On Starlings, Falcons, and Stalkers...

If you've ever been stalked by multiple people before as I have (see Where'd Todd Go?...On Dealing With Psychopaths and Stalking), this video makes total sense to you. I came across it when a Facebook friend posted it, and it made me stop and think.

This video was interesting to me because I couldn't believe that the birds would act in exactly the opposite of what you would expect. You'd THINK that where attacked, they would disperse in every possible direction in order to confuse the attacker. Instead, they all balled into one gigantic black ball, offering up any NUMBER of choice peices of meat.

Then it hit me...

I thought about my stalkers and how they had reacted when I fought back to make them stop. It's something in every animal - even in humans; but especially in animals.

When you're an animal and you know you're about to die, you panic, and you blend in with everybody else in the hopes that the attacker will get confused and *miss* you and get someone else, instead. Or, in the human equivalent: when you get caught, blame everybody else, and hopefully in the confusion someone ELSE will get it, and not you.

I see this darkness in far more people now in my learn-ed age than I would have ever allowed myself to have realized or believed in my naive, inexperienced, and cheerfully hopeful youth. I remember always having exaggerated, elevated, much brighter hopes for mankind when I was a lot younger. (sigh)

In the human world, we're supposed to be intelligent. In the human world, we're supposed to have something that the animals do not, called a "conscience, which supposedly "elevates" us such that it allows us to overcome our instincts to do amazingly honorable things to protect others from harm. In the human world, we're supposed to be more "civil", with morals which are designed to make us own up when we've done something wrong. In the human world, we're supposed to know huge-sounding words such as "honor", "chivalry", "compassion", "understanding", "kindness", "fairness", and phrases like "service to others".

I keep hoping to see good examples of "civilized" humans in my life but in reality, I am continually disappointed at how, in the end, instinct always overcomes, and the good guys always get it because the bad guys were too chicken, and despicably dishonorable.

And you know, it doesn't seem to matter how much "religion" someone's got, either. Even politicians go to church and know a few verses to fool people. For most, religion is simply a notch for the belt - something to put on the resume to fool others into believing that you're a person of "good character". Where is religion, today? It seems to be filled more with goodness-sayers and fast-quoters than very many actual good-doers. I think more and more people are giving up on "religion" these days for that very reason. It doesn't hold the honest goodness and the truth that it used to, anymore. As a result, the world has become so much darker these days; and much more of a "fend for yourself and blame it on the next guy" reality, today.

In the end, the Judases vastly outnumber the ones who are willing to do the right thing, blaming everyone else, hiding behind public service activities and faked good intentions for "alibi", and trying to use everyone else to save their own butts when that falcon "piper" turns wielding really sharp claws.

In other words, that reaction in the video made TOTAL sense to me.

Psychopaths and StalkingThe NWS's Reaction

Noticed lots of hits from Jeff Capehart’s account to the AC-SKYWARN page, today. Knowing him, he's probably gloating over the fact that the Watch/Warning Map image file isn’t loading on it for some reason right now. That'd be just like him. It’s not getting FTP’d to AFN from the EMWIN software and the problem seems to coincide with updating to a beta version. Emailed the software author about it. Hopefully it will be resolved, soon.

Jeff's hits of course reminded me again of the stalking fiasco that I've been going through these past five years, and how I haven't finished the online blog about it...

I was thinking in particular lately about Angie Enyedi’s odd, and not-so-odd reactions. ...That is, when she was repeatedly hitting and hitting my original stalking blog (see "Where'd Todd Go?...On Dealing With Psychopaths and Stalking", and "Addemdum: 03/10/2010") at all hours of the day and night some time ago, and why she tried to get her husband, Matt, at a Jacksonville-based mortgage and loan company (see Lender Processing Services) to look up information on me. (I could see it on my hit counters when they used keyword searches like "todd sherman enyedi" on April 19th and May 6th, which called attention to it.) And at the same time, Angie herself was hitting that particular blog at ridiculously frequent times: early morning, early afternoon, afternoon, evening, even late at night, and graveyard shift. And then she'd come back days later and do it all over again. ...To see if anything else was added? (see related IP log) It obviously really, really bothered her...panicked her, in fact. You could see it. Talk about a really guilty conscience. She was obviously quite frightened and completely flipping out. She was scared shitless about the existence of that blog. Perhaps she was worried about what it could possibly one-day mean in terms of lawsuits and possible criminal charges not just against her but a number of other people in NWS-JAX and a ACOEM, and elsewhere.

But I mean...what did she expect? ...That you could pick on someone and that that person would just keep his mouth shut about it? Is that what I was supposed to do? Just what were they thinking was supposed to happen, here?

Basically, a little girl had greatly exaggerated something that had been told to her about some poor, clueless guy by some Gainesville ham radio operators and, thinking that it would remain "in-house" she embellished and embellished it until other people ended up taking it over from underneath her and they gave it it's OWN life. Those people jumped to some really rash conclusions and, without first doing anything to confirm a thing, took some rash ACTIONS against another innocent person. It's like the little girl in the fairy tale, who spread lies about someone and then watched while it all went wildly out of control - until it caused some sort of dreadful harm the victim that she did not intend. Then she was forced to make up MORE lies to cover her ass. And it kept getting worse, and worse, and worse, and she ended up in this scary little mobius loop of repeated deception and exaggeration. That is Angie's current nightmare. In this case, people in Emergency Management, and in the Weather Service became involved; and then in later cascading succession, the local police departments, the State Attorney's Office, and other places ALSO got involved in playing around with the rules. And eventually, each took some sort of self-lethal actions with the intent of "protecting" someone they thought was the victim, but which only caused harm to the actual victim. And in so doing, they all put themselves in line for eventual criminal charges and even lawsuits for all of the coordinated malignment. This is why the FBI did indeed investigate this blog - on complaint from the NWS, in fact, in May, 2011 (see IP logs). And then, mysteriously, they abandoned that investigation outright, altogether. I think the intent was to use the FBI to scare me into removing the blog. But on close investigation of the blog by the FBI, I think it was decided that it was in the best interests of the complainants that they just drop it and hope it all never sees the light of day. Everybody wants to shut me up. BUT NOBODY WANTS THIS OUT IN THE PUBLIC LIGHT. And to shut me up, they'd have to put me into a courtroom. That means an investigation. They don't want that.

Let me put it another way. I'm making a whole lot of accusations in here of some very highly public officials. No one herein named has challenged me, even after reading it. For that matter, let's say it again... The *FBI* has investigated this BLOG. WHERE is the investigation? Paul Eakin (see related Chapter) has attempted some behind-the-scenes manipulation to force that to occur, which actually SPARKED that FBI investigation, actually; but it failed. But Paul has yet to challenge me face-to-face, or publicly ackmnowledge or deny. He's like that little girl in the fairy tale. ...Caused a lot of havoc, but unwilling to apologize or to take responsibility for what he did. Paul's been under a lot of investigation himself, lately, for a lot of other conduct-related infractions within a few state-level EM agencies, within the ARRL, and within the FHP. In fact, in late 2011, while under FHP IAD investigation, he was "retired" from the FHP. Still, the rather ignominious man has yet to dare publicly challenging me in a real courtroom over this blog.

I know what was hoped would happen. And maybe they'd be right...if they were correct, and I WAS he actual bad guy. But I wasn't the bad guy, and they were wrong. So, in this situation, again I ask, is the innocent victim supposed to cave to how all-powerful everybody is and just TAKE the guilty verdict, regardless? And then everyone's problems would all be solved? Is that how it was supposed to go? Just what IS the "normal" reaction supposed to be when you're guilty, and when you're innocent? Is it NORMAL these days for the innocent victim to take it up the ass, shut up, and just go away without a fight? ...Is THAT right?

No way, man! I'm not like that! Maybe 15 years ago when I was more patient, and forgiving, and I let a lot of stuff go, out of kindness. But this is VERY different, now. This isn't as (relatively) simple a thing as Jane calling Betty a slut in high school. This was serious, serious stuff, here! Al broke city, state, county, and federal laws to get the "favors" done that he had asked for from people inside of Emergency Management and elsewhere; and he's responsible for so very much of what eventually happened to me. In fact his actions even made things worse for me. My harassers got even worse. Based upon what Al had told Emergency Management, Emergency Management labeled me and told police departments that I was the stalker and that my stalkers were the good guys. Police departments sabotaged cases I'd filed against my stalkers based upon what Dave Donnelly had said to them. My reputation was entirely destroyed by people who didn't know what the hell they were doing or what was really going on! They were totally wrong, and they convinced other government agencies that I was a real problem! ...And then those agencies took real actions against me. I don't take that lightly. Hell yes, I'm going to fight back...and one day I'm eventually going to get answers, dammit!

Angie wasn't the only problem at NWS-JAX. There were others there who got a whole lot more involved in all of this than she did...

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The Dalai Lama once said, "Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can't help them, at least don't hurt them."

While Angie may have been the one who erroneously told Al that I was a problem, Al is the one who ultimately directed all of the traffic. He made everything happen. He jumped to some rash conclusions of his own without allowing the proper process of "due process" to play out in my situation. As a result, many of my supposedly guaranteed civil rights were violated...prevented from happening. As a result, even more harm came to me.

This man orchestrated the entire symphony and he really didn't have to go as far as he did. He worked with others - "conspired" - in coordinated fashion with other people in various other government agencies high and low, with malice aforethought, to completely block me OUT of defending myself, in fact. There is no way that someone with conscience, with understanding of right and wrong, and of the laws, would engage in the path like the one that he chose. Therefore, Al was "missing a few" in terms of conscience. Al wasn't interested in fact. He just wanted revenge for harm that he thought was occuring to Angie Enyedi, and he wanted to show the person whom he at the time thought was the bad guy..."who was 'boss'".

Al specifically chose to utilize the path of handling things under the table with the INTENT of preventing me from knowing what was happening, from being able to speak up for myself, to know what was being said about me behind closed doors, and ultimately to prevent me from exercising any of my civil rights to protect myself. This includes: knowing what any accusations were, knowing WHO my accusers were, being able to FACE my accusers, and being able to answer in defense of myself. People don't do things like that "by accident".

I have no idea why Al would go this far. Someone had to be telling him something pretty drastically terrible in order to react in this manner. I only have scattered clues and hints to take me to a general reasoning, but nothing specific because no one has been kind enough to actually let me in on it. Whatever he thought I did, it must have been pretty bad. SO bad, in fact, that completely circumventing due process of the law was determined to be absolutely necessary. This includes skipping use of the police, skipping use of the courts, and obtaining "favors" from leadership in lower and sideways agencies to get what he wanted done, including ACOEM, FDEM, GPD, UPD, the Gainesville State Attorney's Office, and (recently, as of May, 2011) the FBI.

Part of what caused it had to be the hams with their repetative extracurricular phone calls and emails in complaint of me that Angie had repeatedly alluded to on the night that she "confided" in me. I think Al must have taken it ALL in and prejudiced me. He formed a gut feeling "opinion" of me which was forged by all the comments of others. I can think of no other reason why this man hated me so god damned much without even knowing me very well at all. But Al obviously spread some very very bad word about me around to Emergency Management; and then local EM spread it around into the police departments. I think he worked people up, and I think that's how this was allowed to go so far. He villainized me; made me the enemy. He unfairly made me a paria. Otherwise, there is no explanation for how everyone in so MANY police and government circles did what they did, and went so FAR.

It wasn't bad enough that the hams were stalking me, that my mother had cancer. I also had to contend with Al aiding and abetting all the bad guys, too. ...Even if he didn't REALIZE that that's what he was doing. That is nonsequitor. It doesn't matter in the slightest, here.

Let's not mince words here... Al attacked me, without first bothering to find out all of the facts in the situation that he so insisted upon involving himself in.

Not only did Al violate laws, but he's also a Department of Commerce employee of the United States federal government who took all those actions against ANOTHER employee of the Department of Commerce. Unfortunately for Al, I work for the same federal government, in another branch of the DoC. He ABUSED his powers in a serious manner so as to deliberately cause harm to another federal employee, while on the CLOCK for the NWS, while wearing the UNIFORM of the NWS, while utilizing CONTACTS of the NWS! Carrying that just a little further...without the knowledge of the DoC, and without conference with or the permission of the DoC, he made the DoC defacto responsible for his actions. He was irresponsible. This is not something he can just shrug away. And he involved OTHER goverment agencies, and PEOPLE in those agencies, convinced them to do FAVORS for him, and in so doing, he made them responsible as well. (This is the downside of doing "favors"...especially when you do those favors on blind trust.) As a result, his is a path of destruction everywhere he goes. He must have thought himself a genious, or something of a god when he did it. I have to wonder if he now doesn't himself wonder if he's in fact not the biggest idiot on the face of the planet for pulling what he pulled. He's got so much to hide, now. ...So much to cover up. I didn't put him there. He did. He's rash. He acts before he thinks. People who did him favors must now constantly apologize for taking part in his rash actions without first checking facts. People could end up in serious trouble for doing him the favors that he asked for. As a result, so as to protect themselves, everyone is forced to become deeply caught up in lies and deceit and plots and plans that he put together. ...Lies that they had NO IDEA they'd end up having to keep GOING for him for so long. He did very well at destroying not only MY life, but the lives of his co-workers, of his business associations in other agencies, of his friends, of his family, and god knows who else. ...Who else? Who ELSE is going to be held responsible because HE had a bright idea about "handling" somebody? Who ELSE is ALSO going to have to suffer for something that he was SURE would work flawlessly? He is irreponsible. He is a hothead. He thought about only himself. I wonder if he ever in his life thought he'd end up in this situation.

So what does he DO, now? Go to the authorities and admit that he had been duped by emails and phone calls from hams about the guilt or innocence of some guy whom he barely knew, how he had abused his powers of office so as to rain fire down upon that innocent man? I think not. Al didn't just "sin". He commited crimes. He could be charged and sent to jail. He could also be sued. He could also lose his job. He could also lose his pension, his reputation, his ability to obtain another adequaely paying job, his family, his home, everything he owns - because he had to get personally involved in someone else's affairs; had to personally "get" some guy; had to be the "Godfather" in some mafioso little scheme.

Oh, I understand. Al thought he was protecting. But, he ended up the bully, instead. He ended up being the bad guy. He'd delusioned himself into believing that what he was doing was for good, and that it was okay to break the laws - to show the bad guy. Al wanted to be the vigilante hero. He became the criminal, instead. He harmed the wrong guy, and completely destroyed an innocent person's life, and then he couldn't be held to be responsible enough to own up to what he did. That's not a brave man. That's a coward. That's the mark of a real asshole.

(sigh) Al's got a lot to think about. He's got a lot on his plate to answer to, to own up for. If he hadn't been so callously efficient about how he did what he did to me, I wouldn't now say that I'm sure that he has NO regrets about what he did, and that he would probably do it again, in fact. For this reason, I believe Al should be incarcerated. No bail. No deals. For that is how he saw ME; and that is how he believed *I* had to be treated.

And I'm REALLY not in the mood for "Golden Rule" lectures. I don't want to hear it. What Al did was wrong and a humiliating public example needs to be set in this world of mostly psychopaths who only learn by punishment...just like they do with rapists. I sincerely believe in this. Examples are important, or else these things just get repeated because the bad guys only otherwise learn that they can get away with it. After all, it's what Al did to ME inside NWS and Emergency Management circles. He spread it around that I was bad and that I needed to be "dealt" with.

