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Originally I was thoroughly a Democratic progressive MSNBC listener.  My conversion happened during the Obama Deception presidency.  Also originally I distrusted the Tea Party.  It now turns out that they are, just about, the Constitution’s only organized defenders.  Occupy, Tahrir Spring, etc. have come and gone, the Tea Party is still here, congratulations.  Progressives, imo, have proven to be more interested in basking in their own goodness than in dealing with the real world.  Finally I consider today’s Democratic Party to be the retard children led by the evil.  It’s a cult of true believer koolaid drinkers.  Delusional fools, arrogant to their bone marrow.

I now consider the progressive movement back to the liberalism of the 60s to be fraudulent, a system designed to make the adherents feel good about themselves while accomplishing next to nothing. Or even contributing to evil outcomes, such as creating an antipoverty mechanism that destroys the nuclear family, or giving ex mental inpatients ’50 dollars and a bus ticket’ and then congratulating themselves on their goodness at having freed the mental patients.

I was guilty of some of this, but definitely believed the movement was reformable. I no longer think so. I am now an independent who votes for the constitution, economic nationalism, a middle class based society, America first, anti-globalism, effective democracy, etc.

I just edited some old posts to avoid confusion. Some of the above were added as a note.

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TLC 6Y87, unmarked police taxi, July 3, 2001

Dated: 010703, 3:19 pm

This car was waiting to for me to turn the other way and almost certainly follow me to the subway at a walking pace from a block back, as it had done multiple, multiple times.

The principal driver (light toned, very dark haired, 5′ 10″ ish caucasian, very arrogant) and his ‘crew’ of psychopathic Don Iquanas, along with an ex, had harassed me using police powers and prerogatives since 1994/5.  It seems he has resurfaced.

This car and license disappeared from the precinct after this date and I never saw it again.  You’d think he knew he had been caught in illegal activity.

He later moved, to NYS DPL 8171, which also disappeared from the neighborhood after I documented its presence in 2011.  The last car I saw him in was a DPA 4(?) something.

Other escapades of his and his crew were giving my ex tours of my apartment and apparently, from the excess noise on the line that only ceased years later when I started official investigations, access to my phone line.  Actually I still hear these phone noises occasionally.  The last time was December 24, 2020, Christmas Eve.  You read that correctly just a few weeks ago.  I guess my ex wanted to say hello.  NYC cops essentially have full freedom to break the law, they just can’t use the information in court.  Here it was just for entertainment, which is a crime.  But for all psychopaths there is no crime if they can’t or won’t be caught.

I first realized that one or more officers had become involved in my life personally was after filing a police report on my ex calling my answering machine 30-40 times a day (back in 92 or 93).  I had a Code-A-Phone machine which counted the calls. The report disappeared and the calls ceased, she was tipped off.

I wouldn’t believe a word this officer, TLC6Y87/DPL8171, says.  Fish swim, birds fly, squirrels climb trees and dirty cops lie.  Cops don’t come dirtier than this one.  Actually, all police officers have a license to lie, even in court under oath, Briscoe v. Lahue, immunity from perjury.

If BLM had any intelligence they’d seek to review this and the many other police immunities.  ‘Defund the Police’ is sheer stupidity that prevents a nuanced approach to police reform (not to mention that the police are in fact a sine qua non of civilization).

I would also like him and his crew to be investigated for possible attempted murder for the incident where there was an attempt to slam me into a barrier on the Jersey turnpike (or perhaps to break check me into a spin on already compromised tires – a screw had been placed through the tread the night before).  This took place within days of my offering the Inspector General of the NYPD to identify psychopathic officers on the force

HEY, HEY, HEY [this was written in segments, over time]!  The third license plate of the “lizard brained” NYPD Officer TLC6Y87/DPL8171 just came to me last night, must have been in a dream.  DPA MACKDADDY – yeah, that’s the ticket.  Now dreams never lie but they do speak in symbols and perhaps emotional truths.  Pimps of course are called mack daddies, because . . . they pick up certain smells from trying out, repeatedly, all their girls.  Mack . . . mackerel . . . get it?

How apt.  He is after all practically the NYPD Slut Master.  Oh, is that ‘slut shaming’?  OK, then, he’s essentially the Manager of the NYPD Whore Auxiliary (‘whore’ used non-pejoratively as another word for working girl).  Now, I had always thought when the police wanted to set someone up that they used actual working girls, prostitutes.  It turns out, from my experience, that they use nice neighborhood girls from local businesses.  BUT, they sort of pay them with sex (to a lizard brained Don Juan, sex is a work tool, like screwdrivers and wrenches to a handyman).  Or rather they seem to be seeking to please their police pimp lovers.

