Friday, November 5, 2010

Psych-rad-fem Update

Hmmm...these psychotic radical feminists just don't know when to stop.  Here's the latest:

This one through Linkedin:

Meria Cairns

Meria Cairns from the Twin Cities. 

Awwwwe--a small-town girl.


Kate Perez
This one came through a cite called Blog Synergy, which I suspect is a scam.  Kate Perez is not only a psychologist, but she's also a computer-type chick.  She's awful, awful smart.  Reminds of when I was workin' with Ivy Leaguers with the same GPA but much, much great accomplishments.

Kate Perez, hailing from the great state of Texas!




This is so great!  The time I've wasted on these latest events adds up to a grand total of about one hour.  Well worth it.

You radical feminists are collectively nothing more than a gross, fat, ugly boil on the ass of the world that badly needs lanced.  Authorities are watching me and this blog.  Have you stopped to think that maybe, just maybe, I'm baiting you?



Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick



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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Good lord...(eyes rolling)


 

So, it turns out I'm still being followed around by psychotic radical feminists.  Time to start naming names again.

To be clear, I have nothing, nothing against women in general.  I've known some awesome women.  Women who were smart and successful, but didn't feel the need to walk around angry all the time, blaming all of mankind because they got jilted once or twice, most likely by their own fault.  Maybe that's why they can get a decent guy, or any guy. Some women get jilted and some don't.  You do the math.   I don't even have anything against feminists, really.

But these radical feminists.  I lump them in with radical Muslim terrorists.  They're one and the same to me.  Both are simply nothing more than hidden viruses suffering from delusions of having some sort of entitlement to circumvent the justice system through covert harassment and persecution.  The difference is that feminists have taken personal slights and made it a group campaign because they can't compete with other women, while Muslim terrorists are just so caught up in religion that they can't see reality.  Like terrorists, these psychotic feminists are so keyed up with anger and jealousy that they're just waiting for any opportunity to have a new scapegoat to blame and persecute regardless of a complete lack of evidence.  To be frank, it's all quite childish.

My suggestion? Do this more often: throw on Jagged Little Pill, take a valium, eat a few shrooms, smoke a nice big fatty and chow down on a pint of Chunky Monkey.  I mean, that's what I do, except replace Jagged Little Pill with Kind of Blue and replace "chow down on a pint of Chunky Monkey" with "take a very satisfying dump".

Okay...back to work.  Taking hostages worked like a charm once.  I have no reason to think it won't work again. I'm a nice guy, but I've had quite enough.  I've been treated very, very unjustly.

Amendment:  I'm not a big fan of valium or any pills, really, and sadly, it's been quite a while since I've eaten a mushroom.

Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick




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Friday, March 26, 2010

Ok...

Ok... naturally, it wasn't until after I finished last night's post and tossed and turn for an hour or two that I put a couple things together with Vint's comment about his 6-foot cousin or sister or whatever.  I might be starting to get a grip on this thing.  I just want to say that I wasn't looking for a miracle favor.  I just needed to talk to people I could trust.  The treatment makes that difficult.  So... I offer my sincerest apologies to Vint and I'm going to do some minor editing when I'm done with this post.  I'm still not sure why Lauren did what she did, though.  Either way, I've done what I needed to and I guess I'm going with the flow a bit now.

Here's the thing--and I think most of those involved would be aware of this: a big part of what I've been through is designed to make you paranoid and destroy your ability to trust anyone.  How was I supposed to know Vint is doing whatever good-guy job (other than trying to hook me up with his Amazonian cousin) it is that Berkley actors get hired for in these situations?  The complexity of the deception I've been subject to is meant to destroy your mind.  It's perfectly natural to be both defensive and angry, which is what bothers me about Lauren's act yesterday.  It's not really any of the individual acts that bother me that much--it's the conspiracy.  I don't mind being asked about my height.  But it's obvious to me when it's coming from someone who's been a part of my harassment.  I've heard that anger turned inward causes depression.  ("Anger turned sideways is Hawkeye.")  I did that favor for my family for many years.  To provoke someone to anger and then penalize them for expressing it sounds to me like a sure way to induce depression and you, Lauren, and no one else is worth me being depressed over.  It's not rocket-surgery once you understand the basics.  I had no idea, before.