No mercy. Right? Mercy is for the weak-hearted. Right?

Maybe it's best if people just realized that I've learned something very extremely important about dealing with all these people who have been so adamant about causing me so much headache...

I've learned that they (as in, the assholes) don't just simply "go away" when you tell them to. They continue, on and on, in secret, under the table, behind closed doors. They are relentless because they get just too much sick satisfaction out of it. NORMAL means of thinking DO NOT WORK with these people. You can't just tell them to stop. It doesn't work.

So you have to think backwards. You have to think in terms of what is NOT expected, what is NOT normal, what people WOULDN'T expect. If people like this are picking on you (and they're not the murdering type, of course), then you do NOT run away. You stand and fight. You do NOT keep your mouth shut, or listen to their threats. If someone threatens to cause you harm, you NEVER take their bluff. In fact, you don't EVER play the game of poker at all.

...You CALL...EVERYTHING...right there, on the spot, loudly, and with lots of fanfare. If someone threatens you, you start walking towards them and get right up into their face and make them think that you're extremely unpredictable and quite possibly capable of fighting back right there...which is what they in actuality really don't want. And make damned sure that you do it in a highly public, non-private place and way. This scares the shit out of them, takes them aback, puts them off balance, and makes them realize that you're not so "predictable" after all. This is essential.

You do exactly the opposite of normal thinking and be as loud as you possibly CAN, instead. You scare the living crap out of them. You get just as crazy as they have been. You take them off their guard.

If some whacko, angry chic has threatened you with calling the police and telling them that you hit and raped her because she simply didn't like losing some argument or something (hey, there are some SCREWED UP people out there), you step back to 25 feet, pick up your cellphone, and call the police right away and tell them that a woman just threatened to call the cops and tell them that you raped her. You just did what she didn't expect you to. She expected you to cave, to do it her way. She's a bully and she expected to be in control of you. Now she's in a panic. When she's in a panic, the chances are high that she will screw up when the cops arrive and that she'll end up burying herself in even more rapidly-put-together lies which can later be picked apart. She may even give up altogether and decide to back down. Always keep things moving way too fast and out of their control. They don't know what to do or how to handle that. They may make up more stuff - stuff which has no backing and which can be picked apart, while your own story remains solid. If necessary, you GO THROUGH all the tests. You SIT in the waiting room at the police station for a while. You wait for all the tests to be done and to come up showing absolutely nothing. Then you turn around and press charges, and sue her, and you also invite the Press to attend all the hearings, and share everything with them, and you make sure that the entire world knows what she tried to do to you. NOW, if anyone ELSE is out there with half a mind to do the same thing to you, you just made those people think TWICE about it - because you've now shown yourself to be a wildcard who doesn't take crap from people and who is perfectly fine with making an EXTREMELY loud noise aboutit, which they don't like.

If people are harassing you, threatening you, stalking you, and they duped the government into getting involved too, then you make blogs which talk about it every detail, with cites and references, and every bit of evidence that you can muster. Then you make sure that it's referenced in every large search engine out there, using every possible keyword matching combination possible. You call every police agency around and file a complaint every time you're harassed. (In so doing, you now have something on the record to back you up when someone says "Why didn't you try to do anything about it?" As well, when it all finally DOES make it into a courtroom, now the police agencies which were supposed to protect you and do something and DIDN'T are suddenly caught on the line and left having to explain themselves.) If necessary, offer interviews to the Press.

YOU DON'T CAVE TO THESE PEOPLE! NOT EVER!

If they're the partucularly tunnel-visioned type who can't put you down, be patient. Wait a little bit for some evidence to gather as they make mistakes. Then you turn it around, and you make THEM the victims, instead. You take control back in your life. You take everything that they've done to you, and you use that against them. Everything that they do to you leaves a trail. It gets longer and longer the more that they do to you, and involves more and more people - AND BECOMES UNBEARABLY COMPLICATED FOR THEM TO KEEP UP WITH, too. That's important for you to realize. Your story will always hold together while their's keeps "changing to fit". It can actually be utilized over time. It can be referenced. At some point, you don't have to prove much of anything at all anymore because they've done so much that it becomes obvious and calls attention to itself.

...It's what I call, "...the moment of 'Sun Tzu Realization'".

The best way to win a war is not to fight at all. Sun Tzu was right about that. But there's something else. Something that your enemies never notice; and never get. Most of the time, unfortunately, it also happens to be what the VICTIM never gets...and that is, that if people are going to stalk you, it can be used AGAINST them, too. Too often, victims take it up the ass, because they don't realize this, and/or because they're too frozen in fear of retaliation, and the bad guys get away with it. But if they're going to fight, you should use their weakness and stupidity AGAINST them - not to a LIGHT degree either; but to the utmost MAXIMIZED degree. If they're going to be stupid, then make sure they know how stupid they really were.

That is what these blogs are. I am calling attention to everything and in so doing they are all FORCED to stop in their tracks. Suddenly, now rather than being the bullies, they're all having to create "alibis". Suddenly they have to prove to the world that they're the sweetest, kindest people on the face of the planet. Suddenly, the harassment and stalking stops. Suddenly they've all got a new mission: to prove to the world how GOOD they are. They get involved in three TIMES the public service and charity that they normally do, noticeably and seemingly inexplicably. (...Like I noticed Jeff Capehart do immediately after I publicized my original blog entry about my harassments. And I remember thinking that it was hilarious because I realized that I was finally now in more control of my life again - not COMPLETE control; but I had SOME, and it was nice.) Suddenly the bullies are forced to lie, to make up stuff, to develop wildly twisted and contorted stories that are SO complicated and which are forced to include SO MANY people to coordinate with (so that they can all back each other up) that it becomes hard to track even for THEM. ...And it will be so easy to pick all of that apart in a courtroom.

ACOEM, NWS-JAX, GPD, UPD, GARC, GARS, Paul Eakin, Dave Donnelly, Chief William May, Al Sandrik, Angie Enyedi, Steve Letro, Officer Mayo, Officer Metz, Officer Hollings, and everybody else...I DO REALIZE that they were all duped by the hams - the people who were stalking me. But the simple fact is...there was a proper procedure for handling circumstances like this and everybody just jumped to the wrong conclusions about who was guilty and who was innocent; and without stopping THERE, quite shockingly, everybody then irrationally took ACTIONS TOO!...against the wrong person. Now everybody is having to run and hide so that no one else knows all the hell and problems that they caused, and which could cost them their careers, and perhaps even jail time, or a lawsuit here and there. But that's not right. It's not an excuse. It's not excuseable. It has to be answered for, now. When you do something wrong, you HAVE to pay the piper. That's what I was always taught. When you do something wrong, you have to take responsibility for it. This is the mark of a GOOD-HEARTED person, a RESPONSIBLE individual, a moral, thoughtful, and honorable human being. This could have all been so easily avoided had people used the proper procedures, stifled their instinct to hate someone based on gossip that they had no clue was true or not, followed all the rules and laws, and AVOIDED stepping on my civil rights along the way. Regardless of the fact that people in EM and NWS and all the police agencies were duped, they still broke laws, and ignored procedures that were supposed to be there to actually PREVENT such miscarriages of justice from occuring. They still made conscious and deliberate CHOICES to take shortcuts and prevent me from being able to utilize my basic civil rights, with the INTENT of preventing me from doing anything to protect myself. If they had a problem, they were supposed to handle it more publicly. Complaints were supposed to be filed, with signatures and time/date stamps affixed. Paperwork was supposed to be filled out. Upper echolon was supposed to be duly and properly notified and allowed to be brought up to speed on the situation, and to be able to make decisions of it's own. All of this was skipped. In a courtroom, I'm going to ask for proof of ALL those steps being taken. They're all going to just shrug and say...

  "I don't have that official paperwork. No."
  "No, I never notified my superiors. No."
  "No, the NWS itself had no clue what we were doing under the table."
  "No, the County of Alachua had no clue what ACOEM was doing to Todd, because they were left out of the loop; but now they're responsible because I was an employee of the County."
  "I knew I was supposed to notify someone in (City/County/State/DC/HQ) about it but that would have taken time, and I felt that this was serious, so we took some shortcuts."
  "No, I never notified Todd that we were holding meetings about him wherein we decided what under the table actions to take against him."
  "Yes, that's right. When Todd found out about the meeting, and his Assistant Coordinator asked if he/they could attend, I told her no, that he/they could NOT and that we weren't interested in hearing what he/they had to say."
  "Yes, we told GPD/UPD/et al that he was a problem and to ignore his complaints, but we really thought he was the bad guy at the time. We thought we were doing the right thing to protect the people we actually thought at the time were the innocent victims."
  "Yes, I deliberately delayed subpoenaeing the IP logs because Dave Donnelly had advised me, based upon what the National Weather Service had told him, that he was a 'problem' and that was trying to use the law to harass innocent people. I did this so as to prevent Mr. Sherman from obtaining any evidence which would have revealed who had been harassing him and who had created a fake Yahoo account in his name, and shared detailed knowledge about the case with the very people he had filed the complaint against specifically with the intent of helping them to elude arrest and conviction."
  "Yes, I implied to the investigating officers of the University Police Department that Todd was a problem - based on what Mr. Donnelly had said, and told them that they should not take anything that he has to say about the hacking, or the investigation thereof, seriously, and to cooperate in fact with the accused and to share all knowledge of the case with him during the investigation."

You get the picture.

Of course, the NWS itself will deny knowledge of what it's employees were doing so as to protect itself. It will distance itself from these employees, not back them up. Same with the County of Alachua and what Dave and Chief May did. Same with the City of Gainesville over what the rogue cop did. Same with the University of Florida with what ITs cops did "under the table" without the knowledge of THAT organization. Not ONE agency will back it's employees up knowing that to do so puts the AGENCY in harms way. These people acted independently. I will SUE the agencies anyway, because the actions were taken ON THE CLOCK, WHILE WEARING THE UNIFORMS, using the NAMES of those agencies to GARNER those favors when they were asked for. The agencies will be hit with a sudden lawsuit, and will be asking where the hell it came from, and they'll be going to their employees for those answers, and the employees will be shirking any reponsibility and denying. But the evidence will point to otherwise.

But it's not going to matter. The damage has already been done. And this is also ALL part of the "Sun Tzu Realization" - that they were all breaking the rules and the laws, and that they never thought about these things while they were so involved in doing everything that they did, and they're all going to have to ACCOUNT for this, eventually. I think they know this, now. But I'm not interested in hearing the excuses, now. I don't care. Everyone involved took merciless...MERCILESS actions against me, and I begged REPEATEDLY for help and mercy and no one was interested in giving me any, or in listening to my side. They were all TOLD that people were stalking and harassing me. It was out there. Everyone proceded as if I was making it all up. No one wanted to give it a chance. Everyone assumed, and then took actions based upon the GUESS that I was indeed the bad guy. They brought this upon themselves. And I think it's also why no one has ever made any effort to try to make me shut up, or to take down these blogs. Because just the simple act of TRYING TO DO that forces attention to be called to the situation, and demands inquiries, investigations, and having to answer questions about it all; and they don't want that. So back to the Sun Tzu Realization...I seem to actually have some sort of "control" over everyone, now. I have found a way to make my harassers stop and go into hiding, and the people in government who were abusing their powers to also take note about the things that they were doing. It would seem that I don't have to worry about anything bad happening, anymore. Although, the bad that did occur still occurred, and my name and reputation were still completely destroyed, and the damage was still done, nonetheless.

If they didn't want me to defend myself, then they shouldn't have done what they did. The problem with bullies is that they get so used to people being afraid of them and of getting their asses kicked by them that they get USED to being able to do whatever they want to people. Then the bullies begin to EXPECT that this will ALWAYS work. It usually DOES...with MOST PEOPLE, anyway. But...I'm not "most people" (anymore). Now I'm that one backwards asshole that screws them up and ruins what was a really good day until they met me.

Was I always that way? No. I used to believe in people more. I used to take a lot, and I used to be exceedingly patient. I used to be super kind, and super patient, and super forgiving, and super understanding. I used to believe in being nice to people more. I used to let people go with their infractions, and pretend they never happened, to give people "second chances". I used to say, "Never pay heed to the first impression. It's he 167th impression that actually matters, because this is the true individual when they are most comfortable with you. I don't do that anymore. My stalkers actually saw it not as a good and honorable trait, but as a weakness and they exploited it. Today, I don't trust anyone right off the bat. I suspect everyone. That being said, would you believe...something in me still finds some small want to resist that Pavlovianly-trained reaction?

(sigh!) You have to get your ass kicked a few times with these types and be cornered into a wall before you learn. Most victimized people never learn because most victimized people never run into this DEGREE of harassment and stalking in their lifetimes. However, in my case, I ran into a particularly sadistic bunch of people who didn't know when to stop, and now not only are they having to answer for it, but so are the dumbasses they duped! And now they all appear to be regretting the day they picked on me, and if so, then that is just SO satisfying. (*sigh!*) Again though...it's not the victory I'm looking for. I want these people to be brought to justice and to be made to answer for all the things they did...publicly...on the record. I want my name back. I want the world to know what happened to me. My civil rights were stomped on, I was unfairly labelled, and then picked on by people who had all the power while I had none. People need to understand that. Until they do, justice has not been served, here; and things are by no means "over". Although, I'm sure these guys all wish it were, now.

Somebody told me that Angie had children now - that they had seen it on her Facebook page....two kids with her that looked to be maybe four and five years old. Were they hers? I have no idea. Don't REALLY care. Maybe they were just visiting family at the time the photo was taken. But it might explain WHY she has reacted the way that she has in this whole thing. It's scary because now everything seems to make better sense. Everything starts to come together into a clearer reasoning, now. (sigh) Not only had she majorly screwed up and caused harm to someone innocent, but now she had a "life" with a real family, and she was trying to protect it, apparently...by trying to make the wrongs she had done to me "go away", remain hidden, by calling upon favors from friends inside NWS and EM, who themselves called upon favors in the police departments to make any investigations "go away". She freaked. She flipped out. She thought I was the bad guy, not the victim. She interpreted a lot of things wrong. She made wrong assumptions. She jumped to incorrect conclusions. She thought the bad guys were the good guys. Considering how Jeff used to invade himself into my business, into my friends, into my life, and all the resultant confusion caused by all of that...I think I can see how it could have happened. Angie is the crux of everything, however. Angie wigged out and had a "shit fit", as they say. She panicked. She freaked out and then she went to Al and begged him to help her. Al, not liking me to begin with, had no problem with obliging, and that's when things got even WORSE...

On the night that she stayed to talk with me after the spotter training class (in 2005 - more about that as we go on, here), she kept telling me not to tell anyone about our talk. She said that she didn’t want it "getting back to Matt"...at any cost.

But I'm jumping ahead, here...

After the class, she followed me outside as I gathered my stuff from the classroom and was loading it into my car. She was unusually nice, and even kinda flirty. I wasn't sure how to take it. That whole EVENING was weird, actually. But I learned something about her. She's wasn't quite the so-well-put-together person that I had come to think she was. She had a kind of "spacey" side.

Man, she was all over the place that night. She was kind of "flighty". I remember the conversation going back and forth, but mostly centering on her marriage to Matt and how "smothering" she felt he was, and on the "awesome job" she said that I was doing with SKYWARN.

