Many who are subject to the outrages call the attackers "perps."  That's too understated for me.  Perps.  We now have a nickname for reptiles.  And that is what they are.  Reptilian.  Cold blooded.  Striking from cover without warning.  And if discovered, they slither away.

I have caused them to run in fear.  To hide.  Cover their faces. Made them afraid.  That is a sweet victory.  And oh, do they get angry.  The retaliate.  They are like vampires whose skin bursts into flame at the touch of sunlight.  They fear the light.  They will use any means to achieve their ends.  Satanists.  Pedophiles.  Corruptors of the unaware.

It never ceases to amaze me how otherwise ordinary people can be quickly converted to useful idiots.  These idiots are expendable to them, like the pawns they are.

The UI's often take terrible risks.  And for what?  A new car?  A promotion at their pathetic little jobs?  These UI's are usually the dregs of society.  The ignored.  The non-respected.  Small timers who, suddenly, are given a chance to "be somebody."  By betraying a stranger.  Becoming a traitor to the human race.  They are pathetic.  And stupid and greedy.  They'll sell their miserable souls for a hunk of metal, or a few dollars which they will spend meaninglessly.  And, they're dangerous.  Never underestimate the potential treachery of a useful idiot.  They can cause you real problems.  The vicious gossip.  The rumors.  The lies.

I have several around me.  And I watch them like a hawk.  Makes them nervous.  Afraid.  We are not the only ones who can be victimized.  We can instill fear in them.  This is war.  There are, as I have previously stated, casualties in war and we do not have to be the only ones.

Watch the watchers.  Make them uneasy.  Fight back.  And never, ever quit.

Ya know, I'm not writing this trying to convince anyone of anything.  I guess if it helps just one tormented individual get through the day psychologically and/or physically intact, I have done my job.

I didn't ask to play this game, but I have learned during my 69 years you have to play the hand you're dealt.

I have suffered severe blows throughout my life, but I'm still standing after some fairly cunning, devious, crafty and unquestionably evil professional psychotics have lined up to take me down.  They still may succeed.  But if it happens, it won't be from lack of effort to survive on my part.

Our greatest enemy is being afraid.  A very notable warrior of the current era commented on being afraid.  He said something like being afraid is debilitating, but fear itself sharpens your instincts.  Your survival instincts.  Fear gives you the edge to fight.  Being afraid can overwhelm you if you allow it to, and you, regardless of evidence to the contrary and the erroneous judgements of others, are in control of your mind.  If you lose that control, you become helpless and therefore much more vulnerable to the attacks, which will then intensify, in my experience.  They seek to achieve the goal of making us constantly afraid. To bend us to their psychotic will. So don't succumb.  Use your fear to fight, in whatever small way you can, and build on that. Any small victory diminishes them.  Only when I stopped being afraid, when I refused any longer to succumb to the often hellish machinations that are regularly directed at us, did I begin to gain ground against my tormentors.

The odds against us are formidable.  Our suffering will only be relieved by death.  But self-immolation is the realm of the weak.

We are legion.  Never forget that you are not alone.

This is a war.  There is no reason for us to take all the casualties.  Work to make them afraid of you.  Dig deep down inside yourself and retrieve that primal urge that has sustained our soft-skinned species against the predators for a thousand millennia.  For that is what they are:  predators.  They prey on women and children, on old people, on small, helpless animals that we love, on anyone who they sense to be vulnerable and yet, often exceptional.  They attack those who march to the beat of a different drummer, those that don't quite fit in.

So hold that beat. Sometimes, it will disappear into the background noise, but it is always there. Don't allow their campaign of terror to diminish it, and, therefore, you.  Never quit.

All I can say is, beware of Greeks bearing gifts.

Nothing is ever as it seems.

Disinformation, misdirection and obfuscation are high on the list of weapons used against you, and meanwhile, the actual program is progressing.

Two-pronged attacks are common. And occasionally concurrent three-pronged or even more.

There's an old saying: "If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit."  Truer words were never spoken.

Supposedly, the definition of insanity is repeating the same behavior and expecting different results.  I am always amazed that the doctrinaire stupidity of my adversaries.  It is quite entertaining and I have learned exactly how to react.  Besides Netflix videos and good books, it's the only entertainment I get anymore.

They're still trying to wear me down.  Well, fuck them.  Never quit!