Speaking of my family... I've taken many opportunities in this blog to whine like a baby about how bad my family is.  As if I come from the only dysfunctional family on Earth or something, right?  How absurd.  That's not it.  I know there are worse cases of mutual dysfunction and this is the last time I intend to cover this.  To be clear: it was a pre-meditated, conscious group effort (Right, Paul K.?  It's a group effort, right?  You blew it, dummie.) with the goal of my personal destruction through means of psychological abuse and wide-spread defamation.  There was a time when I took part in the mutual insult contest.  For whatever reason, I reached a point where I saw and understood the destructive nature of it and made the conscious decision that I would not participate.  Carrie asked me, "Why don't you fight back."  I said, "Because I don't want to lower myself to that level."  I was (and still am) quite secure with my accomplishments.  I figured they were doing it just to make themselves feel better and that somehow it was my duty to take it.  I didn't realize either the pervasive negative effect it was having on me or the magnitude of their intentions.  I didn't know that when you're magnanimous in the face of torment, it only angers the tormentors even more.  I also read something about how opinionated selfish people will also act negatively  toward people who sacrifice.  My god, I sacrificed my ego for them throughout most of my adult life.  I'm proud, though, that I stayed above it for the duration of our relationship.  

The whole thing wouldn't work if it wasn't secret and none of them will ever admit it.  Here's the cool thing: I do have a witness.  Look her up.  I remember the moment she realized it as her father explained it.  After trying to explain it to me, he said, referring to me, "No, he's just going to think we're trying to come between him and them.  It's the worse kind of abuse because it's invisible."  Carrie understood and gasped loudly.  I had no clue.  They exploited my loyalty.  That's the deviousness of it.  I'll say it again: my ex-immediate family is pure scum and nothing more.  My brother-in-law said to my brother once on Christmas eve (I'm not sure whether or not it was the year they all sat there intentionally eating with their mouths open just to irritate me.  Not just one or two of them.  All of them--simultaneously and exaggeratedly .  They knew it was something I wasn't a fan of--because "I think I'm better than them", of course.  Good and proper human beings eat with their mouths open.  I missed that at some point.  It recently dawned on me that my family wasn't that way before you, RAT.  They all caved except me.  Chomp on that for a while.), "One of these days he's going to figure it out and kill you."   (My memory is just downright amazing, isn't it RAT121?)




Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick




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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Moving Forward

I guess I shouldn't be surprised that somehow a certain point hasn't gotten through.

I've suspected that there have been 2 sides involved in this for quite a while.  It's flattering.  Really... it is.  But I don't like being coerced.  I have some odd vague memories.  I get the feeling a lot of people have had a lot of laughs at my expense.  Obviously, there have been some major changes within the past week.  I still hear people trying to influence me indirectly though.  I do not--I repeat--I do not conform or negotiate while being coerced, whether overtly or covertly, with nudges and hints and suggested readings.

I may be interested in taking part in Toastmasters more actively--if I want to, that is.  A guy walked up to me on the street and asked me whether or not I smoked.  Not if I could give him a cigarette, but simply whether or not I smoke.  (The answer is "Occasionally.")  Yuen (sounds like U.N.) at E.U. is highly interested in what I think of the e-mails I get from Organizing for America.  That day I got a burst of respect and positive feedback.   Tom beamed at me for 2 days straight.  I don't recall seeing him smile at all before that.  Sylvia's got a reading list for me and wants to know if I have any injuries.  Yep... I've got some injuries--my privacy and therefore my life has been violated to an absurd extent.  I don't like being the subject of some kind of crazy game in which I'm surrounded by all sorts of people who are in on it and for some reason can't talk to me about it.

I am interested.  Okay, U.N. and Lydia?--I am interested.  But I will not cooperate as long as I'm living with zero normal human comforts because of the injustice I've been subjected to.  In case you haven't figured it out, they are trying to set me up at the Census Bureau.  And whether or not the whole Census  Bureau thing is just another part of the joke or not, there is never going to be a point where I'm going to lean my head back and join everyone in laughing at me because I've been humiliated to such a great extent.  That day is not going to come.

