Around the nabe

I once knew this person from demos, way back when, but I no longer remember his name.  “Oscar” comes to mind, but that might be wrong.  I’m not implying he is a psychopath.

I believe he is (or was) my new checker-upper-er.  For example a day after I came out of a hospital, I’m walking uptown, and I notice him pacing me on the other side of Broadway for 2-3 blocks.  What the hay?!  Then he speeds up and a few minutes later, he’s walking towards me on my side, studying me.  There was a street market, but he wasn’t looking at anything else.  (The doctors had said I had gotten ill because I had gone cold turkey on certain medications after my pharmacy kept claiming not to have received the refill order – though my personal doctor said they had spoken to the pharmacy directly.  The no paper prescription law is a serious problem.)  Then recently, one day he’s walking in traffic lanes against the direction of travel until he passes by my car directly.  Again, that was after I had been extremely ill.  A little odd.  (For a long time I was either deathly ill or perfectly fine, now it may take me a little while to feel fine, plus I have internal organ damage.)

All my other checker-upper-ers have been psychopaths.  He’s not.  Interesting.

Annoying neighborhood psychopaths and anomalous occurrences

I’ve decided to take pics of annoying neighborhood psychopaths (or probable psychopaths).  The criteria could be almost anything.  1) I might find them annoying for no known reason, that’s good enough for me.  If my emotional reaction says they are annoying, I assume the cause just hasn’t reached my consciousness yet.  (I’m with those who say every psychological growth stage is still within our psyche and can be drawn on.  I urge everone to reintegrate with their 5/6 year old self who knew whom they liked or trusted).  2) It might seem to me that I run into them too often.  3)  It might seem that they keep showing up in too timely a manner as though checking up on my health after attacks.

Unfortunately this is a pic of a pic.  I do have him on higher quality video also.  Regarding the above I would say that he qualifies on all 3 categories above.

A nearby store has been the site of a number of anomalous occurrences (were they more than that?, you tell me).  I hesitate to discuss such matters, it seems to lose me visitors and commenters.  Oh, well.

I used to go to this store almost everyday for a coffee and a pastry.  One day there’s an individual, whom I had never seen before, in front of me at the self serve coffee machine.  Nothing unusual, except I really disliked him, for no known reason.  And then, he left the milk out for me — ah, a nice guy.  Then I see there’s only enough milk left in the carton for one cup of coffee.  That’s odd.  Then I see there’s another open milk container in the refridgerator section.  That’s very odd.  I’d never, ever seen two open cartons in this very small store at the same time.  Who wants a stinking coffee anyway?  Two anomalies are enough for me to alter my path.  There was also at least one more anomalous event concerning a cup of coffee there.

I also used to buy a particular chocolate bar almost everyday.  One day I went in and there were 7 – 8 individuals crowded around the cashier at the candy counter.  I had to sort of push through just barely able to reach the bars.  However somebody had conveniently left a bar sitting flat on top of all the others making it easier to grab, what a nice person.  So I grabbed it and left a dollar on the counter.  Then as I left with chocolate, I suddenly realized that all the people around the counter knew each other and were sort of moving in coordination (obviously I trust messages from my subconscious).  Plus the responses of the few that I had to squeeze by with ‘excuse me, excuse me,” seemed wrong to me.  One of the things that is impossible in this world is pretending not to know someone (it doesn’t matter if they pretend to ignore you or if they engage with you).  They recognized me.  Who wants a stinking chocolate?

The individual in the pic didn’t play a part in any of the above occurrences.  But he did play a peripheral part in another anomalous event.  I have to qualify this story as being from the ‘I’d never believe it, if it hadn’t happened to me’ file drawer.  There was another store where I would often buy a particular item.  One day as I approach the door I see the same neighborhood psychopath (or likely psychopath) chatting with a plain clothes policeman sitting on a milk crate pretending to be a homeless panhandler (recognizing undercover cops).  OK.  Then immediately inside the door there is a fake mentally ill homeless person wearing five or six shirts.  OK  How do I know he was fake, his ‘intent’ was all wrong.  Then I noticed that he actually wasn’t doing anything, just standing there.  So I went over to the proper shelf, and there was only one sample of the item available.  OK.  Then, in the line, the guy behind me struck up a small conversation — but he didn’t look at me as though I were a stranger.  OK.  Then as I walked from the front of the line to the cash register clerk, he suddenly said , ‘oops, he had forgotten his money and would have to come back’ and left the line.  OK.  However both he and the five shirt fake mentally ill person seemed to suddenly relax and almost smile at my making the purchase.  Hmm.  Then as I left the store I stepped around the corner of the building to make a cell phone call.  Then the fake homeless cop almost knocked me down tearing around the corner carrying his milk crate as though his shift was over.  Hmmm.  That’s too many anomalies for me, who wants this stinking item anyway?

