Rerun

 

It's been a year since I posted the information below and we now have a federal administration that 1) hates the FBI, and 2)advocates strongly for using the death penalty, so I think it's time to rerun the following information.

"Cyber Stalking Leading to Death" will get you life in jail!

 My friend Medawar has published a new post that I am sharing here with permission. I must point out that because this stuff is done primarily by computers and phones, law enforcement is able to trace who accessed what when.

I will repeat the important link Medawar provides in text form at the end of this post to prevent messing with it. Here then is his post in its entirety for your consideration.

"Cyber Stalking Leading to Death" will get you life in jail!

 There has been a successful Federal prosecution for this crime, details now released by the FBI. It is worth noting that this was effectively also a gangstalking case insofar as the primary defendant was found to have had help on the night when things progressed to the actual killing and, given the intensity of the stalking (and blackmail attempts) which preceded this, it's quite likely that he would have sought to share the workload before this.

(Note to police, FBI and NCA: if a victim is alleging offences that seem like an impossible amount of work for a single offender, you must give weight to the possibility of conspiracy and/or common purpose as well as that the victim is simply mistaken. The latter course will only reduce your workload and help your career if it is really true: if the victim turns out to be correct you've just blown away your career, reputation and pension. The safest course is to check for this kind of thing, because it's always going to be more common than suggested by official statistics (which are primarily designed to get your political bosses re-elected).

No mention is made of sentences for the two known accomplices, which may indicate either that they still face further local charges in Independence, Missouri, or that they felt the need to cut a deal with the Federal authorities. Had they been proved to have assisted with the cyber-stalking phase of the case, they could easily have faced the same penalty. 

This highlights the enormous risks being run by anyone playing even a minor role in stalking, gangstalking and cyber-stalking offences, because simply doing what you are told by the sort of person likely to become head of such a gang, you are making yourself legally responsible for the actions of someone not in their right mind!

There's more than one Federal law these days that can be used to prosecute such cases, depending largely on whether or not the abuse of computer technology was involved (bugs, spyware, tracking devices, and tracking apps on the victim's phone all count and not very many stalking gangs fail to use at least one of those!) Even when it's all done by word of mouth, it's still a conspiracy to deny rights and when that results in death (or kidnapping) the penalty can be life imprisonment or death, if the current administration is minded to permit the latter.

In the United Kingdom there is no such thing as a Federal crime; just varying degrees of severity or public interest which might divert a case from Crown or Sheriff's court to the Old Bailey or the Court of Sessions. But there is a an over-arching principle that participants in a conspiracy share responsibility for what the conspiracy does and there is also a law of Common Purpose, which requires even participants in a spontaneous offence to share responsibility for its outcome. Beyond that, a gang member can be and often is, charged with "assisting an offender in..." whatever the crime was. 

The cosy feeling of security in being a gang member or going along with workplace bullying is a legal illusion, because by doing so you make yourself responsible for the final outcome of that activity, however dreadful that might be. And the dreadfulness of the outcome is determined by the most psychopathic or sociopathic personality within the gang, or workplace. Everyone accosted by a bully or participant in a feud of any kind, needs to ask themselves the simple question: "what's the worst thing this person might do?" before doing anything that might help them do it.

There's probably at least a dozen followers in jail for every leader who managed to get himself jailed rather than letting someone else go to jail for him.

Bob Dylan: "don't follow leaders, who rob the parking meters!"

Drugs and Snuff Films

What follows here is the third installment in my series of posts on things that go together.  All three posts together form a coherent series and are meant to be taken as parts of a whole.  And every word in each of them is critically important!

I think everyone nowadays is aware that the scourge of illegal drugs—the societal woes it causes and the organized crime networks it spawns—is international in scope. Banking issues and transfers of cash related to the illegal drug trade are both world-wide and potentially traceable, and cash transfers between countries have the added issues of conversions and conversion rates.

One way organized crime gets around these monetary problems is to trade or barter for illegal drugs instead of paying for them in cash. The practice of trading or bartering for desired goods predates paying for goods with cash by a considerable margin of time in history and is actually still quite commonplace in certain areas overseas. Indeed, original Northern European settlers of the town in which I live famously signed what is said to be the only peace treaty with Native Americans that has never been broken as part of a deal where both money and goods were paid by the settlers in exchange for protection from attacks.

