We’re never giving up our guns.
I know the phrase, ‘never giving up our guns’ will grate on a few ears. It’s one of those issues I haven’t taken a strong stand on, but like many issues, when something hits close to home, you might change your mind about it.
I wrote about being stalked and harassed for the last three weeks by Rick Klugman, a self-proclaimed sociopath, and what I did about it in the post below. I found out today, after the stalker and his friend took to social media to accuse me of a crime, that this guy DEACTIVATED his account just to stalk me!
That’s some powerful mojo, when a creep will give up his creeping just to harass you. Whatever it is these two perps love to hate about me, I’m bottling it.
This stalker, a truck driver for Carlisle Carrier Corporation, both in Pennsylvania, is clearly obsessed and unstable.
I’ve told the third member of The Hole in the Head Gang, Cassandra Sullivan, that if I ever hear from her or her two friends again, any message of ANY kind, I’m calling her local police department in San Antonio, with her name and address. (She clearly didn’t believe me, because the Psycho Perp left me at least twenty messages last night.
Is that devotion, or what?
The third perp is in England, and failing Interpol, I’ve got law enforcement covered. From Nevada to Pennsylvania to Texas. I’m sprouting an American flag from my head as we speak.
After two emails telling him to leave me alone, I quit communicating with him, but he couldn’t stop:
Never giving up our guns took on new meaning for me. Let’s look at some logistics. This psycho was able to continue to harass and threaten me for two weeks. Even though he’d been advised ‘No Contact’ by the Warrington, PA police department, and laughed about the warning, he continued to send me messages.
I filed for a temporary protection order, after I filed a police report. But because it involves internet threats and harassment, I didn’t get a response from my police right away.
HIS local police called him with the ‘No Contact’ edict. After seeing all the messages and emails, don’t you think mine could have made the effort?
The TPO takes awhile, and I have a hearing this upcoming week, It’s up to the judgement of the court whether to issue it. I’m hoping the FBI takes a little more interest. But since this all takes a certain amount of time, and this guy, whether or not he’s a truck driver, is still presumably able to hop a plane, or just wend his way across country in three days time.
He could even make it a busman’s holiday: Drive a load out to Vegas, play the slots, harass a woman, or worse, and get paid for it.! All in a day’s work, doncha know.
I never showed the messages and emails to my hubby, because he’d have wanted to kill him as soon as possible. Since I love my guy, and jury trials are a crap shoot, I want to be the one who pulls the trigger if this psycho shows up at our door. (He has since seen them.)
But this is the most basic and recent reason I’m never giving up our guns. Because no matter what the crime is, no matter what’s going on, the cops aren’t going to be there to help you until you’re dead. And then for obvious reasons, it’s too late.
When you’re lying in a puddle of blood, maybe they’ll investigate. Glad my taxes are going for something useful. They don’t even have to respond to a 911 call. If they’ve had too much Mexican and feel a little bloated, you’re toast.
I’m never giving up our guns. Ever.
Now, I hope to find something funny to write about, ASAP. I’m working on a Highlights of the Year post for 2016. We’ll find something to laugh at. Don’t worry.