At one point, she was talking about how she was having second thoughts about the marriage thing, how she was wanting to divorce Matt, how she felt that it was "over", and she just wanted out, now. She said "At first I thought marriage to Matt was something that I really *did* want; but now I think I’ve changed my mind. I just...I really can’t take it anymore. He...smothers me. He’s insecure. He’s too emotional. He wants my attention all the time. So much that I feel like I just can't breath. It's just NOT what I wanted. I don’t know what to do. I feel really bad. But I just want out, now." I remember telling her to calm down, to take a deep breath, that this stuff happens in marriages a lot - all the time - especially in the early years of the marriage. I told her not to make any rash decisions about it, to think about what she was doing, to give it some time. She kept telling me "no", that she was pretty sure already that a divorce was what she really wanted to do. But near the end of the night, some three hours after the class had ended, I think I had actually convinced her to think more, and to give it while.

All during that evening, she complimented me on what I was doing with SKYWARN, told me that she was proud of me, proud of what I was doing for SKYWARN, and of my enthusiasm for it, how she admired me for how I was sticking to it in the face of all of the crap, etc. I remember thanking her for that and I related a little more to her about the problem that I was having with the hams down here. She confided something that Al had told her. She said that he had warned her to "Watch out for those Alachua County people...they're crazy." I paused and sighed, and I told her that I actually agreed.

I never got Al. I remembered how Al was always offish when around me. I could tell he didn't like me. His body language, his weird stares...they all made it easy to figure out. He wasn't even conscious he was doing it. There was no real reason for it. I'd never done anything to him in the past. But I would look into his eyes and see a man who had a prejudice, for whatever reason. I wondered if he actually didn't mean me when he'd said that to Angie. Al used to look at me weird...like he just couldn't stand me. I'd try to be nice and polite, but he was always stand-offish. He never liked my jokes. He'd stare at me like he thought I was a pervert or something, and not be conscious of the stare. Nothing I did ever seemed to make the man happy. He always made me feel REALLY uncomfortable, and extremely unliked. I never liked him. ...He treated our entire group like we were stupid. During spotter training classes he would often put an old slide from a presentation put together by Fred Johnson long ago into his own, not to actually teach people anything important, but to insult and berate the group, here. (Angie wouldn't do this. It was just Al...) It was a picture I'd taken of some cloud features in the years before, when we were all new and learning. It had some Photoshopped arrows and descriptional queries on it. I wanted to know what certain features seen in the picture were and so I'd labeled them...some incorrectly...but so that FRED JOHNSON would know what I meant and he could thus explain them to me. Al apparently came across them years later, probably obvioiusly going through Fred's old files and directories, and he didn't understand the background. He just usurped them into his own presentation and whenever he'd give a class he'd say, in front of 50+ other people watching, "THESE are slides from people who do NOT know what they're talking about!" The slide included names and callsigns, with no attempt to disguise them. I'd told him before to remove the slide, and I'd told him the background story about it, too. He obviously didn't care. He continued to use it. As far as I know, he's still using that damned slide today in a severely misinterpreted way to criticize and make fun of Alachua County hams and spotters.

[UPDATE - 12/09/2010: Al finally came down and did another spotter training class. Took three years, but it finally happened. But during the class, the jerk yet AGAIN used that slide. This time I publicly rebuked him about it and he promised to remove the slide, and admitted that yes, he HAD swiped it from Fred Johnson's old stuff. Why am I SURE that he'll forget his promise, though? Meanwhile, I'm sure they'll wait yet ANOTHER three years or more before the next class, while the give Flagler County EMA three- to five-a-year in that time, like they always do.]

At any rate, when Al told Angie that the people in Alachua County were nuts, I really hated to admit it, but Al was right. I couldn't stand it; but he was. I couldn't argue that. The hams down here ARE "nucking futs" as I like to say. They really are. In all the years that I'd associated with the Gainesville Amateur Radio Society - some of whose members were also simultaneous members of the Gator Amateur Radio Club, I couldn't help but notice how after every damned meeting - sometimes during - they were always talking about somebody, always making fun of somebody, always criticizing and complaining about somebody, or spreading something about somebody. They were always dissatisfied with someone or something.

But Angie could not understand that. With Angie, everything had to be in "absolutes". "I don't know", given in answer to "Why do they pick on you so much?", would short circuit her. I know many people like this. If it doesn't fit something logical, then they resort to stupid wives tales, stupid irratonal philosophies, and jumping to utterly rash conclusions. I can't STAND that. I've BEEN the victim of gossip. I know what it feels like. I've BEEN picked on by the bullies, before. I know what that's like. I know WHY it's not nice to jump to conclusions about people and I don't do it. In fact, I always tended to befriend the victims because I could recognize when they were being bullied, and I didn't like seeing it, and I would often try to console them so they they wouldn't learn to hate the whole world. But there are people who believe that if things happen to you, it's for a reason, or because you're just "bad". For example, some believe that if something is happening to you, it's because of "Karma", or because "Something in your past is catching up with you and you deserve it!", or because "You must have DONE something to them!", or my personal favorite "Some people are just MEANT to live a harsh life and you just have to accept that and LIVE with it." Where do people come up with this CRAPOLA?

She kept repeatedly asking me, "WHY are they stalking you, though?", over and over, like a broken record. It was as if my explanations just weren’t good enough for her, like she felt that it HAD to be my own fault. (Why do people always want to blame the victims? Why?) I would say "I don’t know," and then we’d talk about something else; and then she’d revisit it again, later. "Yes, but...WHY are they going after you?" She couldn’t put it down. I don't think she wanted to believe that people can attack others without provocation. Some people don't believe that psychopaths can exist. They believe that everyone MUST have a "conscience" and that every bad person is "rehabilitatable", defacto, "because EVERYONE has a conscience". It actually short circuits them if you try to explain that no, there are SOME people who don't HAVE a conscience like you and me, who are cruel on PURPOSE, as a means to some selfish, unscrupulous end, and they are NOT rehabilitatable. To people like Angie, everything has to be "A + B". There is no other thinking. Angie wanted simple explanations, and there were none. Angie wanted everything to fit, and they didn't. Angie wanted reason and logic, and there was none. And if things didn't make sense, then it meant that you were lying. This is the simpleton logic and reason that most people use. And in human history it's often culprit for putting blame on a lot of innocent people. So I think Angie became paranoid and afraid of me, because she didn't understand. The hams had succeeded in causing fear and distrust.

At any rate, we parted on good terms, that night. There was no real flirting. (I asked if she wanted to go grab a drink to talk about the Matt situation, as friends. That's as close to "flirting" as this situation gets to.) Angie went home late, that night. And we continued to talk via email on normal terms for a while.

But then I made a mistake. I later entrusted Jeff with knowledge of what was discussed between us, that night. Jeff was then my friend. You're supposed to be able to trust your friends with this kind of stuff and know that it won't go anywhere. That's just the law of friends. It happens all the time. When I meet friends of my friends I expect that SOME of them were entrusted with talks of personal information about my life. But then Jeff did something that finally made me realize that this is not a man out for my own best interests. And I'll go into that in a little bit, here.

At any rate, so if Angie now has kids?...a family?... Then...now she most likely doesn’t want what happened that night – or word of it, rather – to get back to her husband, Matt Enyedi, or worse...the kids, or anyone else on either side of the family. She probably feared that it could destroy her whole life.

But like...I’m supposed to do what, now?...keep my mouth shut, not try to get my name back, keep everything a secret "for the good of the others", sacrifice myself for the sake of Angie's peace?...for the sake of Angie's right to live a normal life? What about me? What about what happened to me? Look at my life now, after what all these people did to it. This isn't some high school thing where little Mary calls Jane a slut in front of everybody in the classroom, and it spreads all around the school, and Jane goes home to Mom crying about what Mary said, and Mary gets in trouble with the Principle, gets a temporary suspension, and it all just goes AWAY after a short while. My name and reputation were irreparably destroyed, permanently, and "officially"...literally in front of the "city", the "county", the "state", and "federal" governments; and across multiple local area AND national civilian organizations, and even inside police circles. I have a right, really, to take this woman to court and sue her for what she did, and Al, and Steve. But she was the one who encouraged government leaders to see me as a threat, as a stalker, as a "serious problem" as Steve Letro put it to my Assistant Coordinator during a phone call...and they all took real actions against me which caused me great harm and damage. It was what ANGIE did that put the final convincing nail in the coffin for me. After that, people attacked me, my friends, my family, my associations to even worse degree. An officer in the Gainesville Police Department sabotaged a harassment case that I’d filed against a couple of hams who were stalking me because of the things that she told Al Sandrik and that he had passed on to the Alachua County Emergency Management. ACOEM then suggested to the police that I was a problem based upon what Angie and Al had said, and made the cop believe that I was trying to use the police to pick on innocent people - which was false. The University Police Department deliberately screwed up a hacking investigation for the same reasons. The State Attorney’s Office blew off complaints about my stalkers because of the way that GPD had inaccurately represented the case to them. I had NO police protection in this town (still dont, really)...all because Angie had implied that *I* was the problem here in Alachua County. How was I a problem? WHAT DID SHE SAY, exactly??? I was not allowed to know the specifics. I was not allowed to participate in the meetings about me. I was not allowed to face my accusers, to know what was being said, to be able to answer to it. NWS and EM had private, closed meetings. They literally held their own closed trials, tried to keep me out of the loop, convicted me in the closed doors of their private offices, and carried out sentence upon me...without my ever being present. I was not allowed to offer my side. Nobody ever wanted to hear it.

I can't help but ask... How come whenever a pretty female cries, all the world will come to her rescue, put together a whole investigation - without any questions asked? ...But when a male complains about being stalked and harrassed, he has to actually prove everything, first; show evidence of everything, first; and have the entire case alrady put together FOR the police before they'll even take a first step? That's the opening statement that I think I'm going to make if any of this ever gets to see the light of a real courtroom. :( Whenever I tried to complain and get the police to help me, I was actually treated rudely, and like I was just being ridiculous, and quite frankly, like I was a royal pain in the ass. ...And they sabotaged every chance at evidence gathering.

What do I have to do to get my name back, to get everybody to do the right thing? ...Take everybody into court? ...Sue them? How far do I have to go? (sigh)

So why did Angie do this? Now I know...

1. She was duped by the hams into believing that I was a threat and not the hams.
2. She made some bad guesses and misinterpreted a heck of a lot - especially about my own intentions.
3. Once she finally realized this, she realized she was stuck and that she had a choice of either
   • continuing the facade to keep herself safe, or
     
   • tell the truth and risk everything in her life, AND bring everybody else down too, while
   • suffering humiliation and embarassment in front of friends, family, coworkers and her educational peers for the grave mistakes that she and her NWS partners had made and the harm that they all brought to another human being.

These are not good realizations for a mind to have to deal with. She panicked. She snapped. I see that, now. It took me YEARS to figure that out. ...YEARS! Nothing was making sense.

But the fact still remains...nothing has been done to correct the wrongs done to me, and/or to Alachua County SKYWARN.

But I can't do this. I'm not going to let it go. I'm not going to sit back here and just take all of this and not defend myself. I want my name back! I deserve that. And if no one is going to own up to it, then I have no choice but to take everyone to court and make it public and force people to admit it in front of court and TV cameras, and in newspapers, and in front of their friends and families. I will do that. It's GOING to happen. And the longer that people DON'T own up to it and that no attempt at correction is made, the angrier I am getting and the more I truly believe that no mercy and no "deals" should be allowed for ANYONE. I'm going to go for pressing the fullest possible charges, and demanding the fullest possible recompenses. I have a right to be angry.

(sigh) So that's what that was all about. Angie was worried that what happened between me and her that day might get back to Matt, to both of their families, to the NWS... She could lose the marriage, possibly the kids if she actually had any, and maybe have to pay child support, and alimony. She might lose her job, and be generally held in disgrace everywhere she went. She'd gotten friends at her job to help her too, putting her friends' careers at risk, as well. They got other people in other government agencies to help them out with the "Todd problem," putting their careers at risk, and putting those government agencies at risk of a lawsuit. Everybody did a favor in some way or another for Angie, in the end. Now her entire world is "responsible" for what happened in some form or another. Everyone and everything is connected to Angie in some way, shape, or form. Now I understand. ...Most perfectly, in fact. I get it. I'm not stupid! So then, the mortgage company...they were being used to try to find "dirt" in case I were to ever file a lawsuit. A mortgage company, used it's resources in a manner not consistent with their stated purpose, to try to dig up slanderous information about someone, and shared it with someone not actually a customer, as a "favor". ...THAT’S what all of that was about. But I caught them. Did the employee who DID that favor actually advise his/her employers of it? Somehow I doubt it. But the actioins of the rogue emplyee now make that company liable, as well. Every time I turn around, something sleezy and shady is happening at the hands of NWS employees. It's kind of frightening to actually watch happen right in front of my own eyes...almost "live", through my IP logs. (sigh)

...And now I’m frightened even MORE because this was a woman who was once NICE to me, kind to me... She was someone I once believed in, once respected and admired for her dedication to SKYWARN. I used to think that she was so awesome, an asset to our local SKYWARN efforts. And now, not because I’d actually DONE anything to her but, because the information I knew could become a threat to the peace and quiet of her life...I’m now someone she feels she has to act desperately with. Now I’m a threat. Now I’m a problem. Now I’m someone she feels she has to eliminate or else she could encounter problems. And that in itself is just...well..."psychopathic". I can’t believe this. So she went to Al. And Al, not knowing what was really happening, jumped right on the bandwagon to come to her rescue, thinking..."damsel in distress; must protect". But Al has a lot of testosterone, and didn't stop to think. He just acted. (You know... "Grunt, grunt!") Al had a hero complex, wanted to show off to everybody just how good of a hero he could be, and got himself in far too deeply, went overboard, did far too much, and as a result, is now stuck in the face of a LOT of soon-to-come trouble for himself and everyone else AROUND him, because while Angie was the catalyst, he was ultimately responsible, criminally and liably, for making everything that eventually happened inside NWS, FDEM, ACOEM, ACSO, GPD, UPD, and the Gainesville SAO.

So why did Angie change?

I trusted Jeff Capehart with very personal and private information about what happened, that night, between me and Angie. You’re supposed to be able to go to your best friends and trust that they’ll keep your most secret things to themselves, damn it. Friends are supposed to be the holders of your secrets, people you can trust anything with. And just a short two-and-a-half-weeks after confiding that information to Jeff, he actually betrayed me by taking that information STRAIGHT back to Angie in a critical, condescending letter designed not only to strike fear in Angie’s heart, but to show her that he knew. He didn't even CC me. It was meant to be a private email to Angie about me - one that he had expected would not be duped back to me, or that I would ever know about. If Angie hadn't sent me a copy, I would have never caught on that Jeff was engaging in this kind of thing behind my back. I suddenly began to realize WHY people kept dropping like flies in my contacts and associations. Jeff was contacting everyone behind my back and attempting to make people doubt in me. Here, he attempted to use the situation to garner Angie's confidence in him, and to distrust me. But Angie forwarded a copy back to me, "FYI". It was designed to make Angie doubt, and fear, and distrust. The email was designed to show her that I was irresponsible, while simultaneously giving the appearance that he was "a good friend", "for my own good". ...And it worked extremely well.

After he sent that letter, suddenly Angie went from being a friend who trusted and confided in me, to someone who didn’t know who the hell I was. She doubted me and my intentions. Suddenly she went from open to closed. You could see her whole attitude towards the things going on down here quickly change. Suddenly, someone who used to send and exchange very friendly email conversations with me now didn't want anything from me but a "business-only" relationship.