In order for a barter system for illegal drugs to work, potential purchasers must have something to trade that is of value to the sellers. In the Middle East (a region of major opiate production), this is often Mexican vanilla, which is a popular addition to coffee in the many cafes there. Once my friend Medawar explained this to me, I remembered hearing my former mother-in-law and some of her lady-friends talking about bringing back whole suitcases of Mexican vanilla from their trips down there, supposedly to bake with, although in retrospect, the amounts seem to have been rather excessive.

Medawar has also explained to me that in the Far East, gambling on sporting events is extremely popular, so anyone having inside information on which players in a particular match might be playing injured, for example, could potentially trade this information for drugs there.

I'm told that the other item of great value in the Far East when it comes to purchasing power for illegal drugs is hardcore pornography. There is a huge market for this particular evil over there, with such sales largely unchecked and the desire for new and fresh photos, movies, and victims remaining constant. In this regard, “snuff films” in which victims are brutalized, tortured, and murdered in front of a camera, are especially valuable as trade items for drugs.

The making of snuff films is particularly attractive to psychopathic killers, because their poor behavioral control, in combination with their need to self-medicate in order to control behaviors they need to conceal from others, makes them extremely vulnerable to addictions of all sorts. [See the Merck Manual for more information on psychopaths and addiction.] Besides commonly having multiple substance addictions (like illegal drugs) and addictions to gambling, psychopathic killers are addicted to the feelings they get when they are killing, so the making of snuff films offers a way to fuel their initial thrill from the killings themselves, their insatiable need to relive the killing over and over again by repeatedly watching the films, and their need to purchase substances they are hooked on.

In the Far East markets for hardcore pornography in general and snuff films in particular, attractive Western victims command the highest prices. However, victims of all sexes, sexual orientations, ages, and races can be of interest to the market, particularly if there is a related “story line” involved.

When I first discovered Medawar's blog online and began corresponding with him about the organized stalking and other serious crimes I am the victim of, I also told him about two cold homicide cases I had previously contacted law enforcement officials who were investigating them about, because I had recognized certain aspects of these cases. One of these homicides had occurred in Texas (but not in Central Texas), while the other took place outside of Texas. In the Texas case, which I learned about online, I recognized the names of persons the victim was said to have been involved with as being the same as persons who had committed fraud and other criminal acts against me and whom I knew to be from the same area as the victim. In the case from outside Texas, which I learned about on a national television show, I recognized suspects from their descriptions and an item of clothing one of the suspects was said to have been wearing. In the first case, I provided investigators with information on my case and the perpetrators and was told only that police “already had a suspect in the case who was a known associate of the victim's”. In the second case, I provided additional details about the item of clothing witnesses had described, additional information about unusual physical characteristics of the suspects that witnesses were likely to have noticed, and information on the whereabouts of the suspects at the time of the murder. I never heard back from investigators in this case.

Medawar was particularly interested in the second of these cases (the one from outside Texas), because he recognized certain elements of it that were very theatrical: the way the suspects had dressed and acted, the type of weapon used, and more. Having grown up with and having been stalked by a future serial killer, Medawar originally noticed the way the killer/s in this case appeared to have committed the crime around a detailed story that had been worked out well in advance. [For more information on this, please see my two previous posts here.]

After doing some research, Medawar discovered a substantial number of similar crimes, some in Texas, some in other parts of the U.S., and many in the same area as the one I'd originally told him about. He pointed out to me the common aspects of all or most of these crimes. Besides having strong elements of the theatrical, there were multiple suspects involved, but the primary killer always appeared to be the same person. [Note: Psychopaths are well-known to have no trouble finding each other; any psychopath in a long-term relationship will usually be found to be partnered with another psychopath.] The killer arranged to be with the victim in ways where he and any accomplices would not be disturbed while the murder was being committed, sometimes for quite lengthy periods of time. Victims were tortured and killed in particularly violent and brutal ways that required considerable medical knowledge and familiarity with killing. Victims and crime scenes were left in ways that indicated extensive knowledge of crime scene investigative techniques: victims were left in running water to remove traces of DNA, crime scenes were quickly and expertly cleaned up (meaning there had been extensive planning and preparation ahead of time), and more. After the murders, suspects other than the primary killer made sure they were seen and/or photographed driving victims' vehicles to deliberately confuse the investigations and divert suspicion away from the primary killer.

Medawar and I then began to focus our attention on certain ones of these cases that most closely conformed to his model and had the most detail as far as descriptions of suspects. We were particularly interested in cases occurring at times where I could provide information about the whereabouts of persons we suspected of having been involved in the crimes.

