I was tricked in 2011. I was so distracted by the hacking and stalking and the retrieving my belongings, I missed the signs. I needed to work and I needed money. So I took a contract that I swore I would never do, ever.
So, at this point I have reached out, I have left a trail of data, and I have set up my little triangle. I have - so far - avoided another situation like the one in 2011. Suffice it to say, I discovered the moves I was making pushed me in that direction, but at every opportunity for validation, absolutely nothing happened. I mean..... nothing.
By Summer 2011, I realized no one, absolutely no one who mattered knew about The Trick in 2011 when, during an interview, the interviewer said, "... we can't have a melt down on a remote."
Now, I have told one person the truth about what happened on that Remote. We are going to find out this week if February 2011 was ever taken seriously. Because what I signed up for, and what I found myself in were two completely different things.
Don Stovner has access, and has had access to my Military File. He spent years tracking me and in 2009, he brought all his information to the table to verify that I was in fact who I say I am. I am not concerned with what he knows or what he does/did with my hand written diaries. What has me concerned and worried is the too many things that are happening outside any connection to him.
He is not the F-15 Chief and in fact, I can say with nearly 95% certainty that I have never slept with him before. There is the off chance that his was one of the beds I may have woken up, sometime between 1990 and 1994. As I used to say "Supporting our Troops one Soldier at a time." But then again, if it was that kind of bedding, I would have had a valet ticket so I could find my car when "I sobered up." That meant the Walk of Shame - picking up my car in Last Night's Dress, feet hurting, while Mothers in Hats enjoy their Sunday Brunch. He would have no doubt fallen into the "We Might Have F**ked Once, don't recall" category One Night Stands.
He is no one of importance to my Life, not before 2009 and not after. The fact he had access to the Military Records none of my Civilian Physicians could get, absolutely enrages me. I could have had a completely life if they had known my treatment. They might have known I would have been disqualified due to the environment I was exposed to when the disease flared up, and maybe tried something different. A bunch of Frat Boy, Flight Line pranksters have my file instead. Hey thanks.
So you don't really know what tripping around in servers and on databases Don Stovner may have triggered. He absolutely has access to what I know was Classified information related to the US Air Force, specifically to me and my unit. You don't know who else looked, and you don't know who they told. And then I find my self Tricked in 2011.
When the interviewer made that snide little comment in August 2011, I realized how insidious the Trick really was. Because The Trick never made it to the digital realm. I was only relating the events in conversation with Family. I tried to turn over what I had, but I was ignored, and then The Men With the Hairless Dogs leaked all over the front of their trousers. None of you have had the Keywords, so the information is being reviewed by people who were not there and did not know Ms B'havin'.
When I left New Jersey, or rather TRIED to leave, I had to find something to do for 3 days before I could fly out. I left a data trail a mile wide, hoping you could follow. The significance of Don Stovner's access to my Military File and The Trick 2011 is very significant. Unfortunately you Bozo's are hung up on Tail Hook. Please refer to the Walk of Shame in the paragraph above.
So to the former Navy Boy who made that snide little comment in that very strange interview in the very pretty house, how dare you presume I would ever go back to the Flight Line? I used my experience and education to literally crawl my way back into a manicure and never smelling hydraulic fluid or jp-4 ever, ever again. My skill was in the Break Fix workflow. Literally Jet Broken Jet Fix, so your little server moves and technology transfers are a breeze. Servers do not explode in quite the same manner. Engineers aren't quite as brutal as the F-16 Crew Chief. They are called Dawgs for a reason. The very idea that I would entertain the idea of going back is quite the insult.
There are too many coincidences lately, and it is only validating my suspicion and worry that you are not looking at the Triangles. There are certain Keywords which indicate I am finally doing the right things. Let's just hope this time a Hotel doesn't blow up. There is a reason July 2011 happened, in exactly the way it was supposed to happen. Within days, there was a Leak. At least you tried. But to go around saying I had a melt down when twice now in the past 3 years you managed to muck it up?
