A STRANGER OBSESSION

My Mentor, My Killer You were free, what happened? For over 25 years you were free from suspicion, your reputation beyond reproach. For a quarter Century the only way to link me to you was through my social security number. Between your pressure to erase my records in 1990 coupled with my multiple name changes, you were completely free. What did you do? Who did you piss off, and why did you drag me into it? CONTINUE READING - PATREON

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