As soon as Medawar and I began doing this, a number of interesting things began to happen. (Remember that as victims of organized stalking, all of our computer, phone, written, and spoken communications are being illegally monitored and shared 24/7.) One suspect began deliberately parading around in front of me at local stores, wearing the item of clothing I had originally described to authorities. Other people walked up to me in parking lots and other public places while wearing various life-like rubber masks and wigs of various kinds, especially ones of elderly men and women. That same week, a local pilot whose photograph very closely resembled a suspect in one of the killings far from Texas turned up listed as having just died in the local newspaper. Most of the people I strongly suspected of being involved in these homicides began stalking me in person in various ways. And there is more, but for now I choose not to disclose everything.

Because I knew the persons I suspected of being involved in these killings were heavily involved in the drug trade here, Medawar believed the strongly theatrical aspects of the cases we were looking at meant the murders had been filmed so the snuff films could be traded overseas for drugs. This fits very well with the fact that you can often drive through my neighborhood at night and smell the noxious odor of burning “China sticks” (pressed sticks of potent cannabis soaked in opiates) coming from the houses of my ex-husband's stalker-friends on the hill above my house.

Medawar and I continue to look for homicide cases that meet the criteria I have described here. If you know of any of these, please contact me through my profile on this blog.

You should also be aware that Medawar and I strongly suspect the same persons involved in the types of cases discussed here of being involved in numerous other very different types of homicides. As I discussed in my post titled “Stalking and Murder” recently, psychopaths who stalk kill to many different well-developed stories in their heads. Criminal profilers seem to have no trouble understanding that a particular murderer can kill repeatedly to one of these stories, but they seem to have trouble understanding the way a single psychopath can kill to unlimited different stories and patterns—or just how detailed and unique each of these can be.

Finally, I need to sound some warnings. Anyone having any knowledge of any kind about a homicide can be charged with the crime, and there are no statutes of limitations in homicide cases. Also be aware that a great many people close to the persons I suspect of involvement in these homicide cases are now suddenly turning up dead themselves; all of these deaths in such a relatively short period of time cannot possibly be coincidental. And finally, please be aware that there are now far too many leaks in the dam of lies and cover-ups here to be able to be plugged up (even by the Department of Justice). This is huge, and the whole thing is about to give way.

Unsuitable For Building

The property immediately to the west of mine sits along the side of a rather large gully and has a major and unsightly power line almost directly overhead, making it rather unsuitable for building on. Despite this, shortly after the zoning on both this property and my own land were illegally changed from residential to commercial in 2007 as detailed elsewhere in this blog (see, for example, http://vocct.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-story.html), a medical office building and complex were proposed for this property and were approved by the city.

In the last few weeks, construction has suddenly begun on this property. Due to the slope of the land, this has necessitated the bringing in of enormous quantities of fill material and heavy equipment to move it around, obviously at very great expense.

Why would someone do all this, when there is a great deal of other undeveloped land nearby that is clearly much more suitable for building on? The answer is that the other land is not located right next to my homestead. There is a medical building owned by the local hospital immediately to the east of my house that was built shortly after the zoning change and as part of a number of proposed buildings close by that were approved by the city around the same time as the complex being started along my western fence line. (Make that right up against my western fence line!--the fill material being brought in is being dumped right next to my fence.) Construction must now take place on the opposite side of my house so that my property is surrounded on both sides by commercial property. This is necessary so that the county appraisal district can raise their appraisals on my land to commercial levels, which they know I can't pay.

The obvious solutions to my dilemma are to either sell my property and move elsewhere or develop my property myself. However, these are not viable options for me, and the people and entities involved in the construction and planning going on around me know this. My former father-in-law is a very powerful lawyer, banker, and real estate developer who controls the local hospital board and the entire real estate market in our area and has close business and personal ties to three former U.S. presidents (Johnson, Bush, and Bush), Texas billionaires, and more; he also has high-level state and federal agents at his beck and call (see http://vocct.blogspot.com/2012/10/bringing-dirty-tricks-back-home.html). When he puts out the word that my property is not to be sold, purchased, or developed by me or anyone else, no one dares to defy him. This means that even if I could persuade a real estate agent to list the property for sale, no one would dare to buy it, and even if I could get someone to help me develop my land, the city would never approve another development plan.