You figure out a way to Prosecute Don Stovner for stalking me from 2003, before my last surgery, through revealing himself in 2009. He used the internet to do it and he has received, it not actually stolen, my handwritten diaries. He has information about me from those diaries that existed pre-digital age - they never transferred from hand written paper books to type writer or computer. It's that simple. He has specific information of about 2 remote training missions, specific to F-16 performance. Pay attention.
Regardless of what Don Stovner was actually in pursuit, he accessed servers and databases which have only recently come online or been entered from written files. I guess I Was supposed to overlook the fact he entered my Life the same year MsB'havin' was retired to Storage, right? And when he referenced specific Remote Training Missions for the F-16, I was supposed to just ignore that too? He left a digital trail and there is no way anyone can be sure who has the information. He put my life at risk, and The Men With the Hairless Dogs know exactly what I am talking about. Instead of literally following me, pay attention to and follow the Digital Trail. Pay attention to the Triangles.
And for Hacker Boi - once again you validate me. I have proved I can move faster than your pissy little IP Sniffer. Well there's that and my meticulous preservation of Security (yes, I said preservation - it is configured by Don Stovner and the only change is the password - quite the data trail indeed). You haven't breeched DDP, which is why BeachWitch is not to be found on the Highland Plains. There are a few things I won't let you steal. I won't even fire her up, just in case he left another Port Open, just like Hacker Boi's fly.
Surgery is July 29, so I suggest someone Tap in Code and come up with the right Keywords. Everything I was trained to have happen is happening. You just never trained me on what to do next. And quite frankly, if it wasn't for Don Stovner's dirty little secret and absolutely lazy habits of dragging digital toilet paper on the bottom of his show, he left a nice neat trail for the next nosy Hacker to sift through. All I know is he showed up in July 2008, has specific information about a Conference Call in 2007 - what the hell is that Timeline Insanity? I act out in the most bizarre and insane ways, and you do nothing. A Civilian is sifting through a Military Database reading the Maintenance Records of the F-16C Fighting Falcon 84-1212, just because.
It's only a matter of time before the bawdy Sex on the Flight Line stories come out. Hell, I made most of them. But when the ratio is 300-1, it's sort of assumed I had a choice. Again, refer to the "We Might Have F**ked Once, don't recall" category reference above - you get the idea. I'm sure there are seasoned professional men with families out there who wouldn't want to be associated with Sergeant Jailbait. The Men With the Hairless Dogs have all the data they need to paint the picture, they just can't stop looking at porn long enough to pay attention to the triangles.
Just to give you a clue how obvious the tail is now, you somehow dropped the ball when I got off the freeway. The fact that the next tail who picked me up proved you Boys aren't even playing on the same team. Because I am not supposed to notice home made vehicle surveillance rigging versus the sophistication of the US Military vehicle surveillance rigging? Sure thing. That only validates my suspicion since July 2009, that Don Stovner provided the gateway for someone on the other team. It happened exactly the way I was told it would happen in training, in the most heavily Surveillanced city in the United States. But you keep looking at those naked pictured of me, much more effective.
I think I have given sufficient notice. As I set out on Monday, there better be a nice smooth calm drive in my pursuit of gainful employment. A new data trap goes out tomorrow, so you have about 10 days to figure things out. The Data will ping by the end of the month, if not sooner. That Data will change the Game, and I promise you, I will know all the Players. Code Red, you're staring.
If Sugarland, TX keeps appearing in the Data Stream, there will be consequences. If you want to go back to 1981, I can take you there, but it will cost you. If we are going to make moves to the Queen, yours is in far more jeopardy. So be prepared because I paid the Bee Keeper and have ensured you won't take My Queen without equally matched Trumps to your Queen.
When I wake up on July 30, feeling healthier, there better be movement on the prosecution of Don Stovner for Stalking me from 2003 through 2009. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to start filling in Keyframes.
