Why did she block her face? More importantly, how did she even notice I was shooting video of her? My camera doesn't even look like a camera. What's most inexplicable, though, is that she walked up to the window and snapped a shot of me with her phone between separate displays of her middle finger. LOL! Take as many pics of me as you want and go home and look at 'em while you enjoy your dildo. What are else are you going to do with it? Photoshop my face into some incriminating pics? It's already been done to a very serious degree and failed. But if you love spinning your wheels so much, go ahead and give it your best shot.
In regard to yesterday's significant surprise event, I would like to mention a few things. I get the feeling that maybe I saw another of Paola buddies walk by me with a look of satisfaction with Paola's reaction to my camera. Please--allow me once again to free you from the chains of delusion.
We'll start with a lesson about motion picture. Please, pay attention, ladies: In film and video, what you're seeing is a series of still images, each depicting a single instant in the ongoing action. As they flash by at a rapid rate, an illusion of motion is created. In film, there are 24 individual photos, known in the biz as "frames," that run by in one second. The rate in video is 30 per second. Wild, huh? Therefore, to say that one second is enough to identify someone, would actually be a bit of an understatement since the truth is that one thirtieth of a second would actually suffice.
Secondly, the first journalism class I ever took was a journalism law class that talked about privacy and photography. Basically, on public outdoor space a person is allowed to take a photograph of anything else in public that they choose. The rules are different for celebrities, but I don't recall anyone I've caught on camera existing anywhere near that realm. The crux of the argument of photo privacy hinged on a suggested scenario in which someone on a public sidewalk gets a shot of inside someone's home with a telephoto lens by peeping through the "crack in the blinds." Now if Paola was completely innocent and I concocted a bunch of crazy, absurd stuff about her, she might be able to go to court and have a chance. But her actions on camera undeniably suggest she's got something to hide, not to mention the fact that nothing I wrote about her is inherently defamatory. Too bad, Paola. Plus, we were both on outdoor public space. Please, ladies--take me to court so I can spank your asses right out in the open.
On a separate note, upon leaving the library at the end of the day yesterday, I went over to the nearby BART station to drink in the social defiance that sets San Francisco apart. Over a year ago, when I first started living out of a van, I was showering at the Salvation Army in the T.L. While mingling through the Anonymous semi-fracas, I ran into this guy who used to show up nearly every morning at the gym to harass me with Christian rhetoric:
Black, white, yellow, green, male, female--if you're harassing me, we've got a problem. I'm agnostic and I'll stay that way.
I suspect it's possible that I've been inaccurately blaming all radical feminists for what's going on. I'm trying to be fair here. I certainly don't have a problem with feminists in general; just the ones that for some odd reason think everything--or anything, for that matter--I do is their business. I get the feeling that the women still paying the most attention to me might be a separate little niche--the angry, "kind of heavy set" niche--just like Katlin McGaw, just like pscyho lawyer bitch who accused me and the vaast majority of the women who stalk me. At the demonstation, I ran into a woman interning with The Recorder. She was taking some photos, but I think she said she's interning as an editor. As we chatted, a "kind of heavy set" girl tried to step between us and say, "Hey, what's going on?" as if she just wanted to talk about the event. She's lucky I didn't get video of her. I learned long ago that the goal of these women is to prevent me from having a relationship with a woman. I saw Ms. Activist give the photographer a little nod and a gesture with her hand out of the corner of my eye before she nearly ran off. She was speed-walking, big-time.
I came to S.F. expecting a fair shake. I made an attempt to start at the very bottom where my skills might come in handy, volunteering for a struggling non-profit. I didn't get a warm welcome there.
I get the feeling quite a bit of precedent has been set in this state regarding photographers and videographers being attacked in public. Again, unless you're a celebrity or can prove I'm using your photo to make some kind of financial gain, ya got no case. Here's the deal, ladies: Either forget I exist or I charge Paola with assault. It's that simple.
By the way, if you'd like to reach Paola, you can at botegaia3@yahoo.com.
Ciao.
P.S. As I said earlier, I would love to keep on playing this game with you, but I've got some pressing physical concerns that I don't want to get too far out of hand. Also, if it wasn't for Subway and the quart of milk I drink every night, I suspect that the amount of BK and McDonald's in my diet would have killed me months ago. Let's see if I can't bring this thing to screeching halt once and for all:
That video of Paola is quite telling. Add in the fact that another of your operatives just happened to be there at the right time yesterday, add in the fact that she revealed herself by making the "sex offender" comment, add in the fact that she logged into a computer, and add in the fact that Paola went berserk* in the library in front of a bunch of witnesses, and you've got blockbuster event in the evolution of this whole atrocity. To that end...
Yesterday, after publishing the post, I headed out for lunch. On my way back to the library, I crossed Larkin at the northwest corner of the library's little block there, with City Hall behind me. When I hit the sidewalk and turned right, a guy stepped in front of me and continued to walk at my pace about 10 feet directly in front of me. He was medium height with a somewhat stalky build. His hair was parted conservatively and neatly on the side. He wore dark glasses, a dark blue blazer and stone or tan Dockers. He walked confidently. You might even say he was swaggering. In general, I would characterize his demeanor as serious, business-like, official. I swear to you, it was like he was escorting me. How narcissistic of me, right? It must have been one of my schizo episodes, because if he was escorting me, he would have completed the job. Instead, when we got to the bottom of the pretty curved staircase, he took a sharp right turn and headed straight into the security office.
P.P.S. Thanks, Paola.
Go to the Youtube page and check out the first comment under this video:
*The real beauty of the Paola video is in the fact all along I have been portrayed as a violent person and subject to various attempts to bait me into lashing out at someone to get me arrested. How's that workin' out?
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