I sent Angie some emails which begged her not to listen to the hate. It didn't do any good, though. Now I'd lost a friend, too.

There was no other purpose for that letter. Jeff sent it with wording designed to make it sound like he was my friend; and yet, right in front of your face at the very same time, was condescending wording designed to make me look stupid and irresponsible. It was a "hate" mail, in disguise of something sent in the name of "friendship". It was right in front of your face. ...But Angie didn’t see that. ...Because Jeff is an excellent charismatic speaker. He is able to make hate sound like a "favor" being done to "help" someone. No one ever catches that sort of stuff...especially when it comes from someone whom everyone believes in.

You know? Had Jeff NOT sent that email...none of this might not have ever happened. It's what STARTED the whole thing, and is what made Angie realize that SHE was now being targetted by the people who were targetting me, and it HAD to frighten her. I don't care WHAT she says, later.

It took me a long, long time to see Jeff for what he really was. He was someone who always told me he was my friend; and yet, he would always do things to sabotage me. As a victim who trusts someone, you never notice these things at first. You don’t want to believe them. And it takes a very long time for victims to realize what is really going on...but not until it’s too late, and great, immense damage has been done in their lives. This is the relationship between abuser and victim. You don’t want to believe that this person could be bad, and so you actually develop excuses for them. ...Clubs, organizations, and whole government agencies make excuses for them. Sometimes you’re lucky and the abuser sees the light. But in this case, Jeff was a psychopath. He doesn’t understand emotions. He only knows how to get what he wants at any cost...and if attacking your friends and associations does the job, then that is what he’s going to do.

The email to Angie again brought up an argument that Jeff and I had had a year-and-a-half before, about the "SKYWARN Coordinator" manning the EOC (Emergency Operations Center, now called the CCC, for Combined Communcations Center) during hurricanes. Jeff wanted me to man the EOC as a SKYWARN representative during hurricanes. He would try everything to get me to do it. He'd accuse me of being irresponsible by choosing to stay home with my mother (who had cancer). When that didn't work, he tried to embarass me with it in front of other members during GARS meetings. What Jeff really wanted was for me to go there so that he could go home during hurricanes, because usually not many other hams would volunteer to allow themselves to be locked down in a place that was not home. To boot, his wife Susan was always bitching at him for always being there and never being able to leave. I guess he saw me as the easist, most open target to hit with it. Jeff was always saying that as SKYWARN Coordinator, it was my "duty" to man the EOC during hurricanes. But my argument was always..."To man the EOC to do...WHAT? To do WHAT, Jeff? ...Coordinate SKYWARN activities in 75+ mph winds?!!! So then, you’re advocating that spotters should post themselves at their windows during 75+ mph winds and report...WHAT? ...things flying around outside their home?...things flying into windows that should have been boarded up but weren’t because the Coordinator and the National Weather service TOLD them to sit by the windows?...to report when they get injured from manning their windows in 75+ mph winds? Just WHAT...is a SKYWARN Coordinator...supposed to do during hurricanes...that actually the *ARES EC*, or someone else in *ARES*...can’t already do? During hurricanes, all spotter activities should CEASE. There should BE no spotters out and about, or manning their windows...and windows should be boarded UP! If I EVER personally hear of any spotter activity during hurricanes I will personally SHOOT them - because it's about the same god damned THING! You might as well just jump in front of a BUS!" The argument made perfect sense and was logical; there WAS no arguing with it. But Jeff would still try, anyway. You will NOT find ONE Emergency Manager, ONE NWS employee, who will contradict me or argue with me on this. It's a simple matter of liability. There is NO purpose for "SKYWARN" operations during hurricanes. And it is NOT necessary, mandated, or REQUIRED for a SKYWARN Coordinator of a CIVILIAN organization to be present on official government property just to repeat NWS bulletins and hurricane status and damage reports over a microphone. When hurricanes come, SKYWARN stands down, and ARES takes over. Period. Failing to win that argument, as I said, he'd try to embarass me in front of my peers for deciding to stay home and watch my mother when she had cancer during hurricanes. You KNOW though? Putting my foot down, that wasn't any of his god damned business. I was watching the hurricanes and if they seemed like they were going to be a strong enough danger mandating going to a shelter then I would have done that. As it is they were always TD status. We were lucky and so actually going to shelters was NOT required. But Jeff had this thing about controlling my life. He couldn't put it down. He'd always take every opportunity to bring it up again, later. ...Even YEARS later, as he did with the NWS to try to sway their opinion of me, THERE.

But going to NWS, Emergency Management, the local ham clubs, and repeatedly bringing it up solely for the purpose of trying to embarass me and make me look stupid was wrong. And anyone attempting to SUPPORT him in doing that was wrong. And he'd always fool people, again, by touting that he was only doing it to me because he was trying to do me a "favor". People are so gullible. But hey. I fell for it too for quite the long time. Jeff was all about controling you. It had nothing to do with favors and friendships. It was about controlling you. And if you didn't do what he told you to do, he tried to publicly humiliate you. I really don't see how people in the NWS could have been so GULLIBLE, though. WHY didn't they see that that's what he was trying to DO? I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean, that was a pretty shitty email to send about someone.

But STILL Jeff would always try to bring the argument back up again. I’d even told him to drop it, but he’d only wait a couple of months, and bring it back up again. He didn’t like to lose. He can’t stand that. So he’d try to go to my friends and convince THEM to convince me. When that didn’t work, he went to government LEADERS and tried to make THEM convince me of the errors of my ways. He'd wait until some spotter training class, or some public presentation, and he'd bring it up in front of a hundred people and laugh about it. This isn't a man looking out for me. It's a man trying to deliberately cause people to disrespect and disbelieve in me. With Jeff it was always dirty pool. ...With someone he called his FRIEND. He did this to me repeatedly and I was starting to slowly get the picture that Jeff wasn’t being my friend, he was really manipulating me. It was becoming slowly apparent that what we had wasn’t really a "friendship" but some sort of sick symbiosis thing where I’m important to him in some way that I hadn’t figured out yet. Maybe I was just a tool with which to glean more popularity and attention, some check mark on some public service card. I don't know. But what we had, I was slowly beginning to realize, was not a normal relationship, but something sick and twisted.

In the days after the 2005 spotter training class, Angie and I exchanged more emails. In them I tried to explain to her the situation down here, about all the stalking, the harassments. It was a mistake, though. Jeff's email had done too much damage. I tried and tried...BEGGED her not to let the other hams who were stalking me contaminate her idea of me or to think of me badly. But I wasn’t aware that all I was doing was just exactly the opposite. It wasn’t working. Humans have a really nasty, bad habit of trying to be "at-home CSI detectives". They don’t have the forensics training, so lacking that, they try to go by "gut feelings", almost on ESP. They think they know humans enough to be able to GUESS at who the bad guy really is when the clues just aren't clear enough or there. More often than not, this fails, and the wrong people become harmed. That is what happened, here. I guess it's my "beady eyes." (What the hell IS that, anyway?)

I threw ideas at Angie, like becoming an officer in ACS. I was trying to hunt down people with real knowledge and real experience in meteorology, spotting, etc…because I thought with people like that in our repertoire would be the best thing all around for the group. I wanted people who knew their stuff. I wanted people with knowledge and enthusiasm. It is THESE types of people who really make things work. But more I tried to convince Angie to help out, more Angie saw "flirting", I think. I wasn’t interested in her as a mate, or even a god damned SEX partner. I just wanted someone smart and who knew their stuff and who could thus really help the group GO places. I also wanted a friend...someone who understood, and GOD dammit whom I could trust. ...For ONCE. ...And Angie indicated pride in what I was doing, and she was SO very enthusiastic about SKYWARN. But knowing that I was being stalked not just by one...but by up to SIX DIFFERENT HAMS...Angie decided that she wanted no part of this. She would back out of invitations to join up, citing the appearance of favoritism, and that if she got involved with one group, she’d have to do the same for all. And while this of course sounded reasonable, I knew it was total BS. :( Angie was frightened...of the whole situation, of me. She had NO CLUE who was telling the truth and who was lying. And I’m sure she had fears that if she showed any sign of assisting Alachua County SKYWARN with anything, then MY attackers might become HER attackers. That SHE might end up in the attacker’s sights. …and Jeff’s letter...proved just exactly that to be true. ANYONE, not just Angie, could have had those fears, and they would have been...

...Absolutely correct to have them. They’re RIGHT. They’re one hundred percent CORRECT. They WOULD become targets. They WOULD be attacked, too. It was (still is) a VERY REAL CONCERN! I could not (still cannot) argue this fact. There was nothing that I could do. The argument is not without merit. The argument does make sense. ...And I can’t do anything about it. No one wants anything to do with Alachua County SKYWARN...because SOMETHING very strange is going on with it. But what was WRONG, was that when I complained...people jumped to wild conclusions, took REAL actions against the wrong person, and completely destroyed that person AND the organization...and neither deserved it.

Jeffrey Donald Capehart W4UFL and Susan Ann Tipton K9PDL, Frederick Scott West KG4VWD, Jay Lieberman KD4FER, Philip Spoffard Royce KE4PWE and Melissa Royce KE4WBQ - six Cylons... Er, I mean ham radio operators who went out of their way to stalk and harass and destroy me and Alachua County SKYWARN... …WHY??? Just so that everyone knows, between the six, they've engaged in the following crimes: stalking, harassment, arson, computer hacking, other computer crimes including the use of computers to stalk and harass, to cause deliberate blockage and use of pagers, cellphones, and answering machines, leaving threatening messages, email bombing, pager bombing, cellphone bombing, threats to keep my mouth shut about the harassments, check fraud, threat of physical assault, assaulting people with guns, assaulting OFFICERS with guns, attempt use slander and deliberately false information about a person and an organization spread about in such a deliberate manner as to cause fear and panic on other civilian organizations and multiple city, county, state, and federal government agencies, forging business cards with intent to con city, county, and state government employees into taking over an organization, conspiracy to do so, using fake titles with intent to con city, county, and state government employees, attempting to use power of office to take over other organizations, conspiracy to do so, attempting to use power of office to illicitely take equipment - including computers and licensed transmitting and satellite receiving equipment obtained through legal means from the State government, attempting to cover up those things, ignoring complaints of stalking and harassment by city, county, state employees and failing to file proper reports and to work with the victim to investigate, violation of fairness laws, violation of the civil rights of me and ACS...and so on.

But the HAMS weren't the problem. No, no. *I* was the problem...so much so that FOUR GOVERNMENT AGENCIES went OUT OF THEIR WAY to have meetings about me, to blackball me, to prevent ACS from being recognized or to perform any further public service training classes, etc. When *I* complained about the hams stalking me, I was met with incredulousness and disbelief. Everyone blew me off. WHY? People stopped listening to me halfway through my complaints. Police blew me off. Emergency Management blew me off. The National Weather Service blew me off. The Gainesville State Attorney's Office blew me off. GPD sabotaged a harassment case. UPD sabotaged a hacking investigation. I was treated like I was a son of a bitch and a tyrant for making the complaints. WHY?????

What did I actually DO that was so BAD? What WAS it that Angie TOLD everybody? Can ANYBODY stand in front of a Judge and adequately and justifiably EXPLAIN that to him, I wonder, just exactly what the hell it was that I even DID? No. They can’t. That’s why nobody is suing me. That’s why no one is taking me to court over all these blogs and harassment-related web pages. That’s why people try to manipulate the search engines to HIDE those blogs, and web pages...QUIETLY, sureptitiously. ...Because if this got into court NOW, it would become officially public, placed into the public RECORD. There would be questions, interrogations, inquiries and real investigations... People would be sued, criminally charged in some cases, lose their careers, their homes, their livelihood. ...All because a number of gullible people went too far, "convicted" the wrong person in the "Court of Public Guesswork and At Home Justice", caused him AND an innocent organization - as well as civilian spotters and organizations all across the entire NWS-JAX County Warning Area...tangible harm, and great unjustice. ...And now, everyone is liable, everyone is responsible, everyone could easily at any wrong step come under some very deep, dark trouble, and everyone wants to cover it up and "make it go away". Besides, what are they actually going to try to claim that I DID?

I'm sorry. I just have to rant. Let me get this straight. Does anyone actually think that anyone is going to sue me for "defamation of character"? Do I have that correctly? What was it Terry Garr said in CE3K? "...I'm sorry...You said what? ...You said WHAT?" ...Pot kinda calling the kettle BLACK; wouldn't you say? Everyone "wishes" they'd never gone as far as they did - without reason, without proof, or evidence, or witnesses. Meanwhile, MY OWN life...remains destroyed. I get no acknowledgements. I get no APOLOGY from anyone. I am..."sacrificed"...for the good of the many. The evidence is inescapable. I was dreadfully harmed by slander and gossip and rumor to a degree not EVEN funny, excuseable, or explicable. That's obvious to ANY judge. I don't think ACOEM, the National Weather Service, the Gainesville Police Department, the University Police Department, the Alachua County Sheriff's Office, the Gainesville State Attorney's Office, the Gainesville Amateur Radio Society, the Gator Amateur Radio Club, the University of Florida, the American Radio Relay League, ARRL North Florida Section Manager Paul Eakin, GARC Faculty Advisor Dr. Jay Garlitz, NWS-JAX WCM Angie Enyedi, NWS-JAX Lead WCM Al Sandrik, NWS-JAX Lead Meteorologist Steve Letro, Emergency Manager David Donnelly, Ret. Emergency Manager Chief William May, GPD Detective Joseph Mayo, UPD Detective Michael Metz, ACSO Deputy John Moorhouse, GARS/GARC officer Jeffrey Donald Capehart W4UFL, GARS/GARC officer Susan Ann Tipton K9PDL, Frederick Scott West KG4VWD, Jay Leiberman KD4FER, Philip Spoffard Royce KE4PWE, Melissa Shires Royce KE4WBQ, or anyone ELSE who thinks that I've harmed THEM for all of the cruel things I can PROVE that they did...will be looked at with any serious credibility or consideration by any judge once that judge sees the incredible EXTENT that people with hate WENT to in order to bring someone harm. ...ESPECIALLY without being given any right to be heard or to defend myself. No. I don't worry about it. Not at all. That's actually what I WANT...to BE in a courtroom...with ANY of these people...having it all handled publicly, fairly, in the venue where it actually BELONGS. So yes. Let's ALL get together in a courtoom and have a NICE little "pow-wow". (sigh)

Sorry. I got off track again, there. (sigh)

Meanwhile, innocent spotters across this county are being punished for the acts of a few very stupid, childish, and selfish hams who wanted power, and glory, and attention for themselves, and who caused so much trouble to get it. Spotter classes in Alachua County have been cancelled and put off for the past three years plus now, because NWS empolyees, realizing what they had done, are now too afraid to come down here and face everyone, and are afraid of having to answer for what they did. It's not fair. *I* certainly didn't deserve all that happened to me. But the local citizens who were not involved in any of this bullshit in any way...they CERTAINLY didn't deserve this especially, and it's not fair to withhold training from them, OR to force them to have to go through background security checks, and to have to have "clearance" to access a building where a spotter training class is being held, or to have to learn EMRISS-this and EMCOMM-that training, or to become trained in Incident Command Operations, or to have to be able to drag a 300-pound dummy 100-feet....just to become a storm spotter - someone who is only supposed to look up, and pick up a cellphone. That's just utter ridiculousness. It's inexplicable. It's not in the NWS requirements to be a storm spotter, not in any NWS SOP. And it's not fair to also force them the drive all the way to Duval County, just to GET that training.