So, at this point I have reached out, I have left a trail of data, and I have set up my little triangle. I have - so far - avoided another situation like the one in 2011. Suffice it to say, I discovered the moves I was making pushed me in that direction, but at every opportunity for validation, absolutely nothing happened. I mean..... nothing.
By Summer 2011, I realized no one, absolutely no one who mattered knew about The Trick in 2011 when, during an interview, the interviewer said, "... we can't have a melt down on a remote."
Now, I have told one person the truth about what happened on that Remote. We are going to find out this week if February 2011 was ever taken seriously. Because what I signed up for, and what I found myself in were two completely different things.
Don Stovner has access, and has had access to my Military File. He spent years tracking me and in 2009, he brought all his information to the table to verify that I was in fact who I say I am. I am not concerned with what he knows or what he does/did with my hand written diaries. What has me concerned and worried is the too many things that are happening outside any connection to him.
He is not the F-15 Chief and in fact, I can say with nearly 95% certainty that I have never slept with him before. There is the off chance that his was one of the beds I may have woken up, sometime between 1990 and 1994. As I used to say "Supporting our Troops one Soldier at a time." But then again, if it was that kind of bedding, I would have had a valet ticket so I could find my car when "I sobered up." That meant the Walk of Shame - picking up my car in Last Night's Dress, feet hurting, while Mothers in Hats enjoy their Sunday Brunch. He would have no doubt fallen into the "We Might Have F**ked Once, don't recall" category One Night Stands.
He is no one of importance to my Life, not before 2009 and not after. The fact he had access to the Military Records none of my Civilian Physicians could get, absolutely enrages me. I could have had a completely life if they had known my treatment. They might have known I would have been disqualified due to the environment I was exposed to when the disease flared up, and maybe tried something different. A bunch of Frat Boy, Flight Line pranksters have my file instead. Hey thanks.
So you don't really know what tripping around in servers and on databases Don Stovner may have triggered. He absolutely has access to what I know was Classified information related to the US Air Force, specifically to me and my unit. You don't know who else looked, and you don't know who they told. And then I find my self Tricked in 2011.
When the interviewer made that snide little comment in August 2011, I realized how insidious the Trick really was. Because The Trick never made it to the digital realm. I was only relating the events in conversation with Family. I tried to turn over what I had, but I was ignored, and then The Men With the Hairless Dogs leaked all over the front of their trousers. None of you have had the Keywords, so the information is being reviewed by people who were not there and did not know Ms B'havin'.
When I left New Jersey, or rather TRIED to leave, I had to find something to do for 3 days before I could fly out. I left a data trail a mile wide, hoping you could follow. The significance of Don Stovner's access to my Military File and The Trick 2011 is very significant. Unfortunately you Bozo's are hung up on Tail Hook. Please refer to the Walk of Shame in the paragraph above.
So to the former Navy Boy who made that snide little comment in that very strange interview in the very pretty house, how dare you presume I would ever go back to the Flight Line? I used my experience and education to literally crawl my way back into a manicure and never smelling hydraulic fluid or jp-4 ever, ever again. My skill was in the Break Fix workflow. Literally Jet Broken Jet Fix, so your little server moves and technology transfers are a breeze. Servers do not explode in quite the same manner. Engineers aren't quite as brutal as the F-16 Crew Chief. They are called Dawgs for a reason. The very idea that I would entertain the idea of going back is quite the insult.
There are too many coincidences lately, and it is only validating my suspicion and worry that you are not looking at the Triangles. There are certain Keywords which indicate I am finally doing the right things. Let's just hope this time a Hotel doesn't blow up. There is a reason July 2011 happened, in exactly the way it was supposed to happen. Within days, there was a Leak. At least you tried. But to go around saying I had a melt down when twice now in the past 3 years you managed to muck it up?