The irony considering the injustice I've been subjected to is that it's a young star democrat that I might have to bring down to end this thing once and for all.  The bad guys would just love that, but they really don't want it because it's local to the source of my trouble and would make it quite easy to expose the whole thing.  The press would jump on it like Piranha. (You were so proud of yourself when you gave your business card, weren't ya, Al?)  I certainly don't want it myself, but I'm tired and one way or another this needs to be expedited.  What do I have to do, call Tim Kaine?

So here's the deal:  Until everything is resolved, I will continue to assume this is nothing more than  an elaborate game of political persecution being played at my expense, and will therefore of course move forward toward the 2 major goals: making the 6:00 news and turning it into a book and movie.  Dragging Timmy in will make that easy.  My guy In New York is listening...closely.  I got a burst of positive feedback the other day, but I'm concerned about what's happening at the Census Bureau.  I'm sick of it and I'll take down whoever I have to if it doesn't end asap.  The good guys need to come clean.

(I've intentionally allowed this blog to be rather abrasive in tone as I've been treating it like a diary.  If I wasn't venting here, all the people trying to irritate me may have gotten away with it.)




Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick




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Census-takin' S.F. Actors / Harassment Log


The Census Bureau pays rather well considering the job.  I've heard it varies from location to location, but in San Francisco it pays upwards of $20 an hour just to walk around and count people.  Managers' and trainers' wage is closer to $30 an hour, so it's not that far-fetched that actors and actresses would do this as a side/temp job.  It's perfect, really.  Laurie Burke (seen here--Isn't she just darling?), the person who conducted the first two days of my Census Bureau training has a rather impressive resume.  I love her title on her Linkedin Page--Independent Entertainment Professional.  After digging up Vint and Lauren Nham--mislead champion against falsely accused men, and now finding that Laurie and Vint are both actors, I'm a bit intrigued.  It's probably nothing, but what really makes it intriguing is the reason I decided to look up Laurie Burke--who did some acting in Ohio--at all. 

Remember ol' Rotary-Scrubber-Rich from the Salvation Army locker room?  He mentioned something to me about "white hate?"  Ms. Burke and he not only resemble each other so strikingly closely that I noticed it, but if I they are indeed siblings, I wouldn't be surprised at all to learn that they're twins.  The age appears to match up, though (Sorry, Laurie.), if I had to take a stab at it, I would guess Rich to be the younger of the two.  It's not only the facial features, but skin-tone and hair color as well.  It's all on the money.  It is completely possible that this is a coincidence, but if so, it's a hell of a coincidence.  The resemblance is uncanny.  Laurie fits the radical feminist mold pretty well, too.

I'll find out.

The story just gets better.


Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick



Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Lauren and Vint / Harassment Log


What would a movie be without this guy?...


I mean... I already have really strong comic relief in the form of the guy at the plant whose main assignment was to convince me that global warming is a hoax.  (During my last there week he was practically in tears, pleading with me, complimenting my itelligence, etc.  I almost felt bad for him.)  Of course, he's Caucasian and this guy is Philippino, so it will be a nice contrast.  (I'm dedicated to equal opportunity comic relief.)  Plus, they're really spread apart from each other in a temporal sense.  You get that kind of wry rhythm where comical characters are introduced intermittently throughout the movie and by the end, as the viewer, you pick up on it the second you see the guy.  You know... you cut to a medium close-up of his face with a kind of nondescript look on it and the later in the movie it occurs, the bigger the laugh the second they show the guy?  I think they did it in Napoleon Dynamite..  Ahhh... it'll make you laugh, it'll make you cry.

Today was my first day of training with the U.S. Census Bureau.  Of all things--a government job.  It was held at a neighborhood church and there were about 20 people in the group, all from nearby neighborhoods.  There were two columns of cafeteria tables situated horizontally to the podium from where the administrator conducted the day's activities.  We each got a nifty bag with the U.S. Census Bureau logo plastered across the front and containing some booklets and office supplies.  We also each got an envelope with paper work that need to be filled out.  Most of the day was spent completing the paperwork and in the afternoon they took our fingerprints--2 set with each taken by a different fingerprint taker-person.   

