Doomscrolling or doomsurfing is the act of spending an excessive amount of screen time devoted to the absorption of negative news. – From Wikipedia
My Apple News application is configured to show me Science, Technology, and items related to mens health. I’ve blocked CNN, Breitbart, Mother Jones, MSNBC, Vanity Fair, The Rolling Stone, and a plethora of others.
Unfortunately, blocking these publications leaves a white square in my News feed telling me that I’ve blocked the publication and asking me if I’d like to read the article anyway.
Uh… Nope!
What I’d really like, is for the little white boxes to disappear too!
The actual publications that I read for news are more local publications from places that I’m interested in.
Think of it like reading the local news papers from various cities around the nation. The Idaho Statesman, The San Diego Times, The Lexington Herald, there are some Texas papers I’ll skim as well. (Before you ask, I can’t stomach the Los Angeles Times!)
I find that these publication are often a bit more hometown and they’re balanced between human interest stories, local events, and national news.
It’s nice to read about a community rallying behind their high school football team. Or that the local school baseball teams are having a car wash to raise money for a local charity.
I read one article about car washes, being coordinated so that for a period of six weekends, a patron could have their car washed by one of six local school teams and the proceeds would help a community center that had a fire.
It’s that kind of thing that makes the “Bad” news palatable.
It used to be that, only the most egregious faux pas of the D.C. elites would make it to these local papers.
The papers being local meant that the journalists writing for them, were interested in presenting the hard facts and then after the meat of the story perhaps they’d opine about how this, or that, might affect the local community.
I like that kind of reporting. The journalists know which side of their toast is buttered and aren’t necessarily attempting to grandstand to “Hit the big time”.
They’re locals, they’re interested in their town or state and their reporting reflects that.
The papers I mentioned weren’t generally bashing or praising former President Trump, nor have they been bashing or praising current President Biden. They are just reporting the facts. What did the President say, how might the policy affect their particular community.
I guess you’d call it “old school” journalism. Report the story, keep your bias to yourself, if you feel the need to express your opinion then do it on the Op Ed pages.
Lately though, it’s like all the news is just plain bad. Everywhere, (at least in all the papers I read or scan,) there’s almost nothing but bad news. Be it national events like Ukraine, gas prices, or baby formula. Or local reporting of shutdowns of businesses, construction sites, or oil drilling operations, the news is bad.
These local entities are still reporting how the various events are affecting the local community and they’re doing it in personal, first person interviews. Then they move on to the next story.
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The Father of 4 who lost his job because the business he worked at closed, and who said it didn’t really matter because he couldn’t afford the gas to get there anyway. There was a ray of light. He was interviewed in the process of roto-tilling what used to be his backyard and teaching his children to plant vegetables. His wife still had her job, he was staying home watching the kids, instead of paying for daycare. He’d decided that a productive family activity was to plant a vegetable garden. He was going to learn the art of canning later in the summer and fall.
The mother who drove 100 miles one way to stock up on baby formula. She brought light into the story because she shared what she had gotten with other mothers in town who were unable to find formula. She’d then started a formula bank at her church where she and other moms pooled their resources. She thanked the men in the community who were helping by buying a can of formula if they saw one during their daily commutes and dropping it by the church. She commented that many of the men helping out didn’t have children themselves.
The causes were the bad news, the balance was the journalist speaking with people in the community asking how they were adapting, then reporting that, as part of the human interest.
Yet even with the rays of light, the overall news is just bad.
On the one hand, I’d like to look away and just ignore it all. On the other hand I get curious about what’s happening outside my little mountain town.
So I open the News app, and alternately have my heart broken, or become enraged. Sometimes both at the same time.
I simply can’t reconcile that our leaders seem so out of touch, even when they must have the best information flooding into their ivory towers.
How can they apparently ignore the plight of so many who are struggling?
Why are the elites talking about “Taking Action” on issues that don’t directly address the issues that are first and foremost in people’s minds?
You know, minor things like;
Putting food on the table Getting to and from work Feeding the children and babies Paying the mortgage
Right now, the vast majority of average folks don’t give a rats ass about trans-rights, gun control, racism, green energy, CRT, the latest Tic-Tok trend, Hollywood, or even COVID.