You figure out a way to Prosecute Don Stovner for stalking me from 2003, before my last surgery, through revealing himself in 2009. He used the internet to do it and he has received, it not actually stolen, my handwritten diaries. He has information about me from those diaries that existed pre-digital age - they never transferred from hand written paper books to type writer or computer. It's that simple. He has specific information of about 2 remote training missions, specific to F-16 performance. Pay attention.
Regardless of what Don Stovner was actually in pursuit, he accessed servers and databases which have only recently come online or been entered from written files. I guess I Was supposed to overlook the fact he entered my Life the same year MsB'havin' was retired to Storage, right? And when he referenced specific Remote Training Missions for the F-16, I was supposed to just ignore that too? He left a digital trail and there is no way anyone can be sure who has the information. He put my life at risk, and The Men With the Hairless Dogs know exactly what I am talking about. Instead of literally following me, pay attention to and follow the Digital Trail. Pay attention to the Triangles.
And for Hacker Boi - once again you validate me. I have proved I can move faster than your pissy little IP Sniffer. Well there's that and my meticulous preservation of Security (yes, I said preservation - it is configured by Don Stovner and the only change is the password - quite the data trail indeed). You haven't breeched DDP, which is why BeachWitch is not to be found on the Highland Plains. There are a few things I won't let you steal. I won't even fire her up, just in case he left another Port Open, just like Hacker Boi's fly.
Surgery is July 29, so I suggest someone Tap in Code and come up with the right Keywords. Everything I was trained to have happen is happening. You just never trained me on what to do next. And quite frankly, if it wasn't for Don Stovner's dirty little secret and absolutely lazy habits of dragging digital toilet paper on the bottom of his show, he left a nice neat trail for the next nosy Hacker to sift through. All I know is he showed up in July 2008, has specific information about a Conference Call in 2007 - what the hell is that Timeline Insanity? I act out in the most bizarre and insane ways, and you do nothing. A Civilian is sifting through a Military Database reading the Maintenance Records of the F-16C Fighting Falcon 84-1212, just because.
It's only a matter of time before the bawdy Sex on the Flight Line stories come out. Hell, I made most of them. But when the ratio is 300-1, it's sort of assumed I had a choice. Again, refer to the "We Might Have F**ked Once, don't recall" category reference above - you get the idea. I'm sure there are seasoned professional men with families out there who wouldn't want to be associated with Sergeant Jailbait. The Men With the Hairless Dogs have all the data they need to paint the picture, they just can't stop looking at porn long enough to pay attention to the triangles.
Just to give you a clue how obvious the tail is now, you somehow dropped the ball when I got off the freeway. The fact that the next tail who picked me up proved you Boys aren't even playing on the same team. Because I am not supposed to notice home made vehicle surveillance rigging versus the sophistication of the US Military vehicle surveillance rigging? Sure thing. That only validates my suspicion since July 2009, that Don Stovner provided the gateway for someone on the other team. It happened exactly the way I was told it would happen in training, in the most heavily Surveillanced city in the United States. But you keep looking at those naked pictured of me, much more effective.
I think I have given sufficient notice. As I set out on Monday, there better be a nice smooth calm drive in my pursuit of gainful employment. A new data trap goes out tomorrow, so you have about 10 days to figure things out. The Data will ping by the end of the month, if not sooner. That Data will change the Game, and I promise you, I will know all the Players. Code Red, you're staring.
If Sugarland, TX keeps appearing in the Data Stream, there will be consequences. If you want to go back to 1981, I can take you there, but it will cost you. If we are going to make moves to the Queen, yours is in far more jeopardy. So be prepared because I paid the Bee Keeper and have ensured you won't take My Queen without equally matched Trumps to your Queen.
When I wake up on July 30, feeling healthier, there better be movement on the prosecution of Don Stovner for Stalking me from 2003 through 2009. Otherwise, I will have no choice but to start filling in Keyframes.
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