My former father-in-law and his associates have made lifelong careers out of obtaining property for development on the cheap by getting people into financial trouble in various ways and then buying their homes and land at property tax auctions on various county courthouse steps in our region or as emergency buy-outs. Classic examples of this are the Boot Ranch development, Tapatio Springs resort near Boerne, and shopping centers at The Rim in San Antonio. In my case, I'm sure locals think the idea of the city and county receiving money for the purchase of my property instead of me (however piddling the sum) is a wonderful way of keeping their own taxes down.  They don't seem to be able to realize (at least not until it's too late!) that for the greedy, there is never enough and that their turn to have their property grabbed, or that of loved ones, will eventually come.  [This may be quite soon for some, given the current push for a bypass around my city.  Land located along any proposed routes will suddenly become very valuable commercial property that is ripe for development and therefore highly desirable!]

In the process of these land grabs, people standing in the way often suddenly turn up dead. My neighborhood is no exception to this; at least four people owning property close to mine have died suddenly and violently. Two were found shot to death, one was brought to the hospital dead of unknown causes, and one was found dead underneath a tractor. One of the gunshot victims was my next-door neighbor who, with her husband, owned the property to the west of mine that is now being developed. All of these deaths took place shortly after my husband suddenly left me in 1999,

At the time of the zoning change to commercial and the approval of the medical complex, the property in the gully that is now being built on was listed as being owned by a local physician and her husband, a civil engineer who works for a major local construction company. (The husband also currently sits on the local school board.) Recently, however, an attorney and former city judge who now heads the local hospital foundation went to great pains to seek me out at my workplace so she could tell me herself that she and her father from Colorado had purchased the property to the west of mine and would be building on it. This former judge and her father are also listed as having purchased a large, multi-story medical office building next to the local hospital and supposedly built by them, which is just to the southeast of my property.

I believe that the local physician, her engineer husband, the former judge, and the judge's father are all fronting for my ex-husband and his father. As a fellow physician who was Chief of Staff at the time, my ex- had to have known about the hospital and medical expansion that was being planned for our neighborhood. His sudden departure in 1999 coincides with the murder outside the U.S. of a person who appears to have found out what was going on here and planned to reveal it very publicly. This victim, like the gunshot victims here, was also shot in the head. And I know for a fact that my ex-husband went to great lengths to try and conceal his whereabouts at the time the foreign victim was killed.

Because of the way law enforcement at all levels in the U.S. (including the Department of Justice) has repeatedly refused to help me over the years (undoubtedly due to my former father-in-law's high-level connections), I have little hope of getting any of the assistance or relief I'm entitled to under the law here or of getting the homicides of my neighbors investigated and prosecuted properly. The victim from outside the U.S. is another matter, however, since other countries tend to become upset when foreigners come over and assassinate their prominent citizens. I have every confidence that the foreign victim's death is currently being investigated thoroughly and that charges, if warranted, will be brought. I'm also very glad there are no statutes of limitations on murder cases.

Meanwhile, the illegal stalking and harassment directed at me and my adult children continues unabated. Much of the construction noise from next door is deliberately amplified at times when we are at home. One day last week, I awoke to find that the top portion of our trash had been removed from the bin and scattered all over our front lawn so I'd have to be outside for longer than usual while a large number of heavy construction vehicles that had been waiting just around the corner could slowly parade by. (Most of these vehicles belonged to the same construction company that the afore-mentioned civil engineer works for.) And my ex-husband was careful to leave his latest calling card (a bright pink Christmas bow; he know it's my favorite color) in the center of all the mess. Just this morning, on the way to work, I was headlight-harassed (see http://vocct.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-spot-gangstalking-primer.html) by a young female physician with a short blonde bob driving a gray car. In fact, the community-wide stalking and harassment are currently so severe that I sense a documentary film coming on.

By the way, property immediately across the street from the gully currently being built in was the scene of another bizarre and violent death; see http://vocct.blogspot.com/2012/02/developers-greed.html.

Finally, I am far from the only one currently having problems with our local hospital, which recently was awarded one of only two very prestigious national awards (the other recipient being Duke Medical Center).  Coincidentally (??), the major hospital in a neighboring county that is our hospital's main rival was informed around the same time that they'd just been listed as not being up to Medicare standards in the field that my ex-husband specializes in here.  Both of these smack highly of a combination of my former father-in-law's national connections and the expensive public relations firms he employs.  (The rival hospital and its doctors are furious, of course.)

As my friend Medawar likes to say, there's no crime a property developer won't commit!

