Gangstalking Chronicle: 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

Kathleen Kashay; Erica Agyeman; Darcy Estes; Alison Victor; Tracy Dietz; Kaitlin McGaw

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

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