Notice, I said the majority… There will always be the few that are so narrowly focused on their cause, that they’ll refuse to see the bigger picture.
Average folks are focused on basic needs. Broadly speaking… A functioning economy.
That requires jobs, the ability to get to aforementioned job, and affordable basic staples in the store. Anything beyond that is un-necessary and complete bullshit.
The elites will no doubt be appalled to discover that all their grandiose “actions”, “plans”, or whatever don’t mean squat to folks just trying to get by.
I’ve got to stop looking at the news. It just makes me sad, and pisses me off!
After all, what better way to make sure people vote Democrat?
I’m speaking about the SCOTUS leak.
1979 was the last time a leak like this occurred. This time, the leak couldn’t have better timing.
The other half, a former cradle Democrat, (Now a confirmed Independent,) still gets emails from the Democratic Party. In recent weeks, the number of emails has gotten to the point that it’s “Select All” and “delete” every morning.
Every single one of these emails is asking for 5 bucks here, 10 bucks there, help as much as you can, even a dollar helps, and not one of them mentions volunteering to help the Democrat Party. It’s all about money and the emails always say the same thing.
“Our Democracy is under threat.” Doom and gloom. “If the Republicans win the House and the Senate, our way of life is over…”
Really?
I think the other half said there were 15 emails like this yesterday. Most of them asking for support of candidates from states other than the one in which we reside.
My question is how can anyone donate to a campaign for a candidate which they don’t know, haven’t heard of, with no information other than a (D) after their name?
That’s not informed donation. That’s donating glitter to make the best posters for a Prom Queen or King for a high school you don’t attend.
But it explains how politicians throw obscene amounts of money behind a shitty candidate. Then when the candidate demonstrates they’re a vapid moron, the politicians can say, “This candidate was backed by popular opinion and money, they had the support of the people…”
Yeah, right!
I gather in this case, the fundraising wasn’t going as well as the Democrats wanted. They needed the big guns, and the leak of a draft decision on Roe v. Wade was just the kind of thing that would turn on the money spigot.
We’re already seeing the reporting decrying this ‘Horrific assault on Women’s rights’ and yet more calls for packing the court. Protests in front of the Supreme Court have started, barricades are going up, chaos ensues.
Aren’t those protests the beginning of an insurrection? Just asking…
This morning I’ve seen some articles saying this is the beginning of an all out assault on LGBT… lmnop rights, and the rights of the poor.
What better way to weld Women, People of Color, LGBT, and Progressives, into a single voting block?
I wait with anticipation to see what the shrews on The View say. They always have something stupid to say about stuff like this. I’ve gotten in the habit of not reading anything they say while I’m drinking my morning coffee.
I’ve damn near drowned one too many times.
The really sad thing is, this strategy might just work. Hundreds of thousands of people who were leaning toward a more conservative vote may instead choose to pick their local equivalent of AOC.
The Democrats may win and hold onto power in Congress. If they do, the insanity will continue for another two years.
That’s not to say that the Republicans would be any better. Most of them can’t seem to find their asses or morals with both hands and landing lights. They’re as much part of the problem as the Democrats and the whole lot of them should be voted out.
We need a fresh start. We need people governing us who are not part of the establishment, who are not bought & paid for. We need people who know what it is to wonder if their paycheck will be enough to put food on the table.
Folks who know what it’s like to eat off of chipped Melmac plates and use free gas station glasses. We need people who’ve given their portion of dinners to their children. They’re the ones who have a direct interest is turning the economy around and making decisions that help everyone.
It’s time the governance of the country was turned back over to the common people. Those who do not have Harvard or Yale law degrees but who do have common sense, know how to balance their checkbook, and live on a budget.
I’d bet these people can propose laws that are as good, or better than the jackasses in power now. With the help of the Supreme Court those proposed laws can be analyzed for Constitutionality, modified as needed, and then passed or defeated in Congress by a group of like minded common folks.
It might not be better, but at least it would be honest and representative of the people our government is supposed to serve.
I care nothing for Roe v. Wade. I don’t believe it is, or ever was, a Constitutional right.
No matter how you cut it, it’s killing a child. I’m able to stomach abortion in the first few months, but I absolutely can’t condone late term, or the more horrific, partial birth abortion.
If I condoned those, then I might as well condone full retroactive abortion too.
