We need you now, desperately!

As a long dead friend was fond of saying, "Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're NOT out to get you!!"

Beautiful day here. Took my old dog for a long walk up the drive to the main road at the top of the hill.  A turnout is located about 30 meters before reaching my driveway entrance. Stopping there provides a clear, unobstructed view of the house. I saw two fresh sets of vehicle tracks, one with a deep tread mark, had pulled in, stopped, and then did 180 degree turns back down the road. So the surveillance intensifies.

The lions are circling this old duggaboy and are closing in.

This is definitely worth a read! Craig "Sawman" Sawyer and the expose` of high level pedophiles in America.

http://antimedianews.com/2017/07/28/navy-seal-releases-evidence-chris-cornell-died-of-head-trauma-strangulation-counter-current-news/amp/?__twitter_impression=true

My stats show that I have received 14 hits today from South Korea alone. In the past several weeks, I have gotten so many more. This, of course, is likely another VPN at work, just as the Romanian hits were.  After I said that I believed the Romanian hits were via a VPN, they immediately ceased.

So we will see...

They're coming.  Soon. Am under heavy surveillance. A cloudy sky in Florida in July always means rain. The clouds are gathering. The rain is about to fall.

The shit is about to hit the fan.

It hasn't been fun writing this, but I felt and still feel that is necessary.

Good luck to all my fellow TI's and death to the enemies of freedom and free speech!

Hell awaits!

The Feebs are going back into my former lives as long as 40 years ago looking for something to destroy me with. They may find it. That was a long time ago.  I don't know the law, but what I do know is that I tried to call a guy I knew in the early 80's to see if he is still alive and his number is blocked.  I can't reach him, nor do I want to. I simply called out of curiosity because so many others I knew from those days are dead. It appears that he is still alive.  He is also a cunt, but that's neither here nor there...

Now here's the kicker... I attempted to call him again. Same call block in place and suddenly my loving old dog let out a yelp of pain! She took an intense DEW hit and flinched noticeably when it happened. I have seen this before when they killed my two cats by pushing them off their food when I was living in Florida.  That is undeniable PROOF that the scumbags don't want me to talk to this cunt in order to convince me not to call the fucker back!

When I lived in Florida, I had a nigger in a Ford F-150 staking out my house every night. One night, I pulled onto my street and saw the rear of his truck.  He saw me coming and took off. So I got on his ass and chased him all over the neighborhood. I drove sports cars and Benzes for years and I am an excellent driver. There was no way a nigger in a pickup, particularly since I was driving an identical vehicle, could escape.

So I finally ran him to ground.

He initially hid for a couple of minutes behind a small, two-story black-occupied apartment building and then drove out on the berm in front of the building and got out of his truck with his arms crossed, his hands not visible.  So I drew my Colt .45 auto and aimed at his head.

In Florida, aggravated stalking is a forcible felony, right up there with murder, rape, armed robbery, etc, allowing the application of deadly force by a legally armed citizen, which I was.  I could have shot the bastard and the law would have supported me.

He stood there talking his ghetto shit for about four or five minutes, never showing his hands. I figured he'd dropped his partner off who was hiding in the bushes at the end of the building and who very likely had me cross-haired.  I told him to stay the fuck away from me or there would be hell to pay! For him!

Shortly thereafter, they began zapping my two cats, both rescues, pushing them off their food.  I put one down and the other one ran away. A couple of weeks later, a neighbor found the little female on the very edge of starvation.  It was too late for sweet little Scooter.  She died, a victim of nigger-loving snails!  Looking back years later, I should have just blown the nigger's head off. What's one piece of ghetto trash more or less... They breed like rats!

So the blatantly obvious conclusion is that the Fedscum and the snails are asshole buddies, as if there were ever any doubt! Wonder who catching? Fedscum? More than likely...

I'm 75 years old, 76 in October, if I live. I have led a good life. Never killed anyone regardless of a few intense provocations, including the one mentioned above.  Never betrayed anyone, yet having been betrayed multiple times myself, even by my own family. The way I'm feeling, I won't last much longer. All that concerns me are my beloved lady in Germany and my beloved dog who is with me here, 89 pounds of pure, devoted love. There is no love like a dog's love.

I would prefer to die a free man, free as I have always lived.

I jumped in the their shit, justifiably, several months ago, on this and other fora and I poked the old bull.  I was angry when they, who work only for the elitists, descended on me for a casual remark I made on Twitter about Soros, or so it seems, anyway. That is the only thing I can possibly think of. The cunts never interviewed me, just everyone else in my life.

They are the scum of the earth, controlled totally by the Deep State psychotics, so anything can happen.  Many of the minions, it may be likely assumed, are also psychotics.

I am permanently disabled, half blind and 2/3 deaf. I have no idea what they want, nor do I care. If they are coming, then fucking come! I am sick of the stupid games!

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!