...And handing the spotter program over to local emergency management didn't do a whole hell of a lotta good, either...because all that did was give the power straight back TO the very people who were CAUSING the problem . Who do you think EM handed that program TO??? That's right...the HAM RADIO OPERRATORS! ...The very same hams who had engaged in all the stalking and harassment and problems in the first place.

(sigh, pause)

During a previous spotter training class, there was one other odd thing that happened that I just HAVE to mention something about. It had to do with a spotter by the name of Charles Sacco. It was completely and totally innocent. Or it SHOULD have been. It SHOULD have been nothing. But it obviously was something that bothered Jeff very greatly...

During that class, Charles approached me and asked for my autograph. In the ten years previous of holding spotter training classes, NO ONE had ever asked me for my autograph. It kinda took me aback, at first. I didn’t know what to do. It felt kind of weird. I never, ever considered myself as anyone famous or even worthy of much attention, much less an autograph. I didn’t think myself worthy of anyone’s hero status, certainly. Really, I was just some stupid, insignificant nobody, who was just like everyone else. All I basically did was introduce someone else with a degree who actually GAVE the spotter training class, or a weather- or safety-related presentation. I REALLY didn’t think that I deserved THAT kind of elevation. So I hesitated for a second when he asked me for it. I remember that. But at the same time, something else was also going through my mind in that same moment. It was a kind of fear. It was...hesitance. It was...wariness. For a split second, I worried what this might make OTHER people think. What would Scott think? ...or Jay? ...or any of the other weird people who had been stalking me think? What would they DO? SHOULD I sign this? Or should I just wave it off and walk away and hope nobody saw it happen? I wasn’t feeling pride, or ego, or anything LIKE that. I was feeling awkward, to be quite honest. ...I felt kinda weirded, because it wasn't..."normal". But if I refused, I might also make Charles feel insulted, or like I didn't like him. And that wasn't the case at all. All of this was going through my mind in the span of "splits" between the seconds. I hesitated for a total of maybe a couple of seconds, and then before my facial expression could become noticed, I caught my open mouth, closed it, smiled, and said "Sure", and signed Charles’s paper. But now I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd just walked away. I wish that it had never happened. Because...

...THEN I noticed Jeff’s crooked, almost cynical smile. He had been watching the whole thing. His look made me feel unusually uncomfortable and unnerved. It was like a crook who had just caught you stealing a cookie from the cookie jar or something. It was kind of a...a...almost a sadistic kind of smile. I don’t think HE even realized that he was making it. I didn’t like it. It didn't seem like a normal "human" kind of smile. There was something very "wrong" with it. It made me kind of nervous. It was like...like the face that a stalker who was about to pounce on his prey or something might make.

As people were leaving after the class, Jeff approached me. He told me how he noticed how Charles had asked for my autograph. I was like "Eh, it wasn’t any big deal. I just signed it." I told him how I felt kinda weirded by it; how it had never happended before. I told hiim how I realized that Charles just really liked the spotter program and I was a leader in the organization and he just admired the leader. Then he said, "OH! *I* see! I think I *understand* you, now." There was a scary pause in me - something in the WAY that that man said it. It sent CHILLS up my spine. It bothered me. It was like...like some "switch" had clicked in him or something. I didn’t know why, but something instinctive inside me made me feel very extremely uncomfortable. ...Like some "program" had been activated inside a sleeper and it was very dark. I felt like...like the whole "friendship" between us?...like it might have been a ruse. ...Like he wasn’t really after my friendship all this time, but something else. Like...like, all these years, he was..."STUDYING" me all of this time. I suddenly got this feeling like I had just been some sort of..."experiment", and now he had gathered all of the information that he needed and he was now ready to move on to the next "level". But...what "level?" NOW what was I in for? When he said that, I stopped immediately, my mouth slightly agape. I remember realizing that. Something inside me told me that I was in some sort of trouble. I got very scared. It's hard to explain it...the kind of feeling that I felt, that is. It was "dark". It was a very weird experience. In that moment, I suddenly started to see Jeff in a very different, darker light. Over the next few days, I began to go over everything that happened between us in the past. I began to realize...Jeff always criticized. He always put me down. He always made fun of me. He talked about me behind his back. ...Both he and his wife, really. He was always getting in the way of something I was doing, or trying to sabotage projects, or the way that people saw me. Everything with us was always me trying to do something important to help people, and Jeff making light of it, putting it down, and doing things to embarrass and humiliate me, or to make my projects and ideas seem stupid and inconsequential to others. In the past, he’d work with me on ideas, and then when we’d go before the club or other people to try to glean support for it, HE’D STOMP ON IT AND PUT IT DOWN!!!...making everyone think it wasn’t worth supporting! I was beginning to realize...this...this was not a friendship. What it WAS was an abusive relationship. And as I repeated what Jeff said in my mind – "I think I’ve finally figured you out, now!" – I finallly began to realize that I was being played like a fiddle. I wasn’t a "friend". I wasn’t a human being. I was a toy. I was a lab rat. He’s been using me to try to figure out humans in general, because he didn’t feel emotions or understand them, and to him they were a foreign concept and he needed a FEELING subject to manipulate and experiment with in order to try to figure us all out.

Flash forward again...

After what he had done to me with Angie, I cut off the friendship, right there. That was it. That was the last straw. I’d had it. He was history. I gave the man so many chances, before, and I was STUPID to do that. I'm TOO damned kind to people and I need to stop it. I'm not doing it anymore. I told him that his Assistant Coordinator status was revoked, that he was no longer to call me, email me, talk to me, or in any other way to contact me. He was not to talk ABOUT me to others, OR about Alachua County SKYWARN. I told him that if he contacted me again, or if I found out that he was talking about me and working people up and causing difficulty for me after I'd told him to STOP doing that, then I would call the police and charge him with stalking and harassment. I was done with this asshole.

But (sigh), with Jeff, an ultimatum always has a "time limit". It’s not really seriously meant. Everything is dream-world haziness to him. "I’ll just wait a couple of weeks and get back with him, because after all, he’s just blowing off steam and I’ll just wait until he’s calmed down." I’ve never been able to give Jeff an ultimatum and have him take it seriously. I've never truly been able to make the man stop doing anything I didn't want him to do - including working low lifes like Scott, Jay and the Royces up. He is obsessive compulsively fixated on following me, my life, the things I’m doing, throwing obstacles in my path, and watching what happens and laughing. He is mentally UNABLE to put me down. He CANNOT do it. So with Jeff, a week later, or two weeks later, or maybe three, maybe a month, or maybe two months later...he’d always make attempt to contact me again; to come back into my life. After which, I’d again reissue the threat to call the police. He just COULD NOT UNDERSTAND. I COULDN’T make him go away. What you have to do is ignore him, not respond at ALL. After a while, he gives up. But even then, not forever. He just tries again some time later. ...And you continue to ignore him.

I began to realize that with Jeff, you really DO have to show some real consequences, or he just doesn’t take you seriously. But then, I’m not an asshole, either. Calling the police is not something normal for me. It's a foreign concept. I just don’t DO things like that. I told myself I never WOULD...EVER...not in my lifetime. But between Jeff, Susan, Scott, Jay, Phil, and Melissa...it was becoming apparent that these people were not normal, that abnormal people really DO exist, and that there are some people that you just CANNOT avoid having to take serious consequences upon. (sigh) Do you know how SCARY it is to have to DEAL with people like this??? They weren’t going to just "go away" by me leaving them alone, or by my staying out of the limelight, or "keeping my mouth shut" as Frederick Scott West once put it to me. THESE people...couldn’t put me down. They had an obsessive compulsive addiction. It wasn't normal. It was just too much FUN to bother me. And so, if I went into hiding, they’d just get WORSE. They'd hunt me down, seek me out, do things to taunt me, to bother me. Months later, I'd get a harassing call with someone playing a recording of a harassing song, or something like that. If I went to the police, they just had contacts within the agency and they’d just convince the cops that *I* was the lunatic, not they; and that I shouldn’t be taken seriously. ...And it worked.

Then Jeff hacked into the AC-EMWIN system in February of 2009, and I *caught* him. That was it. That was enough. I’d had it. Early the next morning, I *actually* called the cops. I really filed a report with UPD. And for the first time, Jeff SAW that I’d actually called the police on him. You all know the outcome from the previous blogs. But at least, Jeff finally stopped contacting me directly at least. Unfortunately it took having to call the COPS for him to realize that I was serious.

But there you go. Here we are now some five-plus years later, and I am STILL being haunted and affected by these people. ...by Jeff especially.

All of this trouble...because some hams LIED about someone.

Sometimes a lie...gets the whole world in trouble.

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Where'd Todd Go?...On Dealing With Psychopaths and Stalking

CONTENTS

   Preface: No Average Bullying

1. "Are You Going To Be Alright?"
   
2. Becoming An Unwilling Expert
   
3. What Is A Psychopath?
   
4. An Uncomfortable Subject
   
5. Dramatis Personae
   
6. How To Dupe A Government Agency To Take Over An Organization That Doesn't Belong To It...
   
7. Irresponsibility In Emergency Management
   -- On Dave Donnelly and Ret. Chief William May, Alachua County Office of Emergency Mgmt.
   
8. "We Don't Care"
   
9. "...A Serious Problem"
   -- On Emergency Management Interference With A Cyberstalking Investigation and a Hacking Investigation
   
10. What Do You Do When A Cop Goes Bad?
    -- On Detective Joseph Mayo, Gainesville Police Department
    
11. Gossipping For Limelight
    -- On Paul Eakin / KJ4G, Northern Florida Section Manager, ARRL
    
12. UF Faculty Advisor Helps Hacker Escape Arrest After Hacking Into Server
    -- On Dr. Jay Garlitz / AA4FL, Gator Amateur Radio Club, University Of Florida
    
13. "...I Have Nothing Official To Give You"
    -- On Detective Michael Metz, University Of Florida Police Department
    
14. "I Want What HE'S Got And I Want It NOW!"
    -- On Melissa Shires Royce / KE4WBQ, Gainesville Amateur Radio Society
    
15. "I Said Everything That I Could To Feed Everyone's Worst Fears"
    -- On Philip Spoffard Royce / KE4PWE, Alachua County Sheriffs Office
    
16. The Not-So-Bright Thug
    -- On Frederick Scott West / KG4VWD, Gainesville Amateur Radio Society
    
17. The Racist Arsonist Repeat Gun Felon Previously Abducted By Space Aliens - Twice
    -- On Jay Leiberman / KD4FER, Gainesville Amateur Radio Society
    
18. "I Don't Like Him...He Steals All The Attention Away From You"
    -- On Susan Ann Tipton / K9PDL, Gainesville Amateur Radio Society
    
19. The One Common Person To It All...
    -- On Jeffrey Donald Capehart / W4UFL, Gainesville Amateur Radio Society
    
20. Some Things I Started To Notice About Jeff's Behavior Over Time
    
21. No Happy Ending
    
22. My "Deliverance"
    
23. UPDATE: March 10, 2010 - Duping The Victim
    -- U-Fla Criminology Professor Promises To Help, Then Abandons Me
24. UPDATE: September 16, 2010 - On The NWS's Reaction
    -- On The NWS's Frightened Reaction and How All Four Levels Of Government Eventually Ended Up Involved
25. UPDATE: March 6, 2014 - Unacceptable NWS Employee Behavior During Spotter Class
    

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Preface:
   No Average "Bullying"...

...A "turf war" over who would be the first "President". That's what all this boils down to. ...All because I'd called a meeting to discuss the possibility of incorporating an organization that I'd created back in 1997 called Alachua County SKYWARN. I had such high hopes over who might show up to become the first official officers - who might come forward to become the movers and the shakers to make things really happen, and hopefully make the organization fly. Instead, what showed up were all the narcissists, sociopaths, and sycophantic, self-aggrandizing assholes with delusions of god-hood and the expectation of the clapping adoration of the masses. None of whom had any actual really good ideas, but who instead proffered threats of sabotage of my professional relationships with local emergency management and with the National Weather Service if I didn't make each one of them the "first" President. One of them even demanded making him the first President, his wife the Treasurer ("because she's good with the books"), and asked what I'd thought about the idea of abusing club funds and resources to purchase "equipment and things for personal use."

And it got so god-awful far as it now has today because no one, including the police, wanted to believe what I was telling them...that I was being stalked by a group of six or seven ham radio operators from the Gainesville Amateur Radio Society and the Gator Amateur Radio Club.

...But why?

I am continually dumbfounded by how easily people want to hate, to jump to the most sick, twisted, and horrific conclusions, to want to believe in the most hateful rumor, in the absurd, in the ridiculous - without the slightest tangible bit of evidence available to back it up, to believe in that "Frankenstein's Monster", to hunt someone down and cause them so much pain and sorrow, to rally behind one single individual's Hitleresque words of hate against another. ...Remember what happened to the German people in the 1930s and 40s? Started with one man. It spread throughout the people. Next thing you know a military police force is formed. Then they start rounding up Jews. They talk themselves into believing that the Jews are a "problem". Then they start killing Jews. Then they want to take over the world. Then a more resolute defending military comes along and kicks some ass and...whaddiyuh know! Suddenly they're the good guys and we've got them all wrong, and they want our mercy. Right? They want forgiveness. "We didn't know! We were duped by a madman!", they decry.

Yah, bullshit. You can never escape the fact that no matter what, you are responsible for your own actions. At any time, anyone could have said "I refuse to do this." No one did. (Okay. Granted. Back in those times, it wasn't exactly a choice. You capitulated to the leadership's growing demands, or you, or a member of your family, or your whole family, or your friends', would have a gun pointed at your head, or maybe they might disappear entirely. The same can't be said for the players in this particular drama. No one pointed a gun to their heads. There was no coercion exerted. Someone simply said something about someone, and the rest fell in line behind it...willingly, of their own sound-minded volition...simply because they wanted to believe it was true.)

So basically, some nutcase passes around some pamphlets and starts a slow hysterical paranoia to build up until it reaches a crescendo and, next thing you know, people you thought were of good heart and sound mind are doing things you never ever would have believed them capable of...killing Jews. Good people can do bad things when they don't mind their conscience like they should.

And then they scramble in the sixteen cardinal directions when everybody finally realizes that...OOPS!...they were wrong about the Jews! They weren't the bad guys after all! Oh well. And everybody just wants life to move right on along like nothing happened and for everyone else to completely forget about what they did. "It's all over, now! There's nothing you can do about it! Why are you making such a big deal about this? You're being ridiculous! Why can't you just let it all GO!" Right?

I'm shocked at how quickly people want to pick up the pitchforks, the knives, the stones, the clubs, the torches, and attack and cause so much destruction and sorrow for the maliciously defamed "monster". But when the tables are turned, and now they're the ones in the frying pan, it's funny how they seem to know all about the law, and about...

- the rules of kindness,

- of fair play,

- of understanding,

- compassion,

- "brotherly love",

- the Golden Rule,

- God,

- the Ten Commandments,

- and all those really-cool-sounding red-fonted verses spoken in butt-end of the Bible that obviously meant so very much to them that they practiced them every single day;

- and they can come up with a thousand reasons why you should forgive them and "turn the other cheek"

...because, after all, God BLESS 'em, "Isn't that just the right thing to do? [wink-wink]".