[*Be sure to read the comments below.]  

Hicks Case Reopened

 

According to this article in today's San Antonio Express-News, the murder case of probation officer Beth Hicks is being reopened.  If the case is being looked into seriously, this is good news indeed!

 

 

I have blogged about this case previously at

http://vocct.blogspot.com/2010/01/right-on-schedule.html and elsewhere.

Despite what it says in the article, I know of at least two other major unsolved homicides in Kendall County from recent years:

http://vocct.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-are-odds-part-4.html  (Suicide victims don't shoot themselves in the head multiple times.)

and

http://vocct.blogspot.com/2009/07/shue-case.html and  http://vocct.blogspot.com/2009/09/shue-case-update.html (Suicide victims don't tie themselves up with duct tape, cut off their fingers or nipples, or wear their seat belts.)

I hope and pray that this new look at the Hicks case will also lead to serious reopenings of these other two (possibly related?) cases.  In particular, both Hicks and Col. Shue were waylaid on their way to work in the morning by a person or persons who clearly knew their routines, indicating they were probably stalked.

Removed Post

I have received a private email from someone asking me to remove my post from August 12, 2012 titled "A Warning".  The sender of the email claimed that their private email address had been hacked in the past and that someone else had sent out an email I included in the post.  I have moved this post to the "Drafts" section of my blog for now, pending further investigation.  None of the material from the post has been lost, including the attached comments.

Whatever the truth of any particular claim or comment, it's very clear that one party or another has engaged in stalking, hacking, and defamation.  Somebody else has also tried to paint me in the blackest possible terms for reporting this.

I must point out that in my experience and that of countless other Targeted Individuals (TIs), backing down has never helped a stalking victim yet and probably never will.  The best protection  is exposure of who is doing the hacking, along with their motives and an indication of whom else benefits from their actions.

[With thanks to Medawar, who has given me advice on how to handle this.]

Update:  I believe all of the comments below are actually from my ex-husband.

Truck Wars

The stalking and harassment being directed at me while I'm driving to and from work continues unabated, despite my earlier post on the subject. Recently, however, I've noticed a serious increase in incidents involving large trucks and other heavy vehicles, like over sized pickups, trailers, RVs, large SUVs, and the like. This is very dangerous, both to me and to other vehicles, particularly on I-10, where the speeds involved are high.

Large trucks come barrelling down the entrance ramps at me, trying to force me into someone else next to me in the passing lane. They tailgate me (usually with their lights on, as described in a previous post here) in the right hand lane, ignoring clear opportunities to pass me. They zoom past me, then cut into my lane in front of me and slow to a crawl (at which point, at least 100 of their friends in smaller vehicles suddenly start passing me to my left in a line where they're so close together that I'm trapped behind the slow-moving vehicle; remember, I'm being stalked by very large numbers of people from this area). The big trucks and other large vehicles also drive for long stretches in my blind spots, hoping I won't see them and will hit them (in which case, of course, I'll come out second-best). They swerve repeatedly at my vehicle from neighboring lanes, trying to make me panic and lose control. They surround my vehicle very closely on three sides and then start swerving at me, which is especially disconcerting and dangerous when the three vehicles doing this are all semi rigs.

But wait, there's more! Two weeks ago, a passenger in a large pickup that had just passed me suddenly threw a square black piece of metal out of their window at my windshield. There was nothing I could do to avoid this, but luckily, it just missed hitting my vehicle and bounced onto the pavement next to me.

Then there's the constant variety of bizarre and dangerous objects and items left in the roadway for me to either attempt to avoid or hit: everything from everyday items to trash to scrap metal to dead animals I've previously seen off to the side of the road that are suddenly moved back onto it for my next trip (yes, they definitely were dead the first time around; they didn't move by themselves!). On one particularly memorable occasion several years ago, two guys riding (illegally, of course) in the open bed of a pickup suddenly pushed an antique sofa off the back of the truck directly in front of me and laughed as I swerved to miss hitting it (successfully, thank heavens!).

This week, I had problems several days in a row with a particular white over sized pickup with a HCTC logo on it. I also had problems near the Comfort entrance ramp with another large white pickup truck that was carrying a large concrete vault on the back that had "Biohazard" printed in black lettering on the back of it. This last was especially interesting, given that the location where I encountered it is very close to the property that is the subject of discussion in my earlier "Death In Comfort" post.