The fake homeless cop (undercover cops use this ruse quite frequently) would be easy to ID.  He’s around 6′ 2 or 3″, ruddy complextion – would sun burn easily, 40s maybe, lanky physique but very muscular, tousled dirty blondish hair, 2 or 3 inches, toothy, rangey (if that means anything), etc.

Some might say all the above have credible reasons for happening as they happened and that I’m imagining things.  OK, maybe, but I don’t think so.  I say that the reason that I’m alive and Kathy Krajco, Linda Mealey and others are dead is that I read intent and they didn’t.  There are some 12 to 15 psychopathy truth martyrs as I look at it, a few had mysterious deaths, the others died from seemingly natural disease processes — but I wouldn’t bet money that that was true.

Another day I’m sitting in a local coffee shop.  I notice a psychopath I’d never seen in the neighborhood before in the ordering line.  However, he displayed no intent of actually desiring a coffee or a bagel, displayed no ‘yum, yum, yummy, I can’t wait for my bagel’ anticipation.  Further I suddenly realized (there I go again) that his intent was hostile and that I was his target.  He left before me.  As I left some 5, 10 minutes later, I see him walking at an angle to intercept me.  So I walk along and suddenly stop when we are about two feet apart and we stand there staring at each other.  That’s close enough so there are no secrets and it was obvious that this psychopath knew and hated me.  But I actually didn’t sense any intent of immediate harm.  I’ve noticed before that sometimes psychopaths like to ‘mark’ their targets.  The actual attack took place later that day.  In NYC there are often one/two story scaffolds up around buildings for building inspections.  The way they are built funnel pedestrians into two lanes and if there is a sidewalk cafe into one lane.  You could call it a double pinch point.  So I’m walking through such a double pinch point (across the street from the first cafe) and suddenly someone rushing by me brushes me physically in his hurry.  I’m thinking,’whoa, I guess he was in a hurry.’  Then, ‘wait a minute, that was with purposeful intent, he brushed against me purposely, what’s going on here?’  So I spun around and there’s a woman around six inches behind me, holding her purse up to her chest with one hand, while removing something from it with the other, while staring intently at what had been the back of my head.  She must have moved in close in coordination with the brush by, I was supposed to notice only the brush by.  Unfortunately I didn’t have the presence of mind to tackle her and empty her purse.  She snatched her hand out of her purse and just hurried away.  A fentanyl swab behind the ears (http://time.com/khaled-mashaal/)?  A psychotic anxiety level causing agent (i.e. to cause suicide)?  A prussic acid aerosol to cause a heart attack (or something more up to date)?  Who knows?

Anyway, the idividual pictured at the top has lately been looking at me like the cat that ate the canary, so I decided to write this down.

 

He’s baaa-aaack!


This is a message from a psychopathic NYPD cop.  I don’t understand why I am not being protected from him.  Normal police officers, with normal human brains, you owe him no loyalty.  Psychopathic brains differ from ours.

If anyone in the NYPD, Internal Affairs, the Civilian Complaint Review Board, or the AG’s office is seeking to identity him, the closest I can come is Klaus Kinski’s photo below.  He had the same haircut and hair color the times I saw him from 1995 through spring, 2016, but with weirder eyes.  Do the equivalent of photo yearbooks exist?  Plus, do officers have to register non-NYPD supplied firearms?

More:  My own NYPD-badged secret psycho cyberstalker/stalker.

This add showed up within days of filing a second Freedom of Information Law (FOIL) request of the NYPD.  It’s obvious that he has something to hide (he followed similar timing before).  He should be arrested immediately for attempting to derail the FOIL process through threatening murder (which I personally believe he is quite capable of attempting).

[Private:  To the third party psychopath, why involve yourself?  What would it gain you?  Or was that you, ‘Klaus’, threatening an uninvolved individual?]

