A STRANGER OBSESSION

I am not backing down. In fact this Holiday Season I am taking actions to ensure everyone understands just how stubbornly I am digging in. You will prosecute my Stalker, you will bring him up on charges related to the unauthorized access of Classified Military Documents. And if you push me hard enough, ignore me long enough, I will start hitting my targets on my way to tracking down 1 in 125 Analysts who shared my Personally Identifiable Information with Don Stovner. I will make such a mess of things, you will pray for a Judge to intervene. Right now, there isn't a Judge, Attorney, Statesman or Military man who will touch this case. Between the Slut Shaming the Sex-capades, the implied Pedophilia and of course the Military Sexual Assault, any man with half a brain is distancing himself from this case. Let's see, we've cycled through local Law Enforcement, the Sheriff of at least 3 Counties in 2 States. We've burned through the FBI, the CIA and the US Air Force O

Oh Little Haxor Boi, your fly is open. I post to LinkedIn and you re-direct to UPS. I link to youtube and you issue a DDOS. Very nice. Just to be crystal clear - this blog isn't coming down until Don Stovner, Steve Daggett and Carole Stovner Krieg are criminally prosecuted. The petty little fines handed down by the Civil Court are no longer acceptable. The time for peaceful negotiation has long past and I'm not interested in some insulting pay off. Oh, but the prospect of having this much power while The Men With the Hairless Dogs and the Keystone Kops drag their feet on "forensics" is completely intoxicating. Which sites shall we take down next? Tell you what, I'll think about it over the weekend. We shall rejoin The Game when my creative imagination selects some interesting domains.  I warn you, it is entirely possible that I come up with some challenges that your skills just can't match.  I mean, come on Honey, we have had a 12-36 hour gap since Ma

1988 – 1989:  He arrived on the Flight Line out of no where, and like me, he was not included in any of the Squadron Crew Chief Games. Ignored or Pranked were the only attention we received because I was the only woman in the Squadron and he was an F-15 Crew Chief on an F-16 Flight Line. I had started to play golf again on the Air Force Base, and I began running into him on the Range. Eventually we began playing Golf together on our days off. At some point, our Flight Line Schedules aligned and we were on the same shifts on the same days. We spent six months together. He moved from the Base Dorms to the same Mobile Home neighborhood I was living.  We would carpool to the Flight Line together in his Truck with the over sized tires. I could walk to his house from mine – so it always looked like I was at home when in reality I was hiding out with him in his bed. Turned out, the Air Force put him in a holding pattern on our Base, in my Unit, while he awaited his next orders to

The Wrong Band i think it’s perfectly clear we’re in the wrong band ginger is always sincere just not to one man she called me up and she said you know that i’m drowning it’s the dog trainer again he says that he thinks that she needs more hands i think it’s perfectly clear we’re in the wrong band senator let’s be sincere as much as we can he called her up and he said the new prosecutor soon will be wanting a word so she’s got a soft spot for heels and spurs and there’s something believin in her voice again said there’s something believin instead of just leavin and she gets her cigars from the sweet fat man i think it’s perfectly clear we’re in the wrong band heidi says she’ll be sincere as much as she can i called her up and i said you know that i’m drowning put on your raincoat again cause even the sun’s got a price on it and there’s something believin in her voice again said there’s something believin in her voice instead of just leavin she sa