Although, as explained in previous posts, some of the vehicles involved in the stalking and harassment of us are marked law enforcement vehicles of various kinds, I will be submitting a copy of this post to the Texas Department of Public Safety, along with my latest request for their protection of both myself and other innocent drivers. My previous complaints to them have gone unanswered, but I will continue to file written complaints with them nonetheless, in order to leave a written record of what's being done.

Upon Returning

Another common act committed by organized/gang stalkers is to have someone waiting in front of a victim's residence when they return after having gone somewhere. This is done to let the victim know they are under constant surveillance by the stalkers and also to let them know what a great number of people are actively involved in stalking them, since the person or persons waiting for them are rarely the same. Often the stalkers who are lying in wait are in a vehicle as in this example, but sometimes they are on bicycles, on foot, or even on skateboards (in our case, often openly trespassing down in our driveway!).

This particular man was waiting directly in front of our house when one of my young adult children returned home after running a short errand. My offspring wrote down the vehicle and plate information and pulled up next to the man and took his picture. We then logged the incident in our logbook and sent the plate number off to a friend who runs them for us. (Yes, we've been checking plates for some time now and have amassed quite a data base of information.)

It's interesting to note that the former FBI agent who runs the major organized stalking gang out of the San Antonio area that's been targeting us for years as discussed in previous posts is now generally having his own employees stalk and harass us on bicycles, mopeds, or on foot, probably because he is aware we are collecting information on license plates and vehicles. He has started leaving the identifiable vehicle stuff to people who live in our area who don't realize they risk getting caught stalking.

What Are The Odds, Part 2

What are the odds of a family's house burning down right after their oldest son was found dead (#1)--in the same place someone else had been found dead a little over a year earlier (#2)?

(What are the odds my ex-husband and his wife could know I'd be walking my dog two hours later than usual this evening? They were waiting just around the corner and came speeding by me in a small silver convertible with the top down. They then slowed or stopped in front of our house and may have even pulled into our driveway--I was too far down the street to be able to tell for sure. Eventually, I heard them speed off. My ex- also left 14 new comments in various places in this blog today, and many of these had little or nothing to do with where they were posted.)

7:35 PM

A little while ago, at 7:35 PM, I was out walking my dog near our house when my ex-husband and his wife suddenly rode past me slowly on bicycles, laughing.

It was obvious they'd been waiting for me just down the street, and it's too hot outside this time of year for them to have been waiting outside long, so they had to have known I was coming. Since I normally walk later in the summer and had decided to walk earlier on the spur of the moment, they had to have had access to illegal surveillance from inside our house.

These people and their friends stalk and harass me constantly, and no one stops them. It's completely illegal, but they don't care--in fact, they brag openly about doing it.

And Automobiles...

I've already discussed the subject of automobiles around here: see "To The Beach And Back Again" (3/16/10) and "Winter Texans" (3/26/10), for example. There is a great deal more to discuss on the subject that I'll almost certainly tackle in the future, too, but today I intend to blog about an aspect of automobiles that is very fresh in my mind and also very representative of some of the many ways people are victimized around here.

First I need to back-track a little. Almost 2 weeks ago, I drove my youngest child to the "big city" (San Antonio, about an hour's drive from where we live) to place an order for a medical-related item from a company recommended by our doctor. At the time we placed the order, I thought the cost seemed unusually high, but I was not completely familiar with what was being ordered, the doctor had recommended this company very highly to us, and my ex-husband usually reimburses me for similar items for the kids, so I went ahead and placed the order. We explained that we also needed to receive our item as quickly as possible, and the salesperson told us they would put a "rush" on it.

Although I'd already paid for our order in full, I decided to wait on submitting the receipt to my ex-husband for reimbursement until we had the order and I was sure it was right. However, a few days later, I received a letter from my ex- indicating he somehow knew I'd placed the order and implying I'd paid too much for it. I did a little checking and did indeed discover that the company had probably overcharged me by a substantial amount. (This is done to me frequently here where we live, but usually not in San Antonio.)

When we didn't hear anything from the company, I began calling them. Each time I called, I was put on hold while they did some sort of checking and then was told our order wasn't there yet. Today I was finally told we could come to pick it up, so my youngest and I got into our car and headed down. Because we rarely go to the "big city", we always try to combine errands there, so we had other stops to make as well.