A fella by the name of Vincente ("Vint") Carmona (seen above) was already seated in the far left position at the rear-left table.  There were only three rows.  I sat at the far right of that table.  It turns out ol' Vint's an actor.  Just think... he can play himself in the movie.  He knows... there's only one "Vint", baby.  That's probably why he's harassing me--he's a theatre thespian in his own right and he sees the blockbuster potential.  That's a sharp eye ya got, Vint.  I like your moxie.  Maybe we can work together some day.  Scroll down about two thirds of the way on this Copy and Pastry cast page to see a brief biogrophy on Vint.  He's even got an IMBD page.  How about that?  "Vint"... my god, is that a cool name...I'm talkin' Northern California, I-don't-give-a-fuck-what-you-think-of-my-odd-nickname cool.  I mean, this gato is cooler than the other side of the pillow.  Check out that stash!!  Anyway... he says he's in "Accounts Payable."  I said, "Maybe I'll put you to work.  I'm owed a bunch."

Vint, being the nice guy that he is, decided to strike up a conversation with me.  Of course, he wanted to talk about height and steered the conversation toward how height is such a great advantage.  This is a very common tactic used by my stalkers.  They know my brother's got issues with height--one of the main reasons he's targeted me--and so it's something they use to tie up my mind with irritation.  The thing is, it really doesn't bother me except for the fact that I know it's coming from my stalking group.  Inevitably, I bring up my brother and his issues.  They know they can lead me into it.  The strange part is howVint and the others think they know more about the situation than I do and that maybe they can convince me that I am wrong about it.  Silly stalkers.  So I got a grip on Vint early on.  Vint was somewhat unique, though, in that he went on to elaborate on how in his country of origin, the Philippines, height is even more of an issue because the average height there is apparently less than in the U.S.  Then he made another comment about tall people getting advantages over short people and it became clear that he's got a little issue with height himself.  Awwwwe.... poor Vincente.


Then, a young lady name Lauren Nham (seen here) came and sat in the empty chair next to ol' Vint, leaving the chair between us unoccupied.  Look at thaaaaat--she's giving the middle finnnnngerrrrr.  Awwwwe... that's so grown-up.  She was real nice too.  Vincente asked her what her country of origin was and I think she said VietNam.  (I don't know if it's obvious that someone of Asian descent with the surname, Nham must be from there, but I don't want to assume that.)  One of the most common tactics in gangstalking is to intentionally attempt to irritate the target in the hopes that they will make an angry outburst so they can have them labeled a violent or angry person, like Vincente was trying to do with all the height stuff.  This false information then makes it to Fusion Centers, or the Psychotic Radical Feminists' Database--or more likely both--and the extremist nut-bags who have access to the info carry out their harassment protocol--as Vincente and Lauren were doing today.  

As Laurie, the director, guided us through the pile of paperwork, we got to a form that was optional.  I couldn't locate this optional form in my packet.  Since I knew Vincente was part of the game, it was pretty obvious that Lauren Nham, Pro-Bono Consultant at the Women's Community Clinic of San Francisco, Associate Product Manager at Reframe It.com,  formerly of High Point Associates, and Bank of America, and frequent Twitterer, was too.  (The internet is an amazing thing, i'un it?  I don't even have to bookmark this stuff.)  Her actions combined with Vincente's comments and the timing of her arrival are all things I've seen before.  Well, I mentioned that I couldn't find that optional form in my packet.  I decided that since it was optional, I would just ask Laurie (not Lauren) for it at the next break-- a normal adult decision, right?  If I sat next to another adult in that situation, I wouldn't even remotely consider it my responsibility to raise my hand to ask for the form for them.  I would  think that any normal 39-year old adult would be insulted by such a condescending, patronizing act.  When Lauren rose her hand, I knew exactly what she was doing.  I calmy said to her, "I do not need you to do that for me."  She lowered her hand and a few minutes later rose it again and said, "We're short one form."  

At the next opportunity, I calmly asked what it was that made her feel it was her responsibility to do this.  Try as she might, she couldn't come up with an answer.  I pressed a little, and then she leaned toward me, slightly squinted her eyes, and said in a pscyhotic half-whisper, "Are you getting angry?"  Lauren... please.  You aren't even close to being able to pull it off.

