"My work may be garbage but it's good garbage." Mickey Spillane
He read my blog. In fact he reads it very thorougly. He knew I was worn out, and he waited for his chance to wear me out again with four fresh baiting threads and a host of threats, including the suggestion that he intended to beat me to death and that I am a sociopathic stalker who the cops will be arresting.
I’m not a credible physical threat to Larry. I don’t drive. I could not take the bus or train to New York without being in so much pain that I would be unable to move long before I arrived.
Larry, on the other hand, is a credible threat to me in the eyes of law enforcement.
He wants to say that he’s afraid the “old sociopathic stalker” gets her just deserves when he brings me up on charges.
Although how a crippled woman can make him so frightened that he has to file charges against her makes him seem like weenie.
Seem like a weenie?
Let me correct myself there.
DAGSTINE IS A WEENIE
You can’t have it both ways, Lorenzo.
Either I am so frightening to you that you will go to the cops about me allegedly stalking you
Or, you are such a big man that you want to intimidate a crippled woman by threatening to beat her to death and having no remorse afterward.
So which is it Lorenzo?
Which does your ego demand? My arrest or my death?
Guess what, Lorenzo …. I am convinced that you are afraid of me.
Under the state of Massachusetts stalking laws, if you should ever show up on my doorstep, I will be within my rights to shoot you.
And should you decide to make good on your threats, I would not hesitate to shoot you.
So TAKE this as a warning.
DON’T COME PHYSICALLY STALKING ME AS YOU CLAIM TO HAVE DONE TO RUSTY.