So, what’s the scenario, a badged Lothario comes onto a sales clerk like a Hollywood film lover?  And persuades the young thing that if she really loved  him (here the NYPD pimp officer) she’d turn tricks/do ‘special jobs’ just like those pimps ask in the movies?  Is this A-OK by their oath?  (Of course the lover boys’ targets aren’t always the young, I’ve certainly known mature women of serious professions, such as psychologists or therapists, to fall for these personality calculating, emotionless subtle reflex biological machines.)

They really do come across as equivalent to screen lovers, I’ve seen them in action, their eyes become melting pools of sincerity, etc., etc.  I once knew a Don Juan who was chasing two sisters simultaneously, though one thought she was chasing him.  Then one day, he came in chuckling, saying repeatedly, “I’m such a dog,  I’m such a dog.”  But offered no explanation.  I imagine he presented each with a picture such as this, but considerably more graphic.

Do I need to translate this?  Oh, OK.  NK:  ‘Do you really think I care about the P-word part of your anatomy?  You’ve been had.  I won.’  They are that cold blooded.  (Satan, leave my Instagram.)

What do pimps do (whether real pimps or psycho pimp cops like TLC/DPL/DPA MACKDADDY)?  They have to groom the young girls into acting out of character.  One of the prime ways is to pass the prospective prostitute (or police assistant setter upper of blackmail situations, or of criminal behavior, framed or otherwise) from ‘cool dude’ to ‘cool dude’.

MACKDADDY’s crew (all psychopaths) included an African American of a very young mental age who often hid in plain sight as a panhandler (The NY Daily News had a number of articles on undercover police using homeless/panhandler covers).  But I doubt he was much of a lover, too young emotionally (him:  ‘I once saw my mother coming out of the shower, sooooo scary’).  Then my personal nemesis, a shortish dirty blond tousled hair guy (Klaus Kinski looking), perhaps given to fancy Tecovas boots with lifts.  Then a 6 2ish movie star good looker. Then Gene de P (name approximate if I’ve scrambled it incorrectly after 25 years) who was in group therapy for being a womanizer (bwa, ha, ha — what a great way to meet women).  So MACKDADDY definitely had/has the grooming pals.

Did this conform to his NYPD oath?  The reprobate minded couldn’t care less.  Virtuousness or the appearance of being a good cop is only a cloak for evil.  All psychopaths are reprobate minded.  (It’s a great word — people know it already and it unites the many corrupt of that stripe.  Hopefully it will help people understand psychopathic evil — as opposed to saying, for example, ‘Oh, John Miller could never frame and murder the innocent, he could never kill a cop just for effect.’  Oh no?  What if he is reprobate minded to his very soul?  I would never underestimate John Miller’s capacity for deceptive evil.)

I think commissions should be set up both to reform the NYPD (these commissions happen every few decades) and to review related court cases concerning whether they produced justice or not.

I would like to see the cases against Darryl Littlejohn reviewed – he was found guilty in the murder of Immette St. Guillen and an earlier attack.  Was the older case a set up to ensure guilt in the main case? The causes for suspicion: the demeanor of the complainant, the pep talks for conviction by DA’s office and high NYPD brass that involved the head (“K”) of the evidence lab (sheer impropriety), the involvement in the lab of relatives of the NYPD connected other person of interest (the bar owner), etc. (Discussed briefly in
https://pathwhisperer.info/2011/12/22/sociopathy-and-the-nypd/.)

Does the NYPD have pockets of the reprobate criminal minded who frame and sometimes even murder people or not?  Is there a criminal ‘deep NYPD/DA’s office’ or not?

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I never threaten anyone, am nonviolent, and never break the law (that I know of), but I do believe in expressing myself.

I am very unhappy at seeing you accompanying that teenage young lady around the neighborhood.   I see three possibilities, one that you are offering sincere friendship and guidance as she steps out in the wider world — except that I don’t think this is in your repertoire, two, that you are grooming her for herself, or three, that you are grooming her for the local NYPD rapetilian/lizard loverboy hominoids that I believe you are acquainted with.

I do not want to see her someday ‘batting her eyes’ at me while constantly checking with her NYPD lover/coach on the sidelines.  This has happened to me twice, openly, and by inference, one other time.

She doesn’t deserve whatever you are offering her.  But then you and the NYPD rapetilians are psychopaths and other human beings are simply pawns in that world.

We can stop pretending to be friends.  If we cross paths, I will not be acknowledging your presence, kindly do the same.

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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.

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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 fentynyl 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.