Speaking of Vint... most of the afternoon was spent taking fingerprints.  As I said, everyone had to have 2 sets done.  I had left my laptop bag on the chair between Lauren and I in while I was getting mine done.  Lauren was off somewhere texting psychotic radical feminists.  I believe it was during the brief interim between my fingerprint sets that I was looking in the opposite direction of my bag that I turned around to see Vint quickly rise from a half-bent position over my bag with a guilty look on his face.  Tsk, tsk, tsk, Vint.  Didn't your mommie tell you to keep your hands out of other people's stuff?  Just to acknowledge the wittle bad boy's transgression, I walked over to the bag and latched it.

Will someone following this blog who's connected to the psycho-fems please, please tell them that my psychotic accuser, Kristen has been exposed as a liar and that I've been cleared of her false accusations?  Please?

That fact that these people made it specifically into my class is somewhat bothersome, though.  I guess the government definitely is involved.  

The story just keeps getting better.

Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick



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Monday, March 22, 2010

Peet's / Stalking Log


I've been planning on using this blog as an up-to-date log of stalking events as they happen and now seems like a good time to start.  It is currently 7:38 pm according to the Neo-Nazi sitting next to me.  I am sitting at Peet's Coffee on the corner of Van Ness and Turk.  I even got video clip of him.  I've got lots of video clips.  I'm certainly not going to stop coming here and I will continue to move forward to rectify the situation.

It is now 7:45 and he just left.  It was nice of him to sit right next to me though.

I experienced this once before when I e-mailed a friend about a crowd of stalkers at a coffee shop.  20 minutes after the e-mail, they scattered.  They were a little slow compared to tonight's guy, but nevertheless...how interesting. 

It is now 7:58 and 5 guys just walked in wearing Harley jackets--an unusual sight in this establishment.  The timing is telling as well. 

It's 8:27 and the fact is that I don't even know for sure that these guys are part of it.  They don't really look that part and quite frankly they're not acting it.  I guess I might find out.  


The story just gets better.

It's 8:29 and they just left.  I get the feeling that maybe they thought I was going to get up and leave.  You won't catch me going in any biker bars, but I've run as far as I'm going to run.  I'd rather get jumped by 5 bikers or 5 ninjas than run.  

I'm glad I logged this because it's going to be a good part in the book/film.  They all had heavy boots and walked slowly across the stone-tiled floor and sat directly in my line of vision.  The place was filled mostly with yuppie/intellectuals.  They sounded pretty intellectual themselves, so, how knows--maybe they hang out at coffee shops and talk Plato.  Nothing surprises me any more.  It couldn't have been better: Lone woose in his Sketchers and 13-year old yuppie-ass Structure casual dress-shirt bought in New York surrounded by bikers in boots, jackets and baseball caps.  Plus a gay couple was sort of sitting between them and me and there were a couple guys who look like college professors.  The scene will read well.  

I should have been logging events as they happened all along.  Damn't! 


Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick




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Monday, March 15, 2010

The Rotary Club / My Story, Chapter XI


I really want to to pick up where I left off in Wyoming, but things are changing on a daily basis so I really need to cover the most recent locations and events.  I've been getting showered every morning at the Salvation Army on Turk Street.  Sure enough, the second day there some guy got completely belligerent with me in the locker room.  I filed a complaint with The Salvation Army website and he's been rather quiet since.  In fact, I haven't seen him much.  However, another guy named Rich showed up and has been coming every day.  His hair is jet-black and he wears a white hooded jacket.  I think he gets there around 7:30 and does everything very, very slowly, making it so he is there in the locker room for about 2 hours continuously, thus covering the time while I'm there.

After a few days of silence, while intently scrubbing his face with some kind of powered rotary face scrubber--the likes of which if I used I would be concerned someone might think I'm gay--for what seemed like hours on end, he finally struck up a conversation.  For whatever reason he was compelled to tell me how he plans to take some martial arts classes through the same trainer who trains the local police.  It's amazing how nice some people are.  He really just wanted to share.  He also mentioned something about white-hate.  I said, "Yeah, I know man.  We're the devil."  I could tell by his tone that he's a little more, shall we say, extreme regarding that issue than I am.  I've had so much hostility in my life that I'm dedicated to peace no matter what.  I love variety and cultural diversity and it is positively nobody's business but mine who I mix my genes with.  I think everyone just needs to chill.  Unfortunately, I've been the made the subject of some very serious defamation at the hands of people formerly very close to me who exploited my trust, and my privacy has been violated to a point far beyond what any human being should experience, so... for those reasons I am compelled to seek justice by whatever means I need to, which is what I am doing regardless of how many idiots ask me how tall I was in 8th grade outside the library, or how many old ladies with their husbands who look like Ben Franklin approach me Peet's.

