The Stalker Game

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RF continues to be the favored form of attack nowadays, and sleep deprivation became a problem again this week. The result is pure fucking rage. So I am now in the process of trying to come up with a plan to stop these attacks. (As I type this I am being irradiated with RF: the skin on my scrotum feels like it is crawling. This morning from 0700 to 0800 I endured an hour of whole-body 'pricking RF' before giving up trying to sleep.)

Rage is not the only problem: Depression is another problem. One tends to become depressed when faced with what seems to be an unsolvable situation. The result is 'avoidance behavior' in the form of a more pleasant activity, a video game, for example. Or watching TV. Or writing a blog. One hates the idea of being forced to spend valuable time 'interacting' with an insane stalker - participating, so to say, in the stalker's own 'game:'

'It is an invariable principle of all play, finite and infinite, that whoever plays, plays freely. Whoever must play cannot play.' (Quoted from Finite and Infinite Games, by James P. Carse.)

And this 'game' is by no means a fair game: the stalker has many allies both in the form of willing tribe members (Jews, queers, etc.) and paid surrogates, all of whom presumably enjoy their roles as members of an evil team, playing a game they cannot possibly lose, against one man.

Me. Little ole me.