My own NYPD-badged secret psycho cyberstalker/stalker

This ad has only shown up three times over the years.  Usually too fast to be able to grab a screenshot.  There is simply no way this ad could be innocent.  Why would he brag about hacking Adwords?  For the same reason teenage psychopathic criminals film their rapes of school mates or beatings of homeless victims.  Psychopaths aren’t self referential (one of their arrested development traits), they need feedback from the outside world to assure themselves of the worth (or wickedness) of their deeds.  Plus what good is it to get over someone without letting them know.  Thus when he started giving an ex of mine tours of my apartment almost 20 years ago, he used to turn electronic devices on and off, it’s called gaslighting.  Solid proof to me, unbelievable to others (such as PAAs, police administrative assistants, who take complaints).  Often in gaslighting campaigns one isn’t really sure:  “Maybe I did leave those windshield wipers on”, etc.  But here components/devices were left on I hadn’t used in years.

The death threats started showing up during my NYPD FOIL application seeking details and source of a character assassination campaign against myself — I believe he is the source and his response supports that.  They’ve gone through various stages after I mentioned them in the same FOIL application, and in complaints to the CCRB, NYPD IAB, the AG’s office, in court filings and to an officer assigned to investigate the matter.  First the ads mostly featured guns and other weapons, then ‘dangerous looking’ flashlights (I’m not kidding, see below), then “Rest in Peace” ads, then ads featuring the words ‘dead’ or ‘kill’.  And every once in a while he brings old ones back.

 

This one was a ‘two-fer’, so are bodies.

The two ads above are curious.  For a while dry ads regarding Peyronie’s disease were showing up.  Then this one with the humorous graphics appeared.  What does it mean?  I don’t have Peyronie’s of course, I’m normal.  Oh wait, we are all normal to ourselves.  Maybe I should check.  Hey anybody have a Playboy and a Viagra?!  That’s the ticket!  This may be a serious matter however.  For framing purposes it helps to have distinguishing details such as birthmarks, moles, individual physical traits, etc.  There have already been a couple pick-up attempts by women I barely knew, within sight of their NYPD plainclothes handlers (I kid you not).  Will they be content with failure or will they cook up something?

(It should be noted that there was an extreme sexual charge between these ladies and their NYPD handlers.  So they were trying to please a lover.  They should sue the NYPD for rape.  Or advertise and make it a class action suit.  Of course at the time they wouldn’t have felt it was rape, but once slammed down for being of no use perhaps they changed their minds.  ‘Whatever it Takes’, ‘By any Means Necessary‘ are the mottos of psychopathic law enforcement units.  Sex means nothing more to them than taking an inflatable doll to bed or two people scratching each other behind their elbows simultaneously.  Of course I find it disquieting that by being friendly to me these ladies became prey for badged lizard Lotharios.

Psychopathic Don Juans are simply out of this world skillful, almost unbelievably so — emotional shapeshifters of quantum speed.  Perhaps they were coached by an Officer Eugene Depasse, if he is in fact an NYPD officer.  I was introduced to a Eugene Depasse (De Pas?) at a wedding between members of my ex’s therapy group (Nancy Becker, therapist) as I recall.  Also I was told privately that Gene had stated that he had come to therapy in order to stop living the womanizer life.  Ha, ha, ha.  Most likely, this psychopath was trying to understand his failures, join art to science, become an even more talented womanizer.  All psychopaths, no matter their intelligence, essentially live as strangers in a strange land, surrounded by others doing things for reasons they can’t understand.  So group therapy with normals could be very useful to them, but extremely dangerous to the normals.  Not being an insider I don’t know if Gene surreptitiously took over the group (as they often do places of work) but I believe Ms. Becker allowed him and probably other psychopathic clients to ruin the lives of clients.  I do have some memory of being told he was some kind of officer, perhaps it was NYPD.  The two NYPD Lotharios in question here, were one, a tall, 6′ 1″ or 2″ good looking Caucasian young man with solid brown hair, the other, a sort of roly poly individual in his forties, 5’ 8″to 10″ of Mediterranean complexion, both very arrogant.)

The appearance of this last ad was chilling.  It appeared on the evening of August 23, within an hour of my having bought an 4-pack of an identically packaged similar diet drink.  It would seem the murderous, psychopathic punk is stalking me.  I don’t understand why I can’t get protection from his Cape Fearing, cyber and otherwise.  This is a rogue, bad apple, criminal cop who should be arrested — for stalking, issuing death threats, trying to derail a FOIL and Art. 78 proceeding by same, investigated for possible attempted murder, and, though it may be hard to prove, for phone tapping and black bag entry for purposes of providing info/entertainment to an ex.

This one was even more chilling.  

It appeared the day after I had gone to a 24 hour flat fix joint late at night after finding a screw in my tire tread.  What does this ad mean?  That he was following/stalking me?  That he had placed that screw there (again) and was laughing at me because I couldn’t prove anything (https://pathwhisperer.info/2014/09/09/is-there-a-training-day-crew-in-the-nypd-and-are-they-targetting-me/)?  It has since appeared five or six more times.