 

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For quite a while I’ve been cyberstalked by a self admitted adword hacker who is also a psychopathic NYPD officer (https://pathwhisperer.info/2017/08/31/my-own-nypd-badged-secret-psycho-cyberstalkerstalker/).  The ad below is now showing up with great frequency.Most of my psycho stalkers hacked adword ads are clear and pointed death threats.  They started showing up when I started a FOIL (Freedom of Information Law) process against the NYPD — there is something he doesn’t want to come out.

He even threatens my dog.  On 11/14/17 this was the only ad that showed up for around a hour and half, tens of times during that period.

Same mutt color, same dark muzzle, same shape ears (one is even lop eared from a bite), obvious German shepherd blood — I take the 30 or 40 of these showing up in one evening, replacing all other ads, as a threat.

So what’s the point of the young lady in the Ebook ad?  A couple months ago I ran into a 30ish young lady with this same hair dye and very similar looks in the neighborhood.  Then I realized I knew her, sort of.  A year and a half ago we used chat down in the dog run, though I never knew her name and haven’t seen her in the park since then.  Does this ad refer to her?  And if so, why?  Psychopathic undercover cops in this precinct already have tried to have another dog walker pick me up (while her cop handler and obvious lover coached from the sidelines — I kid you not).  I don’t know if there is a similar or other plan here, but it creeps me out.

Plus I want to put all the above in public record.

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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?]

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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 De P, if he is in fact an NYPD officer.  I was introduced to a Eugene DeP____ (De P__?) 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?]

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Bad guys such as psychopathic disgraces to law enforcement.

Lyrebird Can Listen and Copy Any Voice in One Minute
Lyrebird steals your voice to make you say things you didn’t – and we hate this future

I’m sure the NYPD rogue psychos have samples of my voice.  Some twenty years ago an ex was “adopted” by a group of genetic psychopaths wearing NYPD badges (one of them is my current cyberstalker).  Not only did they give her tours of my apartment but also access to my phone line (I’m sure the DA’s office still has a record of my unsuccessful attempt to persuade them to investigate).  I believe her prime “protector” was the individual assigned the unmarked police car DPL8171, in the 1990s he had driven an unmarked Taxi police car.  Both cars disappeared from the neighborhood after my documenting their use in ‘harassment by police’ on behalf of my ex.

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I’m asking for assistance in getting to the bottom of a situation that has blighted my life for some time. There are enough people reading this who know me and this situation. For some years, I have been plagued by a character assassination campaign. Some, who I feel know me perfectly well, have from one day to the next chosen to face the wall rather than acknowledge me or seemed even very frightened of me. I have no idea what motivates them. The situation is truly insane, which is why I believe there is a psychopathic spider at the center of this web, currently probably the owner of the DPA/DPL license tags (I suspect, but don’t know for a fact, that these are NYPD tags), or perhaps a psychopathic group therapy client of my ex’s therapist.  I’ve faced psychopathic tag teaming, gang stalking since the start of my work on psychopathy (though it actually started slightly earlier with personal conflict with particular psychopaths).  The fact that the allegation(s) is/are apparently convincing is meaningless.  Psychopaths are called confidence artists for a reason, they inspire confidence and the truth is irrelevant to them.

I don’t know whether these are all related, but first I noticed that members of an ex’s therapy group, suddenly become afraid of me. Some time later, I understand my ex had plastic surgery, becoming unrecognizable. I have no idea what she looks like. One night after thinking I might be in her presence (the rest of the group had been there) my wife and I were awoken around 3 am by two fax polling calls, from a number that turned out to be her personal number. She made fax polling calls to various phone numbers linked to me for over ten years. (Further, if interested, To the de Blasio administration, I hereby volunteer to identify NYPD whiteshirt psychopaths, gratis.)

I had nothing to do with any cause of her choosing to have plastic surgery. If she thought so, her therapists should have hospitalized her until she recovered from that psychotic break, if that was the cause. However, they are scared of me also. Once my wife and I were seated next to them in a restaurant and from their panicked glances at each other one would have thought Satan had sat near them. ‘Was it something I said? Wait, I hadn’t spoken to them in some 15 years. Oh, waiter . . .” There were other occurrences, though very rare, because I only ran in to them once or twice a year around our shared neighborhood. However, it culminated in 2012, when the husband (both are therapists) — well, I’m not inside his head, so let me give several possibilities — when the husband sought to menace/threaten me by lunging his car at me from a standing start all the while in the parking lane, or perhaps it was an impulsive murder attempt, or perhaps he always does jackrabbit starts and drives in the parking lane whenever possible and enjoys scattering pedestrians, I don‘t know. Clearly the lad was confused, so rather than having him arrested I had an attorney write a letter, my wish being to find out the motive for his bizarre behavior not his punishment. But nothing came of it. (See, For the record (private message transmitted publicly) and the de Blasio link above.)