From what I can ascertain from other individuals and my own perceptions and experiences, the goal of this program is to isolate and impoverish and cause the target to self-destruct or commit a violent crime, both of course, leading to the target's inevitable demise.

Trusted friends are often compromised and are turned against you.  This can either result in a benign or active betrayal, but a betrayal nevertheless.  This only increases the target's isolation, both physical and psychological.

This is difficult to overcome.  It leads to an inherent distrust of everyone, which can be quite psychologically debilitating.  It takes great strength to shrug off these betrayals and they should come as no surprise to any target, once it has occurred a few times. 

Promises are broken and lame and often transparent excuses are proffered. 

False friends enter the scene through a casual introduction or apparent happenstance.

One common thread I have experienced is total strangers offering multiple gifts.  This can be flattering, but this approach has been directed at me several times and it seems to be doctrinaire. When someone gives me a gift, I automatically enter a cautionary mode and go on high alert.

The targets' understandable  desire to alleviate their isolation will often cause the new "friend" to become accepted and occasionally treated as a confidant.

After this continues for a suitable period, the "friend" begins to ask questions of an exploratory nature, personal questions pertaining to childhood experiences, political leanings, personal beliefs, or relationships one may have had, as some, but of course not all, examples.  These questions are invariably out of the heretofore normal context of the newly established relationship.

At the very first question, the target should immediately discontinue all contact with this individual to preserve what little privacy one may still retain.

When this happens to me, I will examine it and initially recoil from it, and that "here we go again" feeling arrives with a bang.

So I consider it, fight the sense of loss and betrayal it initially creates, sit back, take a careful inventory of any information the "friend" has gleaned, light up a good cigar, and add it to a long list of lessons learned.

I have found, though not a religious man, but one with strong spiritual faith in my higher power, that reading some of King David's psalms helps me quite a bit and helps me retain faith in myself.

I have a motto that I live by.  "If there is any doubt, there is no doubt."

Trust your gut.  Follow your instincts.  It is a lonely world we inhabit, filled with treachery and deceit.  But there is also great beauty around us.  I draw strength and solace from that beauty.  I will prevail.

Interesting street theater the other night.  Some white trash sleazebag began doing bizarre stuff in the Walmart parking lot.  He was actually funny to watch.  Haven't experienced any street theater for many months since I put the fear of God into a couple of these low-rent recruits.  I can only assume the handlers buy these pukebags for a liter of cheap whiskey or a little money and send them out to perform their little comedy act.  Little do they know they could very well end up staring at the muzzle of a 12 gauge.  But, what the hell...that's life in the trenches.  I don't worry about it and useful idiots abound.

"Once is coincidence.  Twice is happenstance.  Thrice is enemy action."

Ian Fleming

Disinformation

• It costs them little to disseminate disinformation, but you'll find it very costly.
• Disinformation spreads because it gives the recipients what they want. What you want is vindication, validation, and public acceptance. Beware information that plays on these desires.
• Are you experimenting on them and testing the boundaries of your prison? Or are they toying with you?

(Above taken off a blog.)

Matter of fact, both is happening.  I know this:  they feel fear, and when you strike fear into their pitiful hearts, they usually retaliate significantly.

A skeptical look at skepticism

• Real skepticism is great.
• A select group of public relations specialists - and a community of online bullies - have adopted the language of skepticism to get what they want. They're not sincere. Recognize them for what they are.
• Distraction and misdirection are the tools of magicians as well as intelligence agencies. The skeptic community has been put to work attacking corporate- and government- created straw men, discrediting the real issues by association; they've been played.

More thefts.  Two pair of Cabela's cargo shorts.  Getting warm here and that's all I wear in the summer.  Scumbags are trying to nickle-dime me to death.  Plus they already got several pair of white Gold Toe socks I wear with the shorts.  Cotton and cool in the heat. Fuck 'em.  They can ESAD.  And extremely painfully, I fervently hope.

BTW, any anti-gun libs out there can kiss my ass.  Florida's Stand Your Ground law keeps these scumbags from getting too close.  They have been stalking me from vehicles, with one exception (and I scared the shit out of him) for over a year. Thanks to that law for forcing them to keep their distance, and regardless of the bullshit you read in the drive-by media, that law ain't going anywhere.

Nobody's reading this damned thing so I wonder why I write it.