In the quickest possible nutshell, I was stalked and harassed by seven local amateur radio operators, also known as "hams", who made four levels of government, eighteen government agencies, eight police departments, four civilian organizations, the FBI, and Naval Ocean Systems Command all believe that I was such a serious problem that I needed to be dealt with as quickly as possible. (That's an awful lot of pretty serious resources thrown at one point or another up against just one person. Don't you think?) Emergency Management and the Weather Service were specifically targeted by the hams and those agencies were convinced so well that they decided that actual meetings were necessary to discuss all of the "problems" that I was apparently causing, and to discuss what actions needed to be taken to deal with me. Apparently they'd determined that I was such a serious criminal genius that official standard operating procedures wouldn't work against me so everything needed to be handled unofficially and under the table so as to prevent me any advance intel which would allow me to defend myself or to do anything about it.

Meanwhile, my lead stalker kept me constantly and quite very well advised of all the latest about it all. It was his favorite thing - how the group was manipulating them by saying this and that about me, and how Dave Donnelly said this about me, and how Chief May said that, and Al Sandrik said this about me, and what Angie Enyedi was saying about me, and how very proud they all were at just how well they had succeeded at being especially able to frighten her shitless about me. (He told me that quite a number of them were hitting her simultaneously for extra effect.) What they were saying specifically he refused to elaborate. He enjoyed leaving me in the dark about some things because he got off on torturing me and watching me get worried and upset. He was especially proud of how they had even convinced people in various EM-run organizations (RACES, SATERN, CERT) who didn't even know me to complain about me as if they had had some personal experiences with me...how he was able to prey upon weak people like that who were especially vulnerable to gossip. His life just wouldn't be right if he wasn't able to constantly harass me with all these play-by-plays in the Publix parking lot. (After a while he stopped discussing things with me by email or over the phone and would only share information with me if it was in a private place, under his terms and control, such as the Publix parking lot on NW 13th Street and NW 39th. It was surreal.)

Even the local Emergency Manager was duped into believing that I was a problem. He didn't have any clue what was actually going on, but for some unexplained reason he didn't feel it was necessary to initiate any official investigation or to contact me personally about any of it, either. According to my lead stalker, the Emergency Manager went farther to actually take the additional stunning course of action to personally involve himself in a couple ongoing criminal cases that I'd filed against the hams with two different police departments and begged them to sabotage the cases so that they went nowhere. At the time, I wasn't aware that the hams were also the Emergency Manager's good friends. The cops, thinking that they were working towards the end purpose of something for the greater good, and where the request came from someone highly held in their chain of command who wore a shirt with a logo, deliberately destroyed evidence, or prevented it's gathering. Emergency Management also convinced the local area NWS Field Office (and eventually every EM agency within it's entire County Warning Area and beyond) to believe that I was a problem. Emails and memos were sent from one EM agency to another all over north Florida and southern Georgia. These actions only served to cause even more harm to happen because it only encouraged the hams to get worse, while aiding the spread of the malice even wider. But by the time everyone had realized that they were wrong, and that it might be possible that I wasn't the bad guy after all, it was already way too late. Serious libel damage and serious criminal things had now been done - by everyone involved, and now more than just the hams had become responsible. Government leaders were now responsible, and so were their governmental employers...all because they had believed in the hams without asking one very important question of them first:

   "Do...you...have...any...PROOF...of...that?"

That question was apparently deemed not necessary by everyone who'd become involved. Why? ...Because after the filth had left the mouth of the hams, it was from there on carried on by people who wore shirts with logos. ...And who ever thinks to challenge a shirt with a logo?...especially other shirts with logos? I mean...they're "responsible." They're "trained professionals." Right? ...And they always know exactly what they're doing. Right?

Somewhere along the way, I think everyone also forgot along the way to let me know exactly what the hell it was that I did. You know...

1. You have a right to know what you're being accused of.
2. You have the right to know who is accusing you.
3. You have the right to be able to face your accusers.
4. You have the right to answer up in your own defense, and if necessary...
5. You have a right to an attorney, and
6. You have the right to a trial by jury.

And YOU know..."equal justice under the law"...and all that.

...Right?

But no meetings were ever held with me. There was no sit-down at any table in anyone's office. No one pushed a sheet of paper over to me for me to sign, with all their "problems" with me bulleted upon it, and with a witness's signature upon it, or a date & time stamp, or a raised Locus Sigilli stamp. Doesn't exist. And no one will be able to prove to any court of law that they properly did such a thing. And these people really NEED that document to exist...badly. This is called "due process". And that due process never happened for me. So in all these years since, no one ever bothered to explain to me just exactly why they were doing all these things to me, why everyone thought I was a problem, or even just plainly what the hell those problems even were. Never, ever happened. You can't accuse someone of something, take actions against them, cause so much fray in their life, and especially...to never offer apology when you find out later that you're wrong, and basically tell them "if you don't like it, tough". A lot of devastation was caused for me because of this particular method of monster hunt.

...But what hell was it that I had done? and why am I not allowed to know?

I feel confident enough to bet, too, that not one single official entity ever even bothered to obtain any hand-signed affidavits (witness statements) from those hams, either. The hams were thier star witnesses. Those documents would also be important for them. The officials acted solely on the talk, alone. But I guarantee you that since this blog went up they've probably tried more than once to obtain such documents from them. ...And I'll bet they're still trying, today. Thing is, you're supposed to get those things BEFOREHAND, not after the victim wants a piece of your head on a platter for causing all of that pointless destruction to his life. I guarantee you this, though...that the hams were laughing their asses off at just how completely irresponsible Emergency Management had acted in the handling of all of this, and at just how easily they were able to manipulate them.

But no. To this day, I still don't know what it was that I did that warranted all of that. I was never told...not officially, or even unofficially. No emails. No letters. No phone calls. No personal visits. No invites to meetings. No subpoenas or summonses. No restraining orders. No Cease & Desists. There was never any back and forth at all. Nothing to clue me in from any official sources about what I had supposedly done. Whatever meetings there were, it was all handled quietly, without my participation, behind some closed door that I wasn't allowed into. I guess notifying me just wasn't deemed important. After all...I was guilty of whatever it was that I did. ...Right? Therefore, it was probably considered that notification to me of my "infractions" wasn't necessary because obviously I already knew. You see, this is how a bunch of innocent people ended up horrifically burned alive at the stake a few hundred years ago. It's called...the witch hunt. It's also known as..."mass hysteria", and ..."the Frankenstein's Monster Hunt".

And then there's all the reprisals by the authorities and by the public that you have to deal with during all that rumor onslaught, too. Everybody wants to jump on the bandwagon of taking up some official action or "policy" against the monster. You know...to show their "solidarity" with all the rest of the cliques.

But you know, in reality, no one ever admits that they were wrong, and what actually happens is that even if a few people do start to realize they were wrong, and even if they do apologize, the hatred still continues out there, if but maybe more in secret, lurking somewhere inside the hidden conspiracy theory cliques. And eventually, it slowly and inexorably builds back up into another belated crescendo again at some point, that comes back to haunt the victim again and again.

See, it's inevitable that what usually always happens in these kinds of situations is that once you teach people to hate someone, that hate always remains in most everyone who heard it. People want to hate, and they don't want to stop. It's human nature to do that. See that's why "intelligence" was supposed to rise us all up above the cave men - because we were supposed to have something called "reason" to help keep us in check. And then we could be oh so proud of ourselves for being "better". Eh. That was the theory, anyway. But the hoped-for era of the "better human beings" of Gene Roddenberry's Star Trek isn't going to happen for us. People want to believe in the dark negativity and in the conspiracy theories, instead. So when someone comes along and says that it was all a mistake, that it was all wrong, that the bad guy was really innocent, they say "Oh yah, right. Like we're gonna believe that! They must think we're stupid!" And so, the hatred and malignment continues on forever...even after a judge or jury renders the malignment against the victim to have been unjust. The judgment doesn't matter. People were taught to hate and they're just going to continue to do that. That's the reality of "defamation of character". So convincing the masses of the opposite of the filth that was contained in all those pamphlets is a very hard thing to do.

But as I've said before...when the tables are turned, and now they're the ones in the frying pan...

You know, everyone, every agency, every organization listed in this blog...has read this blog and obviously contacted a lawyer or a police department about it to try to find some way to make me shut up or to force me to take it down. Every cop or lawyer hired took a look at this blog at some point or another and, every time, their BEST recommendation given to the complainants has probably been to just let the damned thing go, with advice probably not too far from the likes of...

"You're involved in something that is now just way too big, and you've done way too much to this guy, and this guy's got so much on you...that you don't really want an investigation begun; and our best recommendation is to just let it go...at all costs...to just let it go...in your own best interests. Any investigation begun now will only call unwanted and highly public attention to all of the illicit things that you did to him, and you will not win. That is our best legal advice to you."

And so, this blog remains without any official, public, out-in-the-open challenge whatsoever since its publishing in 2009. Isn't that incredible? ...No reaction!...from any of the real public officials whose names are being mentioned herein, or from any of the official government agencies! No investigations, either!

First person to call this blog a "manifesto" gets a free summons to appear and prove it. And if you can't prove it, you get a free lawsuit and an accusation of attempting to polarize the view of the public against me before a trial. This is not a manifesto. Manifestos list demands and list threats of harmful retaliation if those demands are not met. That is not what this is. But I make the prediction that the bad guys, in an effort to misdirect, WILL try to use that word in order to throw people off and to cause mayhem and confusion.

There is no malicious content in here. There are no threats made. I've made careful sure of that. It's simply one man's story about a good many criminal actions taken against him by many people - including many public leaders - which occurred as a direct result of malicious gossip and rumor. ...And whether they like it or not, that man has a right to talk about it under free speech. That's just a basic Constitutional right that no one can argue against. And trying to go to Google about it to complain (and I suspect that it's already been tried), well...they'll just tell you that I do have a right to talk about anything that actually did happen to me and, that if you wanted to try to do something about it, then that's actually between you and that guy, personally, and doesn't involve Google. And then they'll likely advise you to get a lawyer. And since the perpetrators have already been there and done that and they ran into a dead end, well...then I guess that's where it always stops dead in it's tracks. Because to engage upon the trail of actual "Due Process" and the basic 6th and 14th Amendment rights is to cause an out-of-control investigation to happen which could turn up stuff. Investigations have a nasty-bad habit of doing that. And people don't want any "stuff" to be "turned up". See how that works? Nobody wants to touch this thing. But I do find it laughingly interesting though, how a bunch of people who talked about a guy and got him into so much serious trouble and caused him so much suffering and harm...how these very same people want to get this same guy into some form of trouble again because, yep, you got it, he "talked" about them and got them into some serious trouble, because it's just, well..."wrong", you see. Right? Am I missing anything, here?

Yah. I know. LOL. ...Interesting, indeed.

It was difficult to make it all stop. Impossible, in fact, at first. Once the bulldozer started moving...well, it...bulldozed. Another analogy would be boulders tumbling down a mountain, hitting other boulders, which hit more, and which hit even more...and in the end they all came down upon me, trapped in the valley at the base of the mountain. In the beginning, all it takes is the one boulder.

I was scared out of my mind, every minute of every day, because I never knew what they were going to do next, or how bad it was going to be, or just how stupid somebody's upper echelon was going to be, and how far they were going to further it. I never knew if the cops were going to come and take me away for some infractions that other people had made up and that a lot of shirts with logos had begun to believe in; but I was sure that whatever happened, that I would be hit with it by total surprise. And that's pretty much exactly what kept happening to me - one shocking and mind-blowing surprise after the next.

...And there was nothing I could do about it. I had to really think outside the box for some unorthodox ways to make it all stop. The answer always came back to me being forced to take on the task of defending myself because the authorities who were supposed to do it had obviously decided that the doctrine of "equal protection under the law" (the 14th Amendment) - while it may have applied to everyone else in the country - did not apply to me. The bad guys had a lot more friends in the police departments than me. I was obviously on my own.

There are people who stand frozen in front of the head lights and just stare at them until they get run over; and then there are people who do something very simple. ...They take some action, and move over. But, even I'll admit that this is a learn-ed act. In the beginning, you don't expect that there are people out there who get off on trying to run over innocent people. They have to get hit a few times, in fact, before they learn to do the obvious...to take one step off to the side and force the truck into the tree because it wasn't paying attention because it was so hell-bent on the concentration of causing you some sick and twisted pain. But if that doesn't work, and the bullies actually follow you off the road to come after you, then you have to get proactive, and start digging ditches filled with landmines, and stringing up the Claymores between the bushes, so-to-speak. The dumbass rednecks driving those big trucks chasing after that innocent little animal don't really expect that. Seeing a deer painted in camouflage, with a compound bow flung over his back and a quiver filled with high explosive tips, driving a giant bulldozer, and coming straight after them and pushing them backwards over the cliff isn't exactly the first thing that their brains concoct when they're so busy bullying. It's kind of a weird thought...an unusual way of thinking for most of us. But that's the kind of thinking that you have to engage in. And you can use their moment of confused shock over your refusal to retreat to your advantage.

...Sun Tzu. That's what you learn...whether you pick up a book and read it, or it just comes to you by trial-and-error experience. When everyone else is playing poker, chess, and brinkmanship, YOU...need a different strategy. Something they don't understand. Something they aren't learn-ed in. Something they don't have the ability to plot against, or expect/anticipate. You have to play by rules that they don't have a counter-match for. Rules that don't make sense to them, and by which, gives you the advantage.

Basically, you're forced to realize at some sick point that you have to save yourself, and that they're not backing off, and that they really do mean to cause you harm, and that they're going out of their way to do it, and that they've even convinced the cops to aid them in stalking you. Once you're over the shock of that super surreal realization, you have to find someplace out of the way...to think in some peace about what to do about it.

...And being the wimpy-assed non-violent person that I was, I had to concoct a way to do it without actually physically harming people. Can you believe that, man? I didn't want to harm people who were going so far out of their way to harm me. What the hell is wrong with me?

...So I came up with this blog.

This blog serves so many very useful and very powerful purposes...

1. To stop the bullying;

2. To interrupt the bully's offense and to put them into defensive "damage control" mode rather than a mode of harm;

3. To spread the word about what really happened to myself and others involved with Alachua County SKWYARN, and to point out how the bullies effected it all;

4. To help the affected government agencies and civilian organizations to realize that they had been duped by the bullies;

5. To help them to realize how cruel, irresponsible, and negligent the bullies have been;

6. To help them to realize that they'd been conned into becoming co-conspirators, and that they're just as responsible;

7. To get them to cease cooperating with the bullies, and hopefully to realize that if they don't stop and they get caught that there is a very real possibility of...
   1. ...nationwide, out-of-control, extremely embarrassing public exposure not only for the bullies but for the agencies and organizations sponsoring and employing them because they can be held responsible for the bullies' actions,
   2. ...of possible lost jobs,
   3. ...of possible civil lawsuits (not just against the hams),
   4. ...and even the possibility of criminal charges relating to stalking, harassment, endangerment, evidence tampering, destruction of evidence, and by working with the offenders, conspiracy, conspiracy to commit, cyber-stalking, cyber-bullying, criminal hacking, and even using coercion to force a theft by a government agency of ground station equipment that belonged to a civilian organization, and for the attempted hostile takeover of a civilian organization by a government agency without any attempt whatsoever to communicate with that organization about it.

