Are You Up to That?

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So... I have decided to depart from this 'marriage.' It is true that I was unfaithful to Kootch. That is true. But I was only sexually unfaithful. I was only minimally emotionally unfaithful (tap). But Kootch is grossly unfaithful to me in every sense. And she has been unfaithful to me for many years. Our marriage is over (boom). I will now seek a divorce. I am sure that Kootch and I will be able to arrive at a mutually satisfactory settlement. It is over. All over.

This leaves me... available!

Are you an old lady looking for an appropriate male pardner (tap)? Yes? Then today is your lucky day. You only need to own your place of residence free and clear, and be willing to accept a new tenant. I can pay. I only need one room. Small room. If you have a high speed cable connection then that is a big plus. We can get to know each other, slowly, as owner and tenant. And if it doesn't work out, then I can move on. No hurry.

We have so little time: Jesus is on the way.

I imagine you living in Oklahoma or Kansas or Nebraska... I see us in a small town. Small tolerant town. I see your town's primary spiritual (tap) description as, 'Awake.' I would love to live with a glorious old woman in a small Western town away from everywhere, and especially away the pathetic Jewish queer, Walter Gerash.

Are you up to that?

No Chance

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Not long after I wrote that I decided to mount a counterattack against the Jews and queers who were tormenting me. Easier said than done!

I began by cate(tap)gorizing all of the participants: Gerash and friends; The Law; my wife Kootch; Kootch's 'friends;' Kaiser Permanente; the neighbors. I fashioned a possible approach to the problem: convince the ACSD to investigate my claims of being stalked.

It seemed to me that if I could convince the ACSD that a crime was being committed, then they would investigate. Possibly they would find something. (But probably not - they are such fucking idiots!)

Then I thought up the idea of using Kaiser Permanente as an ally: if only some doctor at Kaiser would be willing to suggest to the ACSD that a crime was being committed against me, then maybe I had a chance. I formulated the idea of getting my current 'primary care physician,' Anna Kosyleon, to join my 'coalition of self defense against Jewish Faggotry.'

I reasoned thus: were I to complain to the ACSD alone, then they would send me to Kaiser (psychology unit). Were I to complain to Kaiser Psychology, they would send me to ACSD. What I needed was allies in both camps. None were available.

Then there was Kootch, my wife, who has known me for almost fifty years. But Kootch is convinced that I am crazy! Oh, joy.

Psychologists and psychiatrists might babel to the police hither and thither. The Courts might be unable to decide: psychology is a difficult science. But the judgement of a spouse of almost 50 years is virtually irrefutable: I had no chance whatsoever.

None at all.

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.

Recent Modes of Attack

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As you may know by now, I live in an apartment (condo) owned by my wife, Keiko. Jewish Terrorists have turned it into both a gas chamber and a 'microwave oven,' among other things. This post is to bring you somewhat up to date regarding their (current) activities:

RF (radio frequency) radiation continues to be their currently favored form of attack, although gas is still occasionally employed. RF attack sites are: living room (couch), bedroom (computer), and bedroom (bed). These attacks probably originate from below, which is to say, from the 'abandoned' apartment below us.

The 'symptoms' produced by the radiation are (in rough order of increasing distress): itching, tingling, skin-crawling, fine muscle twitching, pricking, and stinging. 'Fine muscle twitching' is a variant of 'muscle twitching' where the actual twitching originates in small local nerve branches instead of larger main nerves. That is to say that the entire muscle does not twitch, but the smaller components of the muscle (near the surface) do twitch. I presume that 'skin crawling' is an even finer manifestation of 'fine muscle twitching.'

Apparently, the most susceptible part of the body (to fine muscle twitching or skin crawling) is the scrotum. Possibly this is due to the large number of small nerve/muscle formations in the scrotum.

The perpetrators have several ways of controlling the radiation: frequency, intensity, and location. Location is most important. For example, they are unable to irradiate me outside of the apartment, but they may be able to control the precise location of the irradiating antennas below.