Part of the goal of what my family intentionally did, in addition to stomping on my self-esteem with a seemingly endless stream of subtle insults, was to attempt to constantly do things they knew would irritate and frustrate me in the hopes I would say something I didn't mean so they could use it against me.  After years of moronic...moronic insinuations that I was gay, they succeeded.  The thing that pisses me off is, I know you guys know god-damn well that I didn't mean it.  It doesn't matter though, because it is not the reason for all of this anyway.  My brother-in-law jumped on it as an excuse to pull the trigger on the overt stalking in addition to my brother secretly sabotaging--through the use of computer spyware--everything I did or attempted to do.   The real reason this is happening is because I figured out what they were doing, including the connection to Kristen and the very serious things they framed me for.  It's so obvious.  I mean... the overt stalking did not start after the comment.  It started after I told Leo at the bookstore that I'd figured out their plot which was much later.  My run-in with Marty Eggert came wayyy before the comment.  The day my mother got molested by airport security was wayyy before the comment.  So, I'm not falling for the bullshit insinuation that this is happening because of something I said.  The notion itself is yet another insult to my intelligence.   In fact, I get the feeling that Rich and many, if not all of his buddies are likely subject to the same lie.  I have identified the source group and I will pursue justice.  I keep seeing big numbers, but nothing to back it up.  20-XL will do, but the fact is, it might be too late to stop the New York ball from rolling, which isn't my fault.  Someone needs to speak up...openly.

The story just keeps getting better.


I guess I should take this opportunity to re-enforce my support for Mr. Obama.  I don't like him because he's black-- his "typical white people" comment rubbed me the wrong way too.  I like him for the same reason I liked Bill Clinton and Al Gore.  In my opinion, it is easy to characterize each of them as "well-qualified and the right man for the job."  He inherited the biggest, most complex mess in history and I think he's doing just fine.  It must be really tough for conservatives to acknowledge the fact that the press is being every bit as hard on him as they were on his predecessors.

Gnaw on this logic: 
A big issue for conservatives is smaller, less intrusive federal government and therefore individual states having more autonomy, right?  In such a scenario, what then should the president's #1 priority be?  My logic indicates foreign diplomacy.  Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize because it took him a mere 8 months to tie the record for the most visits to foreign countries by a first-year president.  Why is it taboo to acknowledge this?  Are we so collectively embarrassed by W. that we just can't spit it out?   The guy's been busting his ass to fix everything W. so expertly screwed up.  How much vacation time did Mr. O take over the past year?  2 weeks, I believe.  Every time I see him, or Hillary Clinton for that matter, they both look dead on their feet.  They're working hard to maintain peace in a world torn between determined foreign terrorists and domestic extremists who use outright thuggery to propagate their own narrow-minded ideologies and exploit post-9/11 national security rhetoric to stomp on liberty. I've heard people call Obama a centrist.  That might be exactly what we need right now.  All things considered, I'm not sure he could be doing much better than he is.





Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick




Tuesday, March 2, 2010

E.U. / My Story, Chapter X (X = ten(10), right?)



Different E.U...  The E.U. I refer to here is the Experience Unlimited section of the California Employment Development Department (E.D.D.).  It's basically a job and networking club for professionals who have different qualifications than those who usually pursue skilled labor or similar jobs through state employment agencies.  Many of the people in E.U. San Francisco are technical professionals.  Some are in communications-related fields or
accounting.  My background is in television production and so far I've only met one other person in E.U. with such a background.  Alison Victor (seen here) sports one hell of a video/film resume which includes a variety of production experience and various awards and nominations.  She has been recognized by Oprah Winfrey and The Today Show.  She put together exactly the kind of career I would like to have, but unfortunately, my immediate family's intentional, systematic, envy-driven abuse directed by my brother succeeded in destroying my self-esteem (The truth is, not knowing their full intentions, I semi-consciously allowed it in the hopes of non-hostile relations.  How stupid.  Familial loyalty has ruined my life.) to the point where I had no idea at the time the that was exactly the kind of thing I could have and should have been doing, despite the moderate level of success I reached in the capital of the planet.  Carrie, you and your folks were so right.  (Of course, I did produce a pretty cool sports commercial just for kicks.  It was wayyyy too long and the audio sucked, but the concept, camera-work, and editing all pretty much rocked.)