Of course it’s another ‘two-fer’, he’s also calling me a slime.

For a brief period in May I was shadowed by a particular unmarked police car while dog walking.  Sometimes the occupant would even wave from close behind his illegally dark front window.  I could see his waving hand and arm, but nothing else of him.  He had parallel parked his car in a tight parking space.  I considered his action then, and consider it so now, to be a threat of imminent attack.  For awhile similar police cars also had illegally dark license plate covers in addition to the illegally dark front window, but the Village Voice’s Nick Pinto seems to have put an end to that. This car had plate number NYS EGR 6154, I believe, a smallish red Chevy, probably an Impala.  Perhaps this is my perp.

UPDATE, Oct. 9, 2017:  My mother and sister report that they have been receiving numerous hang up calls.  It should be noted that they no longer live at home due to a serious fire.

UPDATE, Oct. 25,2017:  He’s baaa-aaack!

This is a message from a psychopathic NYPD cop.  I don’t understand why I am not being protected from him.  Normal police officers, with normal human brains, you owe him no loyalty.  Psychopathic brains differ from ours.

If anyone in the NYPD, Internal Affairs, the Civilian Complaint Review Board, or the AG’s office is seeking to identity him, the closest I can come is Klaus Kinski’s photo below.  He had the same haircut, same color, the times I saw him from 1995 through spring, 2016, but with weirder eyes.  Do the equivalent of photo yearbooks exist?  Plus, do officers have to register non-NYPD supplied firearms?

This add showed up within days of my filing a second Freedom of Information Law (FOIL) request of the NYPD.  It’s obvious that he has something to hide (he followed similar timing before).  He should be arrested immediately for attempting to derail the FOIL process through threatening murder (which I personally believe he is quite capable of attempting).

[Private:  To the third party psychopath, why involve yourself?  What would it gain you?  Or was that you, ‘Klaus’, threatening an uninvolved individual?]

Title: U-S-A, U-S-A, United States of Assassinations; Subtitle: Oopsie, it seems some people don’t appreciate being termed probable psychopaths

      

A relative of mine received a call last week.  The caller asked for my relative by name, when the answer was in the affirmative, the caller replied “murder, murder, murder”.  ‘I’se paid my money, and I’se taken my chances.’  They haven’t.  They didn’t sign up for this.  Therefore I am going public.

There have always be reasons to do so and reasons not to do so.  a) One always wishes for a higher level of proof, not just to make bald assertions.  b) I have enough problem with readers’ Assumed Normalcy Bias on the main subject, let alone on high tech assassination attempts.  c) My comment numbers have never recovered from my first account of a remotely induced arrhythmia attack (presumably through microwave technology) in It seems I’m being harassed — though, in fact, I had left out the punch line that it had been an assassination attempt.  So until now, I have chosen not to take this matter public.  However I can’t allow my relatives to be threatened.  Plus I have always owed it to others in danger, to warn them so they can recognize situations and take proper precautions.  Plus, recently the threats to myself have perhaps become physical again.  So here it is.

To those suffering from Assumed Normalcy Bias/Disorder/Psychosis and believe they can always pound triangular pegs into square holes in support of the world as they think they know it — this is not for you.  I have no desire to engage you.  This is a warning to those who need to be made aware of danger.

I am claiming that the arrhythmias shown above were induced remotely.  What else could I conclude, if the arrhythmias came and went with physical obstacles?  The time I started to realize this was during the 2011 attack above (which only covered two days and rarely repeated until this series).  On Seventh Ave. and 49th, there’s a subway entrance at a corner of a building.  At the very corner is a massive support column for the whole building.  Feeling poorly, I stepped out of the foot traffic to rest leaning against the interior of this column.  Immediately my heart started collecting itself, coming back into rhythm.  I was flabbergasted.  In the current series, one time I was walking on Broadway heading uptown, and suddenly my bare arms became physically warm (this only happened that one time) and Ali and Foreman started going at it in my chest.  As luck would have it, I was half a block from a scaffolded building.  So within 10 seconds I was starting to respond positively.  A block further, we were sitting in a restaurant.  Within 5 minutes I was totally fine.  I have many stories like this.

It seems that assassinations have gone medical and thus almost invisible.  The techniques seem to work over distances, through some materials, including windows.

