Vikki tells me she is not dead yet.  Only heading that way, as are we all.  She is married to a totally psychotic bastard and should have him committed, but if she does, she will be destitute. I worry about her constantly.

If I had the money, I would drive to her location and bring her out of that hellhole, at gunpoint if necessary. But I don't.

Or I would lay up at 800 yards and stick a 7mm 168 grain Berger into that asshole husband of hers.

Ahhhh, dreams.

Saturday night.  Stalker night.  I drove to Walmart for food and beer.  No stalkers in sight.  No one flashing their lights at me, no one tooting their horns at me.  I carried two pistols and a knife, a big knife.  I was ready to kill Christian fundamentalists, as I am every time I leave my house.

They love Jesus so much?  I will arrange the introduction.  But nobody showed.  I met a few nice people and had a good evening.  My good dog traveled with me and guarded my truck when I was gone.  I have grown to love her.  It has been a difficult journey these past two and a half years, but she is coming out of the darkness that she lived in for the first four years of her life.

Love makes a difference.  I am hunted, but I am still capable of love.  They can never take that away from me.

Fucking dumbass Feds.  If they had half a brain, they would have caught me all those years ago.  But they failed. Repeatedly.  They are fools.

About a year ago, I'm driving down a dark highway late at night, and this Ford sedan pulls out of a blind entrance and starts to tag me.  No other cars on the highway.  The car paced me, as they had been taught to do in Fed school.  So I watched them for a couple of miles, and then slowed and fell in behind them and tagged them through two traffic lights. I am from Miami, and I have seen this shit before. They got nervous and pulled into a lighted convenience store parking lot and stopped.  I should have immediately opened fire on them, but I let the dumb bastards live.  Scared the shit out of them. Looking back, I should have killed them. Should have unlimbered my AR 15 and blown their shit away. They are lucky to be alive.

So what happened next?  They broke into my house when I was gone and looted the place.  They stole ammunition and my firearms records from a file.  Petty, totally pathetic little cunts. They don't play by their own rules.  They are criminals, bigger criminals than I ever was.  The United States has become a criminal empire, run by renegade Federal agents and sold-out politicians.  They are total scum. DEA, FBI, DHS. Politicians. All are scum.  We are headed for a civil war and I will kill as many as I can.

Bunch of total cunts.

Vikki is dying.  It grieves me deeply.  Stalked In Oklahoma is no more.  Her heart is failing and I don't have the money to get to her to help her.  Drives me nuts, but there is nothing I can do about it, so I live with it.  Barely.  She is almost gone.  Wish her well. Pray for her.

Scumbag across the street stole a pistol from me.  The idea of killing him is almost overpowering, but I restrain myself.  They would love it if I did.  He's just mercenary cannon fodder, but the bastard is afraid of me and won't come out of his house in the daylight.  He's a coward, like they all are.  There is a special corner of hell reserved for these animals.

As I sit here alone in front of my monitor. the thought often runs through my head as to how that miserable bastard across the street from me, the burglar, lives with himself.  But he is a criminal in the employ of the government and has no conscience.  He hides in his house all day and only comes out in his car for an early morning meeting with his handlers.  I have named him The Turtle.

The Feds seek out psychopaths to employ in different situations, and a lot of Feds, particularly many US Customs officers, are psychopaths. I have encountered many during my travels, crossing the border as I once did so very often.

The only defense against them is to ridicule them in front of their associates.  I discovered that this is very effective.  When they start up with their bullshit routine, I looked for a weak spot in their diatribe and concentrated on it.  I have left more than one hanging on the ropes, getting laughed at by their comrades.  It was a very satisfying experience.

I uniformly hated those Customs bastards and still do, and they hated me, because they never could catch me when I was smuggling weed and blow out of Colombia.  That's why I am in this program.  Some little arrogant affirmative action nigger in Miami thought he had us cold, but we were onto them from the very beginning, because intellect is not one of their strong points.  We fucked them over as a way of life and made a lot of money in the process. This punk burr-head ended up looking like a total fool, which he was. I utterly despise them to this very day.

I look back on those wild, incredible years and often wonder how I survived.  I guess I must have been better at my job than they were at theirs.

But they are an unforgiving bunch of clowns, and attack those they cannot arrest, as they have been attacking me for the past 35 years.  What a bunch of pitiful cunts! Nothing but a bunch of total losers. Just like the guy across the street.  He steals kitchen utensils from a 72 year old man.  He must feel like a great American. What he actually is is a great American asshole.  And a target for a fusillade of 5.56's.

Fuck 'em!

Just hit me again recently.  I bought a bottle of good Venezuelan rum and was looking for a water glass to drink some from.  I had three water glasses.  Now, I have one.  The cunt stole the other two.  As I have previously stated, it's the death of a thousand cuts.  But they have chosen a fierce opponent in me.  I will do what I must to neutralize this bitch.  His very life hangs in the balance.  They're trying to drive me into a homicidal rage, but they will fail.

I am as cold and calculating as a mamba on the prowl for rats.  I will not allow them to force my hand.  Yeah, it's a lonely life, but I am very disciplined and it is that self-discipline they seek to destroy.

They will fail.

It is a lonely world for those of us who walk alone against the forces of darkness, but with a good .45 on one's hip, they can be discouraged, as well as having an AR 15 by one's thigh.  We, also, can strike fear into their black hearts, for although they worship Satan, they have no desire to meet him in their immediate future.

Hell awaits them.

Remember that.

Guns matter.

Use them if the opportunity arises.

I will.

I am beyond sick of you motherfuckers who constantly stalk, burglarize and harass me.  Trust me when I say this:  Your very lives are in my hands.  I will kill you on sight, mercilessly. If I see you, I will kill you, with a smile on my face.  And piss on your corpses.

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He just stole a spatula.  He has, as I have previously mentioned, stolen two paring knives and a pair of kitchen shears.  And now he recently stolen a spatula.  He is concentrating on my kitchen.

His entire program, run by psychotic psychologists, is designed to generate a feeling of helplessness.

But if he walks outside, I will blow his fucking brains all over his brickwork.  He is a devout, practicing coward, who will become the eventual reason for his own death.

I guess I should spend more time sitting in my garage with a beer and a cigar and my AR and wait for him to appear.

The only thing one may do to survive an environment filled with cobras is to kill them.

I advise you to do the same.

The scumbag who lives across the street from me and still commits petty thefts, such as stealing two paring knives and a pair of kitchen shears.

I often talk to him on the house bugs. The turtle.  He is afraid to show himself, because he has learned that actions have consequences.

He tampered with my electronic sight on my AR 15, so I have replaced it with the iron sights.  Hell, at 71 yards, laser ranged, I don't need sights.  I will just point and shoot.  With thirty rounds, I'll eventually hit him, whether or not he has tampered with the elevation or windage adjustments on my irons.  He is a fucked duck.  I doubt if, when his masters hired him, he thought things would turn out this way.

He is a sneak thief and a burglar.  The scum of the earth. That profession often has fatal consequences.  I just fervently hope I catch the worthless bastard in my house.