You Ain't Seen Me Crazy Yet

Saturday August 31 –

As we left the house, we saw a white compact car (Toyota or Camry or Honda) parked diagonally across the street, and inside was a man reading the newspaper. As we pulled out of the drive way and drove down the street, J watched the man in the rear view mirror.  He got out of the car and headed towards our driveway.  We turned around and headed back to the house. It took less than 90 seconds.  By the time we got back to the driveway, the man and the car were gone.

We got home about 2 hours later and I let the dogs out to the back yard.  There I found one of the hand painted signs along the fence hanging by 1 hook, like someone knocked it as they jumped the fence.

I'm going home, gonna load my shotgun

Wait by the door and light a cigarette

He wants a fight well now he's got one

And he ain't seen me crazy yet     

Sunday September 1 –

We were in the backyard, under the carport doing our hair so we would be ready for the wedding.  My hair was done and I had just finished applying the color to her hair when I went in the house to get us fresh drinks.  All of a sudden, she comes in and says “hey, there’s a cop in our driveway and he has the lights on”  We all ran to the window.  It was a California Highway Patrol who had pulled over a white compact car (Toyota or Camry or Honda). The white car was literally blocking our neighbor’s driveway and the CHP vehicle was blocking ours. Lights on, everything flashing.  Neighbors were all piled in their backyards chittering about the activity.

So apparently the Authorities… Law Enforcement … has finally figured out that I not only don’t trust them in this matter, but that I will kill the son of a bitch when he shows up in my living room. 

Again. 

And yes, you read that right, I said “when”.

This time I have witnesses.

This time, a whole bunch of people have to be “crazy” and “unstable”.

Must be mass hysteria, right?

Since this little incident over the weekend, I decided to up the ante, as it were.  The CHP has been nice to me. They have been there when I needed them, and while they are very good at their jobs, I am better at reading Men than they are at Patrolling.  It's when the hands shake. That is their tell, their hands tremble just slightly. It's not enough for the average person to notice, but enough for a Stalked Woman to get a clear indication that not everything is as it seems. 

So, clearly they know I have a Stalker and they are looking for the white car, someone there has read this blog and has realized that I am not playing anymore. Someone on the CHP has realized that it’s only a matter of time before I get what I want.

If you had any juice at all, 

          if Carole Stovner Krieg had any influence at all, 

                   if Don Stovner had any defense at all, 

                        this blog would have been taken down several years ago by Court Order.  

Well, the blog is still here, 4 years later. No one has the chops to go into a Court Room and demand the blog be taken down.  Because then you would have to prove I am lying. And let's be realistic - no one can get that many people to lie about a Woman they have never met.

Do you really think an IRS Consultant who has access to every tax record filed by a US Citizen can’t get a Court Order to shut me up? Of course she has the connections to get that done. She doesn’t want to get it done because then all the rest of the crap I haven’t posted (yet) will become public. She lives in the hope that maybe I will give up.  But I survived 10 years of her son stalking me. I can go on for years and years.

And then you went and got caught.

Saturday September 7  –

I caught you.

Saturday September 7, 2013, 12:30pm Pacific Time. Brute force intrusion beginning Aug 20 to today.

Trapped. 

I caught you on a Data Back Road that I almost erased. 

MOD are you out there... yes, yes you are.

This time - decide Sweet Sangria

She's been gone have you seen her 

What you Believe in

it matters now to you and me

Now, due to your antics, another man will be disgraced. He won't be able to look his wife in the eye, not directly anyway. His Kids will start to show him disrespect where they never did before. Trust me, I know how to ensure your children immediately hate you. Because it won't be through the Internet that they discover their Father is a Dirty Pervert. It will be on the School Playground, in the Hallways, right next to their lockers. It will be through the taunts of their classmates that they discover Daddy loves his Porno more than he loves his kids. That is how I will destroy your lives. Go ask Don Stovner, he will tell you all about it, in gory detail.

Since you broke into my house then used brute force to march your way into my router, another man will suffer the consequence of your actions.