Friday, May 25, 2012

And Now...

a fella from a certain Pittsburgh suburb is lookin' at me.

How fucking fascinating.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Is Anyone Sitting Here?

Another very popular method these people like to use to screw with me is to arrive at a table adjacent to mine that very obviously is not occupied and ask, "Is anyone sitting here?"  This guy and is friend just did that.   I asked them about and she said there was a glass of water on the table and tried to carry on the conversation which I cut off when she said, "I'm generally a mean person, so..."



Nice try.

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Saturday, May 19, 2012

Idiot Savant

A few have suggested and/or insinuated that I am an idiot savant, that I can't take care of myself.  A quick review for those dumb-fucks in particular:

I supported myself during the bulk of the time I spent in college.  I graduated as the youngest of  3 siblings with no 4-year-degree precedent in my immediate family.  I moved to New York awwe by mysewf with the intention of  getting into television production and did just that--in record time, all while being covertly targeted by Neo-Nazis and other far-right extemists.  My television career ended directly because of harassment by a Neo-Nazi.  After 9/11, the economy in the city went down the tubes.  I returned home in large part because my mother was terminally ill, to take the burden off of my family.   I moved to Columbus for a few years where I once again took care of myself just fine.  I then moved back to Niles, again, in part because my father was in ailing health.  This was before I knew about the Nazis and the past girlfriends all being Christian operatives and the fact that my family had framed me and tried to kill me more than once and that it was all connected.  Then I figured it all out while being stalked by Neo-Nazis, radical feminists, and federal authorities and drove all the way across the country only to get  shit on nearly constantly in San Francisco.  Oh--and I nearly forgot to mention the blog-posts and retired sheriff's deputy, Wayne Carderelli's threat to "stay out of the power doors."  That one actually came after all his veiled threats involving sharpshooters.  (Go fuck yourself, Wayne.)

The beauty of this situation for me is that I know the head douche-bag who's making all of this disturbing abuse happen doesn't have the balls to face me, name himself and his group, and take responsibility.  Never did.  Never will.  I guess that illustrates and important point about anonymity.  Any pussy--like the one who shouts things in my window during the wee hours of the morning--could take part in what's being done to me while hiding behind anonymity.  It's really sad.

(This might be my favorite post in the whole blog.)

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Thursday, May 17, 2012

No More 7:30am Messsages...

from that putz who's been doing it all week.  Positive or negative, they do not effect me.  The manipulation and tracking will end.  None, nothing, nada, zip.  It stops.  It's done.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Life Advice

I'm still not sure who exactly is behind this stupid-ass little charade, but I promise you--I do not  need your little pieces of life advice.  I see right through your game--right through it.  Stop trying with the false Twitter accounts, etc.  A piece of advice for you:

Mind your own fucking business.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

MiyAko Abe ??

I recall this person specifically telling me her name is MiyOko. Why would you spell your own name wrong on your Facebook page?  ...


http://www.facebook.com/miyako.abe?sk=wallhttp://www.facebook.com/miyako.abe?sk=wall


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Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Memo to the Democratic Party Operatives Who Won't Leave Me Alone

Go fuck yourself...please!  And whoever it was that walked by my van the other morning and called me a "lightweight", be assured--I positively do not give a shit what you think.  Not one bit.  It's a dumb-fuck game played by dumb-fucks--from both parties--which I never agreed to.

Education Management



"My Life's an Experiment.".... "Education  Management."..... Linkedin profile that looks like it was just made with no info or contacts.