Not a word from my dear friend, Stalked in Oklahoma for over three weeks.  I am deeply concerned.

Her husband is on his slow, agonizing way out from prostate cancer and, loyal soldier that she is, she is sticking by him until the end.  He doesn't deserve her, but she is a loyal wife until the end.

So if you read this, please contact me.  I am deeply concerned for your safety.  If something happens to you, no one is there to notify me.  Just silence.  Your recent silence deeply concerns me.

Hey! Nobody ever told you life is fair, did they?

If so, they lied!

Never quit! Never, ever quit!

After the previous post, I expect to be killed at any time, day or night.  Cathy O'Brien long ago exposed Bush for who and what he really is, but tugging on the bull's tail as I did can often result in receiving a horn in your guts. It really makes no difference, anyway.  I can feel the life slowly ebbing from my body as I sit here, bombarded by hostile electrons.  Death will be a welcome relief from 35 years of torture.

As God wills it.

May my beloved God watch over all of you who are tormented by these spawns of Satan.

Never quit.  Never, ever quit!

I'll turn 75 in October if I make it.  Tonight, I'm giving myself perhaps a 50/50 chance that I will, if that. Perhaps 60/40 against.  It has been a very interesting life and, as someone who was a much better writer than me said, everyone owes God a death.

As I've previously mentioned, it has been a long war which began in August, 1982, when I ran up against GHWB's nationwide cocaine smuggling operation.  The VP's South Florida Drug Task Force was created by him to stop the flow of cocaine into South Florida.

My educated guess is that Bush created that shithouse outfit in order to stifle the competition he was getting from the little guys, because, after all, the Bush family's generational greed is legendary, and, since, according to Cathy O'Brien, (check out her videos on You Tube), Bush, which many of you may know was formerly the head of CIA and ran Reagan like a docile marionette, was one of the biggest blow smugglers in North America during cocaine's heyday in the 80's.

We made fools of that South Florida operation by returning from our intended mission sans dope. The reason for this was that the cocky little nigger who was in charge of catching us was as stupid as the Merrill Lynch bull statue in Manhattan and his boys gave the game away from Square One.

As we were finally cut loose, after having been very dramatically arrested at Miami International Airport about midnight, I laughed at the little arrogant, ignorant affirmative-action nigger as my lawyer led us outside to freedom.

From that night until the present evening, I have been a TI.

That is a very brief thumbnail sketch about how I have arrived at my final destination here in Montana, 3000 miles from my beloved Florida with it's beaches, oceans, coral reefs, cattle ranches and incredibly beautiful skies.  IOW, Montana, for this old Florida war dog, TRULY SUCKS!

And what truly pisses me off the most is it appears that the evil old pedophile and drug lord GHWB will very likely outlive me! Life just ain't fair!  LMAO!!

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!

I haven't!

I won't!

I have been undergoing a very interesting experience since my GF arrived from Germany.

Prior to her arrival, I and my beloved dog were isolated and alone, living in the Rocky Mountain foothills in western Montana.  Her arrival has broken that chain of isolation, even for the short and rapidly diminishing time she will spend with us.  She is delightful and, if she is in fact a Trojan Horse ploy, it is a good one, and it has been an enjoyable experience.  So we will see.

I was warned prior to her arrival by an extremely knowledgeable friend that the jackals would mount fierce and relentless attacks against me in an attempt, so far fruitless, to interrupt any enjoyment I may receive from her visit.  Epic fail!

The battle, which will have begun 35 years ago next month, of course continues.  I will not waver in my determination to prevent the jackals from overwhelming me by whatever nefarious methods they have in their repertoire and I will continue my decades-long determination to take this war unyielding to my grave.  Hopefully, I will cross over and attain peace, which, as many of you know, is a very rare commodity in the life of a TI.

I cannot, however, say the same for the jackals when they cross, as they inevitably will. Through a lifetime of personal knowledge, I know that terrorists, torturers, suicides, psychopaths and pedophiles do not fare well on the other side.

Hell is not hot.  It is icy cold and utterly black. Total isolation awaits them and they will never see the light, nor another single soul, for all eternity.

In other words, so far, so good.

Never quit.  Never, ever quit.

May God bestow His blessings and incomprehensible love upon all my fellow tormented souls.

Go in peace.

Ever since my GF arrived, the jackals have been all over me like a cheap suit. Constantly hacked, browser disabled multiple times each day, Net access repeatedly blocked, phone disabled, and so on and so forth.  Fuck 'em!  I'll press on while they fuck their ten year-olds!  LMAO!!

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!

Among we TI's, the scaly dragon depression always lurks, always prepared to strike the unwary.  We often feel terribly alone and isolated, which is precisely what the jackals seek.  To isolate us and destroy us psychologically and physically, as well.

They seek to torment us to the degree where we will either take our own lives or the life or lives of others.

They use paid mercenaries to stalk us, hoping that we will break, react, and kill one out of our repressed fury so that we may then be locked away forever and tortured even further.

Don't fall for it!  The mercenaries are simple cannon fodder, being set up as targets, and have no idea of the actual role they have been assigned to play, which is, of course, to die.

So press on.  It is often extremely difficult to maintain our sanity, but we must if we are to defeat and frustrate these Satanists, pedophiles, torturers and murderers.

Refuse to play your assigned roles as victims.  Fight back with every tiny bit of strength you can summon from the depths of your very souls, and always remember that God, or whomever you name Him, is watching.  One day, perhaps tonight or tomorrow or 40 years or more from now, we will find peace.  Love is eternal. Evil is not.

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!

“Never give in–never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.”
– Winston Churchill

With all the hate and revenge-seeking by soulless, vengeful people, I am still blessed at my age to have again found love. Love is the force, the God-force for want of a better name, that will shepard us all through life.

My utterly delightful lady is here from Germany and we are truly enjoying each other.  My big, tormented dog Gemma has never experienced so much love in her entire life.  She is absolutely delighted that my lady is here.

With all the Sadistic evil directed at me, I am still thoroughly enjoying myself.  It has been at least 30 years since I have had a woman close to me.  Last couple of times were disasters.  This time things are progressing well.

So we will see.

Never quit!  Never, ever quit!

I finally connected with Stalked in Oklahoma, a true soul warrior.  I had feared that the jackals had finally killed her again, this time permanently.

A few years ago, she "died" and crossed over, but was sent back. Her story of her experiences coincide precisely with others who have made the trip and returned.

One thing she assures me of is that the jackals will receive a very unpleasant surprise when they transition. I have heard that from another voyager.

I have previously mentioned that in September, 1966 at the tender age of 22, I had a near-death experience, but did not fully transition.  It was the most peaceful, relaxing experience of my long life. That night in a Bahamas clinic, I lost all fear of death.

So my tormented friends out there, do not fear. We all "die." I am almost looking forward to passing over because, hopefully, I will finally find peace.  This war has lasted for 35 years next month. That's a long war in anyone's book.

I am absolutely thrilled to learn that my fellow soul warrior is still here with me.

Prayer works.

(A note to the jackals...hell will be unlike anything you have ever imagined.  Hell is not hot.  It is icily cold, totally black, and utterly lonely.  Have fun.)