As we were driving down, I noticed we were being passed by an unusually large number of vehicles from our town (ones with local stickers and logos on them). As we neared the city, my youngest and I decided it would be more efficient to do one of our other errands first. As we got out of our car, I noticed a woman wearing a pink T-shirt with a logo from our home area jump out of a vehicle that had parked nearby. The woman walked directly in front of our vehicle with a cigarette dangling from her lips and then stopped until she was sure we'd noticed her; then she hurried off and we went inside to complete our first errand.

Our next stop was at the business where we picked up our order--and where we noticed a number of people hanging around who did not seem to be doing anything in particular. We were pleased with our purchase (except for the price), and we decided it had been worth waiting for.

After that, my youngest and I decided to have lunch at a nearby restaurant from a major chain. We waited a few minutes to be seated--and then discovered to our dismay that our waitress was very seriously and visibly impaired (high on crack, if I had to guess). We watched in horror as she lost her balance while walking and fell against a wall. She clearly could not handle a large, heavy tray, and other servers brought our food and filled our water glasses. However, the impaired waitress continued hovering over us and constantly bothering us about trivial things in an obnoxious manner. By the end of our meal, we saw her nearly fall again, and we'd reached the point where we just wanted to get away from her. As we were leaving, the hostess asked us if we'd enjoyed our meal--and then started laughing at us!

We made a few more stops (and saw more vehicles and people from home) and then headed for a store we'd planned as our last stop. As we walked in, we discovered my ex-husband and his wife waiting for us just inside the door. His wife walked up next to me to make sure I'd seen her and then hurried away. My ex- walked up to our youngest and spoke with them briefly (also to let us know he was there). My youngest and I discovered the store didn't have what we wanted, so we decided to try one more store before heading home.

We then found what we needed and started back on the interstate. It didn't take long for us to realize that a woman in a gold car was tailgating us with her headlights on. She did this for about 20 miles or so and refused to pass us despite many opportunities to do so. When she finally sped off, she also switched her lights off. Several other vehicles also tailgated us with their lights on for various lengths of time.

Now that I've detailed things for you, let me explain more fully what was going on. The owners of the 70+-year-old company that was recommended to us have ties to our area, own land here, and know my ex-husband and his family well. No doubt we were told our order wasn't ready for several days in order to get us to drive to San Antonio on a day my ex-husband had off. We were followed and under illegal surveillance the entire time we were gone, probably by associates of my ex-. The business probably overcharged me and certainly violated our privacy by disclosing our order to my ex-husband without permission. (The letter my ex- sent me implies that he intends to blame me for being overcharged.) We were harassed by an obvious doper working at the restaurant (there's no way this woman could pass a drug test!), and other employees thought it was funny. My ex-husband and his wife then staged the meeting at the store (because it's no fun stalking someone if you don't let them know at some point who's behind it). Finally, we were "harassed by auto" going home.

These events form a variation on the themes of stalking, harassment, and illegal surveillance perpetrated against us every time we go anywhere--and we've been victims of this for at least 10 years and almost certainly much longer. Some parts are the same virtually every time: the locals following us; harassment by both employees and customers in various businesses; my ex- and/or someone very close to him turning up briefly at some point; and the automotive harassment (tailgating, flashing light, reckless driving around us, etc.). Some aspects differ from time to time, though; for example, sometimes marked law enforcement vehicles (from multiple jurisdictions) are involved in harassing incidents directed at us. In one particularly memorable incident when I was coming home after picking up one of my kids at the airport, one of the vehicles tailgating us and then speeding off was a very large, bright red SUV with a custom lt. governor's license plate. (The white pickup that immediately took its place tailgating us that day was being driven by my ex-husband with his wife in the front passenger seat. My ex- was shaking his head "no" back and forth in a bizarre, exaggerated fashion.)

Big Brother

On August 8, 2005, my children and I photographed this man who'd been sitting in this vehicle watching our house and pretending to read a newspaper for at least 30 minutes in the afternoon heat (and probably much longer). We did not recognize him, and he had no legitimate reason to be there. As soon as he saw he was being photographed, he left, but then we discovered that a blond woman in a white sedan (for which we also have the plate number) was parked just on the other side of our property and was also watching our house. She also drove off immediately when she realized we'd spotted her.

On Sept. 2, 2005, this same man followed one of my kids and me into the parking lot of our bank when I went to cash a check. This time he was driving a red Ford pickup (which we can also provide the plate number for). He parked while we went through the drive-through lane but did not get out; he sat in the truck pretending to read a newspaper as before, and he also used it to try and hide his face from us as he'd done before.