These attacks commenced shortly after publishing and sending to the administration and de Blasio attorneys the post, Psychopaths gone wild jurisprudence, the psychopathic weaponization of the legal system and misuse of the law for political hits, psychopaths walking among us include . . ., in June of 2016.  The possible ‘psychopaths walking among us include[d]’:  Eric Holder, William Canary, and later, John J. Miller and Rikki Klieman (Clear and present danger).

I do have defenses and work arounds, so I no longer have the extreme arrhythmias of the top left two examples.  I don’t wish to state what they are, in case they have work arounds for my work arounds.  But it is not rocket science, research what interacts with microwaves and try all-the-above.  If the cause is not actually microwave in origin, the defenses would still interact with many other electro-magnetic waves also.

Let me add, at least this is a validation of my work.

Other attempts or anomalous occurrences

This anomalous, almost perfect crime vehicle showed up on the same day as two other serious anomalous occurrences.  Note this vehicle had illegally dark windows, including the front window, the front license plate was kicked in at an acute angle making any license plate hard to read even without the illegally dark plastic plate cover this one had.  The human eye could not read it, the digital camera pulled out the contrast however.  The back license plate illegally had duct tape partially covering the numbers.  I don’t have any hard evidence linking it to myself, however I change my route, plans, get out a camera, etc. simply on encountering anomalies.

 

To my ex and her criminal cop friends: Get the hell off my phone line

Last night once again I heard those sounds that I know to be my ex tapping my phone line, or rather, the cops tapping the line for her.  Of course, as the psychopathic cop said in Training Day, it’s not what you know, it’s what you can prove that counts.

Here’s how it goes.  You go to non-NYPD law enforcement, say the DA’s office.  You say, ‘I think my phone is being tapped — there are unusual sounds and the suspect shows up where I am by surprising coincidence.’  They say, ‘OK, have that verified by the phone company.’  ‘But they work hand in hand with the local police.’  ‘How do you know the police are involved?  Is she living with a police officer?  In any case, only the phone company has the capabilities, we don’t.’

For decades, the NYPD has been unconstitutionally allowed to illegally bug suspects, they just can’t use the information in court.  But they can gather it as they wish.  This really means they can tap anyone they want.  The phone company and their technicians know this full well, essentially becoming their accomplices.

So you call Bell Atlantic/Verizon, ‘Please check my line for taps.’  ‘OK, will do.’  Then the day before the appointment there’s a message on your answering machine saying ‘Hello, this is the telco, with a reminder that you have an appointment tomorrow to check your phone line for taps.’  Shortly, an hour or so later, the line is as clean as a whistle.  There isn’t a whisper of additional noise.  And, of course, nothing is found.  It might as well be a code to tell cops to temporarily clean up their act.  No phone company will ever find a police phone tap.

I once was talking to a technician at a spy shop looking for something that would detect police taps.  He had nothing. He also said, he couldn’t foresee an officer risking his career in such a manner.  I said, if he can’t be caught then what’s the risk, and why would he ever stop?  And to myself I said, particularly a what-me-worry, can’t-possibly-lose psychopathic police officer ever stop.  This case may be the Guinness world record for longest period of phone tapping — over a decade, under two.

For a time, five – eight years, it seemed to be twenty-four/seven, as though someone was living my life with me.  Also a girlfriend of the time even said, ‘I don’t want to sound crazy, but I think my phone may be tapped.’  Then it fell to a few days a week, or once a week, or just a couple times a month.  When I started this series of posts in June the problem disappeared, after being a steady once a week.  In the last couple weeks it seems to be back.

On the other question, ‘How do you know police are involved.’  So I hire the services of an database private eye.  There is no obvious link.  Unfortunately the results are left on my answering machine, against my request.  (If you don’t give contact info to private eyes they get nervous about your motives.  So I gave them contact info, but requested that they not use it.  Oh well.  Private detectives are also annoying in another way:  a psychopathic detective will NEVER find any information on a psychopath — which is amazing.)

In NYC, there is no designed mechanism to complain about the local police.  Any complaints will be forwarded to the local precinct.  Early in the process, I filed a complaint in another precinct concerning 20-30 calls a day to my answering machine.  I was told that the complaint couldn’t get a file number until it was forwarded to the home precinct, which it was, the report then disappeared as did the calls.

Moreover the DA’s office has a conflict of interest.  Police cooperation is necessary for their cases.  It is against their interest to act on an anonymous citizen’s complaint.

New York City needs an independent prosecutor for police misconduct or an independent investigatory body with subpoena powers and the power to appoint temporary prosecutors.

More fun with the NYPD, or is it more serious?

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.

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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.