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Stalking: Convicted for a Fantasy



Stalker Cop Found Guilty in Cannibal Case


When does a virtual crime, contemplated in Internet chat rooms, become an actual crime?

"...prosecutors argued that the officer took actual steps to further his plot, like conducting surveillance of potential victims."

Sound familiar? It should. This entire blog is based on one man's actual steps he took to "further his plot". Don Stovner took great pains to position himself within my life "like conducting surveillance" of my work place schedule and home routines.

Just like Gilberto Valle, Don Stovner reached back in time nearly 20 years, to stalk a woman. The difference is that the police got to Gilberto, because the people around his victim immediately took action.  

Now aren't you Gentlemen glad I have chosen to dismantle your careers,  marriages, and families, and didn't go running to the police?

Oh... you didn't know.... here:


April 16, 2013 
New Arrests From Cannibal Cop’s Social Network Include Former Stuyvesant High Librarian

So, technically, I am doing you a favor.  These guys are getting sent to prison for Life just for talking about what you idiots actually carried out.

The new arrests are of the men Gilberto Valle talked to, planned with and meticulously discussed the Stalking. So, you think when I publish your names the entire world around you isn't going to think you are stalking women as well?

You know, maybe there really is tangible evidence linking Don Stovner to my grandparents, my family, my work.
Sure, there could be.
But in four years it hasn't materialized.
Not a single piece of  evidence that can be verified. At least, not a single person is willing to stand up and say "yea, that was me in 1991", or "hey I was there in 1976". Nope, not a single solitary person has stood up in four long years.

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