A STRANGER OBSESSION

I have been accused of Lacking Empathy. It has come from every direction: work, personal, Internet, Real Time. It surprises me, because I don’t feel that I have been successful in hiding my Illness at all. In fact I firmly believe my Illness has cost me several jobs over the past 10 years. It has certainly been the subject of Office Gossip and Personal Rumors. And let's be honest, the years I spent hiding my illness in order to make a living in the Corporate World is the impetus which set Steve Koenig and Ted Whiting on a personal vendetta to Slut Shame me, Terrorize me and otherwise discredit me.  But remember, *I* lack empathy. I realize that not everyone who surfs Facebook or Google Plus have run across my Story. While Endometriosis is the main story, I have remained silent about my PTSD diagnosis as the “label” just grates on me. The social stigma assigned to Veterans with PTSD is a heavy one. Besides which, I made a Promise. I promised never to speak about The Thing wh

" it was a promise that the U.S. military was making to her and she was making to the U.S. military: This will be our secret." Since you leaked my secret, I get to leak yours. But not before I cause so much trouble, trigger so many questions, and generate so much paperwork that it becomes a burden for your Peers to even admit they know your name. You may have started this game, but I promise you, I will be the one to end it. By the way, your Buddies are terribly bad at Surveillance. So I decided to make it a little more dangerous for you. On April 10th, mid afternoon, your Buddy confirmed in the parking lot that you are One Man. You are relying on relationships, threats and coercion to continue this Game and I am coming for you. Let's see which Law Enforcement Agency will continue to protect you from me.  Let's find out exactly where the "Corrupt Cops" are actually located - because darling, one of your Boys already confirmed for me that there is onl

December 2013 The reality was, that by December 2006 , I was already committed to the move to Las Vegas because of The Audio Thief and his antics that previous June & July.  I realized that despite my denial, I was going there to Hunt Him Down.   February 2007,  As I sat in the living room overlooking the City Lights, I was finally able to process what the Audio Thief had said in the Theme Room at Bonnie Springs Ranch  over the July 4th Holiday seven months earlier.  (... are you scared yet ...)  That his Family told him about the Dead Flowers,  "you know, the Dead Flowers left on my Doorstep." For the first time, I was presented with a Free Pass to be someone I wasn't without consequence My act of violence would tear at the tissue of the mind, and rip at the flesh of memory. Certainly, it would strike closer than the doorstep of an entry never used. The Stalking began, or rather followed me to Las Vegas, by November 2007.  Right on schedule I got an

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

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

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

"... you don't need to be a government spy to dig up personal details on the average American. " "The holy trinity is your full name, your date of birth and your Social Security number; the only thing missing here is your Social," he says. "And for thirty-five bucks, I would probably be able to get that from a public data source." http://www.dailyfinance.com/2013/06/28/identity-theft-protection-test/

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

Privacy is either Dead or it is something of Value, to be traded.  I decide what and when and where to Publish my Personal Information. You don't get to say Privacy is Dead and then use it to trade for access to the Social Network. If Privacy is Dead , explain the Cannibal Cop Conviction in New York. They convicted him for violating a Federal Database - he illegally accessed data that was only available to Federal Government Employees with a certain access level.  They convicted him for *thinking about* Stalking and Killing a Woman. The expectation of Privacy we have is that the information stored in a Federal Database remains in the Federal Database and doesn't go leaking all over the world.  Privacy is an Illusion now more than ever. But certain Data should always remain secure and held Private when it is stored in a Federal Database. I have lived my life in the open on the Internet since 1994. I got my first Civilian Email address, on Yahoo, in 1995. I was part of Web