On Sept. 5, 2005, this same man turned up on the same flight as us when we flew home from another state after taking one of the kids to college there. (He was in first class; we were in coach. I can provide the airline information and flight number from this flight.) This time, the man pretended to read a book instead, but at least in the waiting area, he did not seem to be turning any pages.

Despite my repeatedly asking the former FBI agent and former DEA agent who were supposedly working for me as private investigators when this man first turned up at our house for information on who the man was and where he was from, they both absolutely refused to tell me anything about him. (It was shortly after we took these photographs that I had to fire these investigators for other reasons.)

Then at one of the local high school football games this fall (2009), this man and a buddy suddenly walked up into the bleachers, sat down behind me, and began harassing me in various ways. They stayed there for a short time (until they were certain I'd both seen and heard them) and then left.

Crime And "Punishment"

The people who commit blatant and repeated crimes against my children and me seem to have some sort of sick need to “punish” me each time I try to file a complaint, request help, blog about an incident, etc., and this has been going on for many years. The trespassing stuff recently blogged about here is a prime example of this, but, sadly, it’s just the tip of a very large iceberg indeed. For example, each time I send a faxed complaint or request for help, I receive at least one (and often more) prank faxes within the next 24 hours. These usually come in at awkward or inconvenient times, too: when we’re just sitting down to eat, when we’re in the bathroom, when we’re asleep, etc. Ditto for phone calls—each time I make one trying to help our situation, we soon receive at least one prank call of some sort (sometimes hang-up, sometimes “silly”, sometimes downright harassing; always logged and described in writing by us afterward). Ditto for harassing mail and emails I receive in response to requests I’ve made for help, some of which include threats, ridicule, unsolicited funeral or health plan information, and invitations for my ex-husband and his current wife to various prominent social functions I used to attend with my husband years ago sent to them by name at my address even though the senders are close associates and/or relatives of my ex- who are fully aware he hasn’t lived here in over 10 years.

Sometimes the “punishment” is personal, as happened last night when lifelong close associates of my ex- followed one of my kids and me into a restaurant. Often, the constant stalking, harassment, and “punishment” takes the form of people parading back and forth in front of our home in various costumes, disguises, or with various animals. (Because they know it makes our dog bark, the latter are especially common early in the morning, at which time they stand directly in front of our front door for up to 15 minutes at a time.) Other times, after I’ve complained to law enforcement about blatant drug-related crimes, we will be “punished” by having loads of dope paraded back and forth in front of our house—in one case, we even photographed 2 city employees transferring tan, shrink-wrapped bundles from the back of an official city truck to being tied underneath or behind the front bumper with thin black cord. When I complain to authorities or on this blog about the illegal surveillance we’re under, my ex- soon turns up on a bike just down the street or around the corner the next time I go somewhere.

This morning, the “punishment” took the form of either my ex-husband or someone who looks a great deal like him (it was hard to tell for certain because he was wearing a hard hat) and two associates waiting just our of sight from our front door at the far southeastern corner of my property. As soon as I started up the driveway with our dog to get the newspaper, these 3 men (all wearing hard hats and neon vests) came walking slowly towards me grinning. They remained in front of our house the entire time I was outside and then left when I sent back in.

I understand that abusers frequently use these kinds of illegal behaviors to try to dominate and control others, but our situation begs the question of why entire communities would stoop to these kinds of behaviors despite being fully aware they are wrong and criminal—AND why law enforcement, the media, and various professional organizations would knowingly cover these up. (Again, we are NOT the only victims of this stuff here by any means—look up, for ex., the letter written to the Kerrville Daily Times by Milton Maughan.) Is this what M. Scott Peck described as “group evil” in his famous book, People of the Lie? Or is it a manifestation of something even darker that is evidenced by the racist/Nazi graffiti my children tell me is openly written all over the restroom walls at school, the cross one of my children once witnessed being burned at a high school pep rally with school board officials in attendance (that I complained to the FBI about; of course they did nothing about it), the “Patriots For Freedom” public rallies which used to be advertised in the local newspaper that taught survival skills in case of catastrophic war openly on our street corners, and more?

As more and more of this stuff is being made public, it’s no wonder a few wise pillars of the community are starting to be concerned about how this area will end up being perceived historically (see my 10/26/09 blog). I will be coming back to this subject again later, because close family members of some of the “insiders” involved in all this stuff turn up in some very surprising places in state and federal government and within the military.