Monday, October 6, I was running errands and driving around town. On the way back I realized that my drivers’ side mirror had been re-angled (https://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/2014/07/28/for-the-record-anomalies/#comment-121395). But I had only been parking for 10-15 minutes here and there and running in and out of small stores. That meant that the responsible party(ies) had to be following me very closely. This is different from their standard practice where I would be somewhere for an hour or two (such as a restaurant or such like).
Also the concealed carry ad showed up again but in a new situation (https://pathwhisperer.wordpress.com/2014/09/15/this-is-the-insanity-i-live-with-where-do-these-ads-come-from-and-what-do-they-mean/). If anything it was even bigger than this, taking up a full side of the screen.
I had to switch back to Windows for a bit and was running totally different internet security software. Did they just want to let me know they had hacked the security package? Or is it a threat? Things seemed to be reaching a crescendo.
The day before one of the DPA/DPL’s crew (the letters refer to partial license plate numbers) had walked by to check out what I was doing — I was waiting for my wife to pick up breakfast for the road at a restaurant I have gone to for decades but which was ‘in their territory.’ (Mine too, we are only 5 blocks apart, but as I haven’t interacted or spoken to my ex’s therapists in over fifteen years why does it matter? Why they are terrified of me and the husband actually tried to run me down I don’t understand. The whole point of this post and series of posts is to find out what the character assassination is. In life as in court, isn’t one entitled to know the charges against them? What’s so hard to understand about that?)
Then later on Monday I fell into my usual routine, returning home in the early eve. On the six blocks home I found I was walking through a guantlet of some 3 or 4 police vehicles whose occupants were paying close attention to me. Then when I got to my corner I saw a smallish bizarrely incognito individual (outsize white framed sunglasses and a strange hat) approaching on the exact path I had taken the previous Wednesday. So I kept walking without turning.
What makes this more interesting is that this is the second occurrence of almost the same thing. That previous Wednesday I had noticed the same things regarding police vehicles and had avoided the same individual immediately at my building, wearing the same sunglasses and that time, a pork pie hat. But my reaction was, pretty much, what is this weirdness about? The second time not so much.
I also noticed that a couple of the police cars seemed unhappy with my noticing their attention to me particularly one FHN ____, a black/dark blue Chevy Malibu. Other cars that might have been involved were ERH and a **36 from the precinct north of here.
So what is going on?
In both situations I avoided the flashy incognito individual (the first time I don’t believe they were aware that I was aware, they probably thought my avoidance was accidental. Since my progress to the destination was obviously being monitored, my question for myself was ‘what was waiting at the end of the line?’ So I walked by my entry as though to make a cell phone call out of doors. Shortly thereafter, a strange female character (5′ 6″ or so) exited my building walking straight towards me, wearing a seeming disguise of outsize white sunglasses and a pork pie hat. Then her will and her steps seemed to falter, to wobble, and she passed me by). It stands to reason that it was my ex. But on the other hand the whole situation doesn’t stand to reason, so I don’t really know. But my instincts said avoid, and I listen to my instincts.
I recommend to anyone in conflict with a psychopath (here the DPA/DPL and at least three members of his crew) entertain what are normally called paranoid lines of thought. Usually people in these situations aren’t paranoid/justifiably suspicious enough — e.g., that husband who slept with a revolver to protect himself from his wife, who killed him claiming he had rolled over onto his gun, that wife who told her daughter that if anything happened to her it would be by her husband’s hand (whom she still lived with, until he killed her). Were the occurrences above assassination attempts? If (and it’s only an if) that individual was my ex then I suspect so. The way these things work is that there is a publicly declaimed shooter and then a killing shooter in the background (a la “The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance”).
If her therapists read this, which I do believe they do — I had anonymously sent to a suspected conduit the earlier post, To the de Blasio administration, I hereby volunteer to identify NYPD whiteshirt psychopaths, gratis. The conduit immediately knew I had sent it which proves that he/she was in fact a conduit and essentially that they knew about this blog already — they should talk to their client. Maybe they already know whether she owns outsized white famed sunglasses or whether she has read these posts.
If they believe she was involved they should send her to a mental hospital (she’s been in them before) or on a long trip. There’s a real chance that if the events were an assassination attempt that it would have been a double job, with the blame placed on my shoulders no doubt. In a sense she is more of a threat to the psychopathic crew than I am. She knows of their crimes, having participated in them. I haven’t spoken much about criminal behavior on their part, but they crossed that line a long time ago in their invasion of my privacy. Being psychopaths they never figured they’d ever have to pay the piper and my ex got to live my life right along with her own.
Moving to a different subject, when running into psychopaths I’ve never met before I often get the impression that they’d like to thank me for my efforts. They should thank officer DPA/DPL instead. Recently I was at a counter of computer terminals with one other person. I noticed his looking at me and saw both that he recognized me and was a psychopath. Then he began farting (making farting sounds?), some 6 to 8 times. I’m sorry but they were misdirected.