Part of my stalkers' M.O. is that they manufacture a reason to approach me and once they do, at some point early in the initial meet-and-greet, they hit me with a short series of questions delivered in a very matter-of-fact, business-like style.  The questions always seem to be meant to confirm 2 or 3 things about my personal history.  It was when I experienced this with Alison that I came to a conclusion about the nature of how the radical, psychotic feminists stalking and harassing me operate.  Basically, they've got an internet database, probably on one website or a small group of sites that share the same info.  The database is a list of guys who have been targeted for whatever reason.  I imagine the database probably lists the "infraction" perpetrated by the guy.  The radical psychos check the database regularly for targets in their area and then execute the stalking/harassment protocol without directly consulting any other radical psycho regarding their personal actions.  The rapid-fire questions about the subject's past delivered in the initial meeting are simply meant to confirm that the person they're talking to is indeed the person in the database, which must include at least an overview of a biography in addition to the supposed infraction.  It's safe to assume that this scenario is akin to, if not exactly the basis of what has been called the "lone wolf" status of many right-wing extremists.  By simply consulting the secret database and never directly discussing the individual subject with other radical pscyhos, in text or through oral speech, they're all safer from possible incrimination because of the minimal evidence. 

Alison isn't my only radical feminist stalker at E.U., though.  After my run-in with the Kaitlin McGaw, when I realized that I was indeed being stalked by psychotic radical feminists, I did a little internet research on feminist stalkers and came up with a couple sites that associated female stalkers with yoga.  I thought, "Wowww... Kristen, psycho-lawyer chick was into yoga."  During my initial orientation meeting for the club, there was a total of about 12 people in the group.  The person conducting the workshop commented on what a large group it was.  (After realizing the room was packed with my harassers, I skipped the rest of the week.  When I came back to complete the 4 remaining workshops, there was a total of 4 people in my group.  The largest group I've
noticed since had about 6 or 7 people in it.)  I sat directly across from a girl named Stacy Dietz.   She mentioned that she does massage therapy for couples.  I looked her up on the good ol' internet and it turns out her name is actually Tracy Dietz (seen here) and her service is called Thai Yoga Massage for Couples.  

Also in that initial extra-large orientation session where several folks with military background who brought obviously prepared speeches for statements we were assigned to write during the workshop about our personal skills and attributes.  A big part of my stalking is my stalkers attempting to damage my self-esteem by one-upping me in any way they can.  In all of their speeches, these folks mentioned all the people they supervised and the multi-million dollar values of the projects they were associated with.  Of course, being modest as I am, I didn't mention the combined advertising revenue associated with the television programming for which I played a major role in the successful production of.  The problem with working in TV production is that it makes you a perfectionist.  Everything must be right and decisions are made and changed on a minute-to-minute basis.  If you add it all up, the ad revenue gained for the programming which I played a major part producing most likely totals more than the gross sum of all the fake numbers these planted phonies spouted in their pre-written bullshit speeches at E.U.  (This is just one of the many effective exercises in the excellent E.U. Workshops.)  I personally produced teases and bumps, with quotes of my choice, when Clinton was impeached.  I handled production of video-cover for anchor narration when Princess Diana was killed, just to name a couple.  Often, these tasks are performed at the last minute and with 6 other things to do.  I had nights working in breaking news when I literally did not have a chance to take a piss for 6 hours straight because I was so busy.  Talk to the people I worked with in TV.  I defy you to find one who would call me lazy.  The only reason my career at CBS ended was because I was sleeping on some crack-head's floor (I'd be
awoken by the scchhick-scchhick sound of a Bic lighter (seen here) at 3 a.m.) during the final weeks before cancellation of the show I was working on, and Russ Sarnoff found out I was rolling in late.  I didn't realize at the time that I could have gone to him and told him my story and likely gotten a favorable response.