8. To force everyone who was accusing me to recognize that if they're going to publicly accuse someone of being a Frankenstein's Monster, they'd better be willing to own up to that accusation, and to face the responsibilities, the realities, and the consequences of that; and that if they weren't ready for it then to realize that it entails dealing with a certain very large amount of undesired publicized nightmare in and of itself, hopefully forcing everyone to think a heck of a lot harder and straighter.

9. To make everyone realize the tremendous power to wreak an ungodly havoc that they've unintentionally given me by going so drastically overboard with their unchecked monster hunt, and that I'm not afraid to utilize that power. I don't have to stop at just a blog; I can go to the Press if I want to. Then everyone would have to deal with not just the public asking questions, but upper echelon - within each agency - asking what the hell is going on too, and why they're just learning about it now, and being forced to explain it all and not having any really good answers. And there's still a chance that it doesn't require me making any phone calls...that the blog itself could still at any moment cause that to happen just by being out there. Nobody ever stopped to think very hard at all about what the heck they were doing, here.

10. And finally, Number 9 is not an "Agreement" or a "Guarantee". I reserve the right to yet go to the Press or even to write a book about this if I so choose...at any time. It's a real story full of lots of intrigue. If that happens, everyone can kiss their days of peace and quiet goodbye because once this hits the Press, that's the out-of-control point for everyone. And I'm seriously thinking that that's actually where I need to go with all this, because the police are making clear that they do not intend to help me, and that they even intend to get in the way - of any investigations, of any evidence collection, and of my right to peace and safety. In fact, the police seem to be going out of their way to cause harm by prolonging the situation and preventing my ability to protect myself even years later.

These stalkers though...my..."bullies" - they're not working with a full deck, here. They're not of their right minds, and I've learned that you can't play poker, or chess, or brinkmanship with them. It doesn't work. They always win. They know all the right people, and they have all your normal, logical action-versus-reaction courses of actions predetermined and already planned out. One guy pushes you back. You're ready with a balancing stance. But there's a guy waiting immediately behind you with his leg held out - to force you to trip and fall hard. They're coordinated against you like that. You have to instead use some very real and harsh alternative rules with them, or they just won't stop, and they'll keep coming after you because they get off on it. So you have to make it an extremely painful and extremely embarrassing and extremely risky game for them to play. Then they won't want to play it, anymore.

But this isn't a game, and it certainly isn't a very funny "joke" if that's how the hams saw it. This is a very frightening story about some very real stalking and harassment...about what a few bad ham radio operators can do with just a few carefully-selected evil words spoken to just a few all-too-paranoid people in just the right high places, and how an innocent person's entire life can be turned upside-down, and how one's civil rights can be quite easily taken away by those with paranoia, prejudice, and hatred in their hearts, and who have just the right "connections".

Mr. Capehart, my lead stalker, used to remind me of that with an oft-repeated line: "It doesn't matter what you say to people about what we did. It's in who you know that matters more. After that...what you have to say means jack."

Do you know what it's like to be treated by an entire town like you're a criminal? Do you know what it's like to be accused, tried, convicted, and sentenced - in secret, under the table - for a crime you didn't commit, to be treated like you're a monster by everyone around you...and yet, not ever see the inside of a courtroom, much less know what you've been accused of? ...Never to know why people were treating you like that? Four levels of government were brought to believe that I was a very serious "problem"; a seriously bad person...and I was never allowed to know specifically what it was that I did wrong. It sure seemed like everybody else knew, though.

Mass hysteria is an amazing thing to watch happen...who can spark it, how far it can go, and the damage that it can do...before anyone first realizes that they were even influenced by it. What led up to it, how it happened, what happened during, and what happened after...is for me a large-scale learning experience in psychology, sociology, and forensic puzzle-solving after the fact.

I watched helplessly while seven ham radio operators took complete control of my life. They stalked. They harassed. They threatened. God, I even tried to hide and make myself scarce. They just tag-team hunted me like I was some animal. They teamed together in their efforts. They went after my family, friends, associations, and even my professional contacts, and tried to make people frightened that they would be attacked too if they continued to associate with me. ...And there was no one to stop them because they were friends with everyone in Emergency Management, the police departments, and everywhere else that mattered. It was fun and games to them - like a big joke. They could do anything they wanted to me and no matter how many times I'd try to get the authorities to help me, the authorities would just roll their eyes and shake their heads and assume paranoia and refuse to take me seriously. And if they did investigate they put a half-assed effort into it just to sooth-speak me, while making inexcusable mistakes, and screwing up the cases as a result.

But it's common for the authorities to do this. And this is why many cases like this often end up with very serious consequences for the victims. Many victims aren't taken seriously. Then something bad happens.

They rang the phone off the hook, and left threatening messages. They repeatedly threatened me with physical harm. They email bombed me, pager bombed me, cellphone bombed me. When that wasn't enough then they systematically went to people in local and higher government circles and caused them to believe that I was such a serious problem that drastic tactics needed to be used to take care of me and Alachua County SKYWARN, a public service organization that I ran. I'd spent many years putting it together into an organization that did so well it had become nationally known and which did nothing but good things for people.

No one ever questioned the hams. The hams had even been able to convince everyone that I was so smart and so bad that normal due process could not be used to handle me because I was supposedly too smart for those processes to be used. So everything was handled under the table, unofficially, without notification to superiors, or to upper echelon, or even on official paperwork. Due Process and the other Constitutional Amendments (like the 6th Amendment) and Codes of law and SOP manuals were all thrown out the door because people wanted to believe that I was bad. People wanted to believe more in the paranoid story than the more rational sounding ideas. To them, there were no other possibilities, no other explanations, and they would entertain no other theories which would dispute what they wanted to believe. Using carefully chosen speech, the hams caused a very frenzied fear and panic over an organization and it's leader. They'd created mass hatred against a Frankenstein's Monster. It was like Hitler handing out pamphlets of paranoia and making people see what was not there, causing an uprising against something that never actually existed. ...And there was nothing that I could do about it except sit back and watch, and cry, and scream "WHY?!!!" to the sky and to God.

Once paranoia gets a foothold, it spreads like a cancer, and it becomes it's own monster...indestructible, unstoppable. Not to overuse the example but I think it's a good one...it's like a boulder hitting two, then four, then eight, then sixteen, and thirty-two more, etc. - all building up speed on their way down the mountain. And all those boulders come down the hill to roll OVER the victim, and his friends, and his family, and his professional associations, causing an unbelievable amount of destruction and havoc and ruined lives. And when it's all done, and everyone suddenly realizes that they made a really huge mistake, and that they were completely wrong...well...then everyone who caused the damage starts running for a hiding place, and denies their own involvement to a quite expert pathological degree, while at the same time leaving the victim in the same place of a completely decimated reputational status and a permanently destroyed life. ...With no acknowledgement of the wrong, and no apologies, and no recompense, and no effort made to help him back up to where he was before. Quite frankly, this is because to admit the wrong is to open everyone up to lawsuits, and criminal charges, and wide-scale public humiliation and chastising.

Gossip is not funny. Malicious words are not funny. ...And "sticks and stones" is utter bullshit. You remember "Sticks & Stones". Right? It was always your response to bullies when you were little.

The stalking and harassment became so bad that I quit the Gainesville Amateur Radio Society and the Gator Amateur Radio Club, seeing them suddenly as a danger to society rather than something honorable and helpful. And I ceased hanging around most ham radio operators for fear of what they could and would do. I tried to hide from them for a while in the hopes that they would forget about me and go away. That didn't work. (In one officer's description of that in his report, he seemed to make light of it and seemed to be using it to paint the picture of just another nutcase filing a complaint.) The hams just continued the harassing phone calls, and the harassing emails, and to "bomb" my email, pager, and cellphone with lots of needless, threatening or harassing messages. And they only used my absence to spread more malicious gossip and rumor to scare people while I wasn't around to defend myself.

I never understood bullies. You'd think that people like that couldn't possibly exist in this world considering how we're all supposed to be intelligent and how this is supposed to somehow rise us up above the animals and all. Have you ever noticed how they like to work together in packs and gang up on you? Have you noticed how they seem to get this synergistic sadism going while they kick the shit out of you? What kind of people are these? It's like they don't know mercy, care nothing for it, and like they become strengthened and empowered over all the pain and suffering and damage that they cause to you. And that all in itself is frightening enough...realizing that you're not dealing with a normal group of human beings, but rather, with some people who are pretty deep-heartedly sick and twisted and dark. You might be laying there on the ground in a pool of blood, with broken bones, and broken teeth; and yet...they still kick. ...And they kick some more, and then some more, and they continue to punch, and kick a few times more. What kind of people are these, indeed. That is the kind which was chasing after me. Oh, they didn't actually kick, or punch. Instead, they lied, and slandered, and lied some more, and slandered some more...until 4 levels of government, 18 government agencies, 8 police departments, and 4 civilian organizations all believed that I was a serious problem that needed to be "handled".

Much evil exists in this world. Such darkness...more so than you know. ...So much so that you would not care to believe. But it exists, nonetheless. And it can come...from people who are pretending to be your best friends; your biggest supporters. ...From people...who pretend to be of God; and people who pretend to be there to protect you...

You know, Oscar Wilde once said: "He has no 'enemies', but is intensely disliked by his 'friends'." (sigh) He was talking about something completely different but in my own situation I have found this statement to be true, not because I was some kind of mean, overbearing jerk or a dictator. That would be farthest from the truth. Rather, it was because most of the people who tended to hang around me seemed to always want something from me, or to use my associations...and I was too stupid and naive to notice it at the beginning. They weren't really interested in me, but in something else. They pretended to be friends while causing me problems wherever they could and then blamed me as if I had put myself in the situations that they had caused. I was surrounded by so many who claimed to be my friend; people who caused me absolute havoc while hiding behind words designed to make it all sound like the havoc was done in my "best interests". You know...to "help" me. However, I challenge anyone who reads this story to still hold the conclusion by the time they are done that anyone mentioned herein had in any way acted as a "friend".

It should be noted that NO names have been changed, here. These are real people - many holding real, public positions. I have not held back.

This blog entry has been up (since December, 2009), and it has been visited by everyone mentioned within it, as well as by three local police departments, the local State Attorney's Office, and the FBI. I have the IP logs to prove it. The names include officers in those police departments who actually sabotaged cases to protect people whom they thought at the time were innocent, but who were actually duping them. No ONE, no lawyer, no police department, has even so much as sent me a Cease & Desist, a restraining order, made a phone call, knocked on my door, sent me a letter, an email, tried to talk to me or contact me in any way, or tried to take me to court over it. No one herein named wishes to make this any more public than it already now is. To do so could ruin their lives. To publicly stand up and fight me, to call attention to everything they did, would mean immediate political self-assassination. In a perfect Sun Tzu realization, I began to notice that the bad guys are very frightened of this blog and curse it's existence but do not seem to be able to do anything about it without calling some form of highly public wrath upon themselves. ...And the sad thing is...it didn't have to BE this way. It all could have been so very easily prevented if just one person at any level had spoken the following very words, which I'll say yet again: "Do you have any proof of that?"

Sun Tzu's very first law was that if you aren't willing to deal with the very real and bloody consequences of the war then you shouldn't have the war. Why did these people have to have the war? Most of all, why didn't they first try to find PROOF that the bad guy was actually a bad guy before they took any actions at all? Sun Tzu also taught that if your enemy cannot put down the sword, then you should show your enemy what the sword really means, and you should fight the war more aggressively than your enemy, and, in the end, chop off your opponents head and hold it up for all the other enemies to see. That is what this blog is. ...And the most ironic part?...is that the sword that is cutting off their heads, so to speak, doesn't really belong to me, but instead to my enemies. For some "primitive" guy who was around several thousand long years ago, Sun Tzu really knew what the hell he was talking about. Even thousands of years later, his teachings still ring undeniably true, and always seem to win the test of the challenge; and this blog is testament to that. It actually held back the FBI when someone in the NWS tried to invoke them to harass me into silence. I'm assuming that the NWS didn't like that I was mentioning names of federal government employees in my blog, and wanted to "take care of it". The FBI investigated the blog and noted that people in city, county, state, and federal government were apparently picking on a guy who was a federal government employee himself. That I guess changed the whole ball game. Then, as quickly as it was all started, the FBI just..."went away". Interesting, huh? I guess so much for using the FBI to take care of me. Oddest thing I've ever experienced in my life.

Actually, it now appears that a rogue agent of the FBI is who was investigating me - not the FBI, itself. That is...not because any bench warrants had been issued to authorize any real investigation of me, or because a judge's signature had been affixed upon any official piece of paper to begin such a thing. This agent was apparently acting completely alone, surreptitiously under the noses of his superiors, as a favor to Al Sandrik, the Lead Warning Coordination Meteorologist at NWS-JAX. Al had been led by the hams to believe that I was a problem, and it now appears that Al was apparently on a personal mission to take care of someone whom he perceived to be an asshole. And it would seem that when Al targets you as such a person then Al can apparently become a mean-assed, belligerent son of a bitch who forgets everything going on around him while he gets a tunnel-visioned focus on making sure that you understand that he is God and that he has all the power of the universe behind him.

After some investigating of my own with a quick phone call to FBI HQ in DC (in a bit of an "I've fucking had it!" fit of exasperated futility and frustration whilst wondering when some people wearing armor were going to come bash my door down with a battering ram and get me), it quickly became apparent that Al had a friend at the FBI with whom he had once worked in the past in Naval Criminal Justice who was doing him a favor. Al once bragged, ever-so-proudly, of his prior Naval Criminal Justice associations during a spotter training class filled with 25 to 30 people or so. The entire class was a witness to that admission. It was a huge mistake on his part. Because in one belligerently-intended sentence, which I'm beginning to think now was probably meant just for me and no one else in the room, it made a whole lot of things finally gel together for me. In that single cocky little brag, probably intended to scare me about his god-like powers and his all-powerful awesomeness, it solved in an instant a slew of mysteries about why Naval Criminal Justice and the FBI and the NWS would investigate my blog right on the heels of each other, simultaneously, all using the same exact keyword search phrases, in the same exact order (showing a live line of communication going on as they did so). That single oh-so-tiny bit of information pointed me in an investigative direction of my own. Al had pulled a "Kevin Mitnik", right there in front of me, and in front of every other spotter wannabe who was sitting there that night. Although at the time, no one else in the room recognized that it had happened. It had gone right over their heads, unnoticed. He'd meant to social engineer me, but only ended up accidentally giving up very crucial information that I was able to use to instantly put all the pieces together and pin everything down, instead.

I struggled so very hard to keep my face blank. You can't understand how difficult it was not to jump to my feet and shout out "YES!" But I didn't do it. I stared at my girlfriend with widened eyes in nearly-breaking exuberance. She looked back at me as casually as she could out of the corner of her eye. She knew immediately why I was staring at her. She quietly put her hand on mine and patted it to remind me not to react, and continued staring straight ahead at the speaker. In an instant, Al had given it ALL away in a single very proud, very overly confident brag. From there, I was able to put two and two together to finish a very dark and insane puzzle. And at the same time, I had to contain my coincidental anger because once I realized what had been going on, I wanted to rush up and beat the crap out of him, too. But that would have served no purpose except to get me into trouble and to hand them on a silver platter a free criminal charge to press against me. So I yet again sucked it in and took it up the ass. I continued the class to the end without a clue handed over to anybody.