In 2002, Sue Hudgins, the COO of PaineWebber’s Municipal Security Group (later UBS’s), came into a kitchen, stopped when she saw me and said “Something stinks in here,” and left. From then on she only glared at me in seeming disgust, though previously we had gotten along well, usually sharing small friendly conversations when we ran into each other.

Researchers into family life and psychopathy might be interested in interviewing Ms. Hudgins.  I believe her father and at least two of her husbands were/are psychopaths.  The children of psychopaths are very easy to recognize, there’s a constellation of deeply humiliated personality traits.

A witness that I was friendly with, said she’d try to find out the whyfors of Ms. Hudgins’ behavior towards me.  Shortly she stopped talking to me also. ‘Huh, what??” I subsequently got into some trouble at work threatening legal action. At the time my father had said that I was attempting to accomplish with a jerk when a steady pull was called for. Since then my father has passed away and I still am in the dark. I had told him that I didn’t see why anyone would necessarily ever come forward. People don’t like involving themselves in possible legal complications, and people seem instinctively reluctant to involve themselves in anything messy or fantastical. And of course, now the situation is 10 – 20 times more fantastical. Also if the lie is big enough, the accused is essentially considered guilty until proven innocent (“No empath cares anything about proofs“, “Of course we shall never prove that he is responsible for it; but what does that matter?”, Psychopathic character assassination and murder-by-suicide as depicted in Orwell’s Burmese Days).

This is not a small thing. It’s like being in a boxing match with a ghost. We’re social animals, the feeling that the world is a thin layer of crust over lava underneath is crippling (see, From Country of Liars: Character Assassination). The psychopath survivor blogs talk of difficulty in concentrating and/or becoming hypervigilant in response.

In 2013 I entered into an academic program to move into a new direction and assure myself and my loved ones of financial security in my old age. At first it went very well, I found myself striding confidently into an eagerly awaited future, just like young people are supposed to do. I am not young of course, but it was a new beginning. But then my concentration started sliding, as the split concentration and the worry reasserted itself.

Hypervigilance is not all bad. I notice things that are “wrong” unconsciously. Regarding that car that had almost slammed me into a divider (see, Should I be concerned), I hadn’t taken my eye off of it since it entered the highway, something was just “wrong” about the way it was being driven.

Plus it once enabled me to stop a violent mugging in progress (Oct. 2011). I was driving west on Central Park North approaching Adam Clayton Powell Boulevard when I noticed two people in the dusk walking with one very close behind. Something seemed wrong. Then I saw them walking side by side and relaxed, thinking, ‘ah, boyfriend and girlfriend.’ However when they started merry-go-rounding around a contested bag, my response was, ‘oh, so that’s what’s going down,” and was able to respond immediately.

Now, the sequence above took place in my peripheral vision and the peripheral part of my mind. My main mind was concentrating on driving, paying attention to the other cars around me, planning my route, etc. However, once my peripheral mind realized what was happening, my main mind was ready to go, with no uptake of the slack and no confusion. The problem then was how to affect the outcome of the situation down the block which could be over in seconds. So I started gunning the engine, honking the horn, flashing the lights all to convey onrushing trouble for the perp. As I jammed on the brakes and turned to drive onto the curb, the mugger dropped his hold and ran back against the direction of traffic. The woman said that he had kept looking back and forth at me on the way and then at her and the bag, until fleeing. Fortunately my plan worked, for he had already slashed her in the neck with a knife and if another attempt had connected with an artery, things could have turned out very badly. (See, Should I worry about this (I don’t remember why I put the account there).)

However one needs to be able to concentrate fully in life. (After being laid off I also tried teaching myself piano and also guitar, but I couldn’t do it.  I’m a professionally trained actor and singer, so these skills could have amounted to livelihoods.) The stress and split concentration affects all aspects of on one’s life. My wife: “Why do I always have to repeat everything twice, you don’t listen.” A physical activity teacher: “It’s not that you can’t hear, it’s that you aren’t listening.” Me: “Did you coordinate that with my wife?”  (See “Country of Liars” link above.)

2015 is the final year I can start that academic program in time to finish in the time allotted. Somebody who knows me needs to stand up and let me in on the secret. “It is important that no charges be answerable” is no way to live (See, Psychopathic character assassination and murder-by-suicide as depicted in Orwell’s Burmese Days). In life as in court one deserves to know the charges against oneself. What’s so hard to understand about that?

Informing me anonymously would be fine, the only comment field necessary is the comment itself. Using a copy center/internet café would hide a personal IP address. My email is pathwhisperer@yahoo.com, that’s another possibility, plus use a free email account if desired. But this nonsense has gone on long enough. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

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