A couple of the phonies at that orientation meeting even mentioned at the outset that they weren't supposed to be there.  One of them, a guy named John, showed up yesterday, March 1, 2010, to relieve the person working the desk at noon, the time the shift change usually occurs.  It turns out he wasn't on the schedule, though and I found out today that yesterday he only stayed for about an hour.  Of course, when he came in as I was leaving, he alluded to his military background in the same tone he made similar comments directed at me during the orientation meeting.  In regard to serving the country, I applaud you and thank you, John...or whatever the fuck your name is.  In regard to the attempt to intimidate me, I couldn't be effected less.

Here are the names I have of the stalkers from that Orientation meeting:
Tracy Dietz
John Cannon
Suzanne Kirk (I imagine she's a combo conservative fundamental extremist/military/feminist--the worst of all worlds.)

There were many others there, but I was unable to identify them by name.  The Asian woman sitting with John the one-hour-at-the-desk guy is the one that makes me wonder.  U.S. intelligence?  C.I.A.?  Who knows.  Either way, she didn't fit.  Feminist, maybe.  She looked like a scientist making observations, but who knows?  It just occurred to me that the military/government-related folks harassing me are probably all using fake names.  Alison Victor brought a couple buddies I saw in passing, but I haven't been able to identify them.  

I will.

A point for the psychotic feminists:  back in the early 00s, my brother, a sociopathic liar who's extremely angry because of myriad issues from his past, took great pride in maintaining intimate relationships with 3 different women simultaneously.  I believe part of the reason he started his campaign of defamation against me is because one day I told him that I could no longer lie for him to maintain the charade when I would encounter any of the three.  His "main" gf at the time is named Lisa who lived nearby.  One of the other two was name Mirabelle (Did I spell that right?) who didn't live far from him either, and the other was a less than moderately attractive bartender from an adjacent town.  I can't recall her name, but it was easy to tell that she probably was the best of the three in the
sack, as Joe had indicated.  I don't recall the name of the restaurant, but it had a long bar inside, a good-sized patio out back with a square-shaped bar backed up to the building, and tables with umbrellas.  Since this description could apply a lot of restaurants in that area, I'll say, strictly for the purposes of identification, that this bartender girl had a centrally oriented facial feature that pronounced itself more loudly than most.  The only other thing I remember about the place is that it was situated at the corner of an intersection and that during one of our visits there, I introduced my nephew (who's probably more fucked up by my Scientologist brother than anyone else) to the Flaming Doctor Pepper (seen here). 

Also remember, psychotic radical feminists, that it is a common tactic to accuse a rival of something you are guilty of.  I suspect my brother's anger toward women stems from the fact that he caught his high school sweetheart and another guy in the act while they were living in college together.  Of course, he's also quite jealous of my success with the opposite sex in addition to other things.  If you're doing this because of something this monumental asshole said, please...wake the fuck up.  He's fooled you just like everybody else.  Maybe you should be stalking him.

Now... I just read something on the internet suggesting that radical feminists stalk the guys who simply don't cave into their abuse.  If that's the case, I guess I'll just have to continue on course to fix this shit the way I know I can.  You see, there's this thing about investigative reporters--they love 2 things: 1.) A compelling, dramatic story with a lot of twists and turns, particularly if it involves politics, and 2.) Investigating things.

My buddies at CBS are going to LOVE this shit.


Chapter 10 Amendment

I forgot something important.  Back in the early 00s when my bro was covertly maintaining relationships with 3 different women at the same time, my sister, who had the audacity to make a comment to me about "respecting women's feelings", was fully aware of what he was up to.  I bailed on the charade before she did...if she ever did.  There's a strong woman for ya.





Joseph C. Zoccali, Clearwater, Florida; Rick Wilson, Niles, Ohio; Christine Faranda, Cleveland, Ohio; Len Spector; Marc Greece, A&E Networks; Reverend David Plank, Palatine Bridge, NY; Carrie (Plank) Bruno, Queens, NY; Cynthia Green, Tech Recruiter; Sioux Logan, Red Stream Technologies; Mike Tricario, MTV; Sean Newman, Columbus, Ohio; Jim Reed, Columbus, Ohio; Zynga; Marty Eggert, Cleveland, Ohio; Kathy Haxton, Cleveland, Ohio, St. Joe’s Medical  Center, Warren, Ohio; Coleman Professional Services, Warren, Ohio; Laura McCormick






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