Like I keep telling people...bullies get a tunnel-visioned focus on the hating, so much so that they don't pay attention to what they're doing, and they always make mistakes that you can then use against them. If there's one thing that they're consistently "gold" to, it's that. And Al was no exception to that physics-rigid rule about the universe. ...Ego. It has to be one of the Devil's most favorite sins. ...And when it helps me to track down crooked, egotistical, way-too-powerful, belligerent stalker assholes and call them and all their other little minions out simultaneously, then it becomes one of mine, too. ...And as everyone knows by now, I have the gumption to and I will use the opportunity to use it right back against my stalkers at every door of opportunity that they're so stupid enough to leave open to me. ...And in so doing, they learn to leave me the hell alone, and hopefully too, that maybe screwing with me was actually a really, really bad idea. And that's all that I wanted...for peace; and for all the stalking and harassment to stop. GOD, I just wanted it to STOP!!! HOW did everybody end up going so far, and letting themselves and the situation get so very far out of control??? (sigh)

The rogue agent friend at the FBI was working at a lonely little 4-man "satellite outpost" of sorts in the middle of nowhere in the outskirts of Blacksburg, Virginia. After a few days of the hits, I'd decided that that was it. That's enough. They'd gone just way too far. "Jesus CHRIST! What the hell is going ON, here?! I'm sitting at home waiting for a battering ram to take my god-damned door down, now! WHY?! This is fucking ridiculous! I haven't done anything!" I said to myself out loud. So after about a week-plus of those hits in April 2010, I gathered my courage and picked up the phone and called FBI Headquarters in DC. "Damn it! I'm going to get to the bottom of this!"

I was able to track the IP address right to that outpost with the help of a really nice man who told me that he used to be a Field Agent long ago, and who was now a telephone operator for the FBI while waiting for retirement if I remember. Apparently he "loved mysteries" and piecing puzzles together and he became interested in my story. He kinda reminded me of that Joe Kenda detective guy on TV. After giving him the rundown, and answering some questions, and after lots of clickety-clacking on his computer keyboard, he was able to help me pinpoint the exact location of the building, and even it's phone number. During the call, he asked me, "Are you aware they're hitting you, right now?" (They can SEE that???) Well, I mean...YAH. That's kinda why I was calling him in the first place. By that time, it had been going on for a few days.

A later phone call to that very building nabbed me how many people were operating it, although the agent who answered would not give me any names. (Not that I expected any.) I had deliberately timed my call to coincide with the exact moment that they were hitting my blog - when I knew that it would be right up there on their screen, live. Then I called. It must have been a really creepy, frightening feeling for the FBI agent to have my stuff up there on his screen at the same time that I'm on the phone asking if I can "help" him with anything. I HOPE it was creepy. I really, really WANTED it to be creepy for him. I certainly meant for it to. And I didn't have to be present to be almost sure that as soon as I hung up that phone, there was very likely a pretty panicked phone call or an email communication made to the NWS Field Office in Jacksonville. At least, I like to imagine that happening, anyway. :)

"Misappropriation" is a scary-assed bitch when you're caught. Eh? And that's what this was. The FBI and Naval Criminal Justice do NOT operate on a for-hire basis, especially as a "favor" which COULD be re-worded to be "payrolled". You need a judge's signature on a Bench Warrant, and a lawful, justifiable, excuse for the use of the agencies. There was no such thing going on, there. This was a secretive use of the FBI and the Navy "under the table." Thus, there would be no record of it. (DAMN Todd for his stupid IP logs!)

...Taking back control. That's all I was trying to do, there. That...and putting things back into the perspective of reality for everybody. People were getting crazily out of hand by this point. (Not that people weren't already way out of hand.) I was just reminding them of the seriousness of what they were doing. That's all. I saw the perfect opportunity for the kill shot and I took it. HOO-wahhhh!!! ;)

I just wanted people to understand quite perfectly and loudly clear: that I'm NOT a fucking dumb ass, and I could easily see what they were doing! I rather enjoyed pointing out in very certain, very sourly-understood terms for them that in fact they were not professionals in that moment; but rather, they were being pretty carelessly and amateurishly incompetent. I have to admit that I was feeling pretty proud. I nailed the FBI. I'm not going to let them live that down. ...A presumed "dumbass"...nailed them.

This building wasn't a six-story, 6-thousand-man building. It was a simple four-man outpost. Four people is much easier to track. And I think now that the man whom I was talking to WAS the guy who was Al's friend, giving me the runaround. I'd be anxious to investigate a little further to see if either of the four employee names crosses paths in a background employment history check with Al Sandrik in Naval Criminal Justice. If that turned out to be dead spot on - if there was a connection - then that would be very interesting indeed, and Al, and the agent, would be nabbed. That would be it. Now you understand why I wanted to jump up and shout during that spotter training class. Now you see where it was going. See, I have this theory that Al sort of still fancies himself a "detective" and something of the "knight in shining armor" coming to the rescue of a fair maiden or something. And I believe that Al decided to cull some of his friends in Naval Criminal Justice, and in the FBI, and using the resources of his co-worker Angie Enyedi's husband, Matt, at Fidelity National Financial and Lender Processing Services, both out of Jacksonville, to use their resources to help him paint a picture that I was a bad guy. ...But he was not able to gather what he thought for sure that he was going to find, and his efforts failed. You can't find what isn't there in the first place. He really needed that in order to justify all of the actions taken against me. Finding nothing, he's got a problem. He was the catalyst for all the other agencies and organizations thinking that I was a "serious problem" and taking actions against me which caused me harm. He is directly responsible for all of that. Having nothing ON me, he is forced to realize that he was wrong, AND that he's got actions to own up to, now. But...to admit that is to end his career and to possibly his freedom...and he's not going to allow that to happen. His fat ego won't allow that to happen. He will never admit that he was wrong. He will not ever apologize for what he did. ...Because he's an ass-hat.

It is insane in fact, the amount of trouble that one Department of Commerce employee was able to bring to bear to cause one single innocent man so much pain and sorrow and havoc. ...And on just an assumption...a guess. ...An obsessive compulsive one that he couldn't put down. You know...the "I'm-uh gonna GIT this bad guy" kind of thing. He's the obsessed cop who can't put down the idea that his "bad guy" might actually be the innocent victim; and he just won't allow the entertainment of any theories which would contradict his own mind's picture.

Can't help but wonder if this is the very reason why Al no longer works for Naval Criminal Justice, now, and why he's instead working in a wildly different career path direction...in the weather service. I mean, was he fired for doing just this sort of stuff before to someone else? Did he get caught, and did that person have more money and resources than I? ...And was he fired for it? Does Al have a past history of Code of Conduct violations within Naval Criminal Justice? I'm curious to find out what the real behind-the-scenes story is, there.

But no...there was no real, official "investigation" of me. It was just Al, surreptitiously misappropriating and misusing government-owned and controlled resources to dig up informational dirt on someone that he apparently disliked, trying to cull a "favor" of a past friend he once worked with in the Navy I suspect, while using a shirt with an NWS logo on it to justify the favor.

Had the FBI really been investigating, there would be a lot more to this story. But there isn't. So it becomes painfully apparent that what actually happened was done under the noses of the FBI, by a agent acting surreptitiously who didn't want upper echelon to know. I know. As I've said, I've called and made complaint and asked questions about it. And I was told BY FBI HEADQUARTERS ITSELF that they have nothing in their records to show any official paperwork filed, and thus, no official signatures properly recorded anywhere, to begin any actual investigation of me, whatsoever - especially of the sort that they were seeing live on their desktop screens. So whatever happened there was without notification or approval of upper echelon. Odder still though, was that on notification of this weird "event" to the Field Agent, there was no further follow-up FBI investigation of it, either, as you might expect. Wouldn't you think that they'd want to know who was doing all that mis-using?...and if it was even true? Seemed a little odd to me. I would think that with the mention of such a suspicious event as that, that there would be a report filed and an internal investigation begun. I guess so much for the FBI "taking EVERY report seriously". I guess it's just not true. Somebody somewhere really dropped the ball there on that one. Not that I'm worried about finding it this far later on. A warrant, and a Patriot Act-related recording later, I'm sure it'll turn up. Maybe they've even got their OWN recording of the phone call, too, hidden away in somewhere in some FBI database.

Anyway...

So Al Sandrik had a friend in the FBI and he'd tried to curry his favor. The agent went "Broken Arrow" and utilized official government resources to "investigate" someone without the knowledge or approval of FBI HQ, without the authority of a Judge's signature. Want the correct legal terminology? ...A rogue agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, in the course of doing a favor for an on-the-clock Department of Commerce employee, both acting without the knowledge or permission of their respective agency's superiors, misappropriated United States Government equipment and resources to investigate someone for whom no Bench Warrant had actually been issued to authorize such an investigation or resource use, with the intent of sharing the gathered information with unauthorized third parties for the purpose of... Well, no one actually knows. See, that's usually stated in the Bench Warrant. And that's actually the whole reason behind Bench Warrants - to prevent misuse of resources in an unfair way. A judge HAS to be able to know what is being done with those resources to make sure that nothing inappropriate is being done with it/them in such a way which might sabotage anyone's civil rights, or the judicial process. It's a pretty damned serious no-no, and Al could get into a lot of trouble for doing that, and so could his widdle FBI "fwiend".

Ironically...placing this blog up was the only thing that made all the harassments actually stop. It is testament to the fact that "bullies"...just don't like publicity. No matter how much they might tell you to keep your mouth shut; no matter how much they may threaten you and how frightening it initially feels to experience that...the moral is that you should NEVER keep your mouth shut and that you should always complain as loudly in fact as possible. Otherwise, they retain a complete control of you and they will always hold the upper hand over you. And when your bully has the upper hand...you should break it...with as loud a snap as possible for all their friends to hear. I realize that it may sound like a pretty sickly-described metaphor but...it's dead-on. This very strategy has actually worked extremely well for me, in fact. ...Unpredictability. They don't know how to handle that. My bullies instead ran away and stopped everything dead rather than continue doing what they were doing and chance being caught in the act. Getting caught is a very frightening thing for bullies to deal with. They're actually pretty chicken-shit, at heart. It's a big secret that most victims don't know about. A lot of victims may never realize this though, and that's why bullies are so often allowed to get away with what they do. It's why they're often so successful. The victims are usually too afraid to stand up for themselves for fear of even worse reprisals. They also get caught in this cycle of wanting to forgive and to forget and to reset, hoping that "they won't do it to me again anymore". And as a victim myself, I was no exception to that. I didn't realize that secret either, in the beginning. I had to learn it over an agonizingly drawn out period of time by effectively getting my ass kicked one too many times by them, just like every other victim...and finally being forced to turn around and fight back in self defense. You have to with bullies, because they get a sadistic pleasure out of hurting you and you'll learn that they just can't stop once they get started on you.

All that being said though, today I still find that I am extremely frightened of ham radio operators and I really don't ever want anything to do with them ever again in my entire lifetime. I'm scared shitless of them. I still have my license, and I keep a 2-meter radio in the car for dire emergencies, but it is disconnected and otherwise not used. I still have my ham tag on my car but its main purpose is mostly just so that my callsign remains seen by all of the people who caused me so much harm, so that they know that I'm still here and that they haven't been able to make me completely disappear. And hopefully, it also causes them something of a serious migraine. ...But really, that is as much as I ever want to do with ham radio anymore because of what the hams here have been so easily able to do to me. Hams scare me because of how much POWER they are blindly given by emergency management and other powerful agencies, and because of how many times that I have seen them severely ABUSE that power to cause harm to others.

While I understand that there are those who had nothing to do with the Alachua County hams, I no longer see ham radio as something which should be supported by emergency management or any other government services to any real trusting degree. This is because in all of my lifetime's experiences with ham radio operators, I have seen too much infighting, too much rabid talk, too much hate and spite, too much jealously, too much irresponsibility, and far too much immaturity. When hams are given too much power, they become arrogant and get a god complex. They are far too willing to be able to use it to cause harm to others. Until such time as I see a change in this attitude and behavior, I am also defacto scared of emergency management and how easily it can be manipulated by hams. Local emergency management has shown just as much irresponsibility and immaturity. In terms of my personal treatment by local EM, it was extremely unprofessional, and dangerously negligent. Ever since we lost Craig Fugate and he became the Director of the Federal Division of Emergency Management, things just haven't been the same here in Alachua County. Dave Donnelly just isn't as responsible and I've found that a lot of his actions in this just haven't been well thought out or very prudently handled, and he has allowed himself to fall into the line of fire for some very seriously actionable things - civilly and criminally - by taking gossip and rumor and acting upon it without first taking some very simple steps which could have easily stopped it all dead in its tracks. But for some god-awful unknown reason, the man decided to skip normal common sense and instead engage in the negligent and belligerent courses of action that he did, and an extremely dangerous situation resulted. ACOEM, and NWS, at this time, are not in possession of any affidavits from their supposed "sources" that touted that I was such a "problem". And they cannot now later obtain them after the fact, either. The hams just aren't going to give them to them now that ten years have gone by without anyone seeming to be able to find any way to legally "take care of" Todd and his "damned blog" (I think that's what scares everybody the most), and especially now that they know that I want justice, too. For that matter, I challenge both ACOEM and NWS-JAX to produce any documents pushed my way across the table during any meetings...ANY...which specifically bulleted exactly what "problems" everyone was having with me, which contains the EM's signature, my signature, witness signatures, a date and time stamp, and a raised Locus Sigilli stamped upon it's face. That document doesn't exist, because no such meetings ever happened - and they should have. It's a requirement of the 6th Amendment. Again...you have a right to know what you're being accused of, to know who is accusing you, to face your accusers, and to answer up in your own defense, to an attorney, to a trial by jury. Managers in every agency deliberately tried to prevent that for me. This is turning out to be quite a nightmare for them, now. Without being able to prove that proper Due Process and the 6th Amendment rights actually happened for me, everybody is left with a dark fear of that future encounter with the Judge - the one where the Judge says "You put this man through 15 years of that kind of hell...and in all that time you didn't explain to him why you were doing it?" I can't wait to see that day. Seriously.

You know, it occurs to me that if there were ever to be a way "in" found by terrorists into our government operations, it would be through emergency management by posing as trusted ham radio operators, who today apparently aren't checked much beyond a lowest-level security check.

While I'm at it though, I feel compelled to make one thing perfectly clear here so that there is no misunderstanding... We're not talking about government conspiracies in this blog. I just don't believe in those. What I do believe is that people who are no better than irresponsible, backwoods, dumb-assed skinhead hillbillies who really shouldn't be wearing shirts with logos can all too easily obtain one without much of a real background check or any serious psychological testing; and/or that ignorant people with self-serving interests can obtain positions in government and then abuse the powers which are given them; and/or that otherwise good people who hold government positions can become manipulated by self-serving amateur radio operators whose goal is to twist facts in ways which serve themselves and to use that to cause fear and panic (mass hysteria) in innocent-yet-gullible leaders who don't know better. ...THAT...I actually believe in. (Those leaders are still responsible for their actions and inactions, though.) THAT is what is being described, herein...and nothing more.

Finally, it is hoped that what is contained herein may be of some actual, helpful learning service to others who have been victims of bullies - otherwise knows as "psychopaths".

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