What’s the difference between inducing labor in the last trimester and killing a potentially viable child, or a woman pumping out a child in a dirty bathroom, then dropping the child in the nearest dumpster? The first one, a clinic and medical staff make money. The last one, is child abandonment and a crime.
Frankly, I see zero difference, other than money changing hands.
What would retroactive abortion look like? Say up to age 18, either parent could “Abort” a child. I bet there’d be a lot less trouble in schools.
“Hey Joe, where’s Billy?”
“Oh, Pricilla aborted his ass a month ago. She caught him rubbing one out, and he got a “D” in Home Economics. She dropped a hair dryer in the hot tub after the championship game.”
“Sorry man, he was really great on the football field. You gonna make another one?”
“Nah, I got snipped about 10 years ago. Don’t want any more mistakes like the last two. Especially not with Pricilla!”
I don’t care what you call it, this is still “The Ministry of Truth,” it’s right out of Orwell’s 1984.
Nina Jankowicz
Nina Jankowicz is a full blown control freak and she’s heading the board as Executive Director.
What the fuck is happening to our country?
We don’t need government protection from what people say.
We The People are, or should be mature enough to read something and decide that we don’t like it, or disagree, and move the hell on. We decide what we want to see or read not some jackass in Washington DC.
They haven’t even effectively defined what disinformation is.
Was it disinformation when Hunter Biden’s laptop turned up? Well at first, all the news media suppressed it, as did Twitter and Facebook. Then 18 months later we’re hearing “Oh yeah, that laptop was real.”
That suppression of reality was done at the level of corrupt media. What kind of suppression will we see from a branch of The Department of Homeland Security?
In another article, she’s argued that Congress should create new laws to block mockery of women online, citing the volume of “gender disinformation” used to criticize Vice President Harris.
She’s missed the point. Criticism of VP Harris is not about her gender, although that comes up in the criticism. It’s about VP Harris’s complete and total failure and her total unlikeability. Let’s remember that Harris couldn’t garner votes for the presidential primary… In her own state! If you can’t get California voters behind you, you’re doing something wrong.
Another chilling aspect of this, is a statement by DHS head Mayorkas:
“We have so many different efforts underway to equip local communities to identify individuals who very well could be descending into violence, by reason of ideologies of hate, false narratives, or other disinformation and misinformation propagated on social media and other platforms.”
What the hell? That is a very broad brush he’s painting with.
What exactly does he mean by, “Ideologies of hate,”? Who defines that?
It could be argued that CAIR funded by Hamas embodies hateful Ideologies. Or that a Southern Baptist congregation protesting abortion and demanding CRT not be taught in public schools is engaging in hate speech. Don’t even mention Rachel Levine or Lia Thomas they’re protected as sacred cows.
Wasn’t it Mayorkas that pledged to bring the full weight of the FBI down on parents in Virginia who were demanding answers and accountability from their school districts? Wasn’t this the guy who described those parents as domestic terrorists?
It should be noted very clearly. Mayorkas does not say people who have committed actual crime… The way I read his comment suggests rather a return to McCarthyism. A return to lists of people who the State views as threats because of things they read, or expressing disagreement on a subject, which I’ll remind you is their Constitutionally protected First Amendment Right.
Or are we just going to tear up the Constitution and wipe our asses with it? Even then, it appears that would be two tiered justice. One tier for those in power and another tier for those who are not.
Honestly, this shit must stop.
We know of course that it will not stop under the Biden / Harris administration. We know that the lawmakers in Washington DC won’t stand up for The Constitution. We know that even if there is a rout of Democrats and Republicans in the midterms and even if the new lawmakers want to stop this kind of crap, it’s going to take years of hearings and wrangling to undo.
Writing bad laws, or creating bad departments is a lot easier than eliminating them.
I got one of those emails saying that the sender had infiltrated my devices and had complete access to all my data.
They further said that they’d looked at my browser history and seen that I’d been going to porn sites. Then they go for the blackmail pitch.
The sender said, “I’ve recorded your masturbatory habits and unless you send me 2K in bitcoin I’m going to send videos to everyone in your contact list.”
WHATEVER!
Go ahead! Do It! I put on a fine show, just ask my friends…
If there was actually a way to track this moron down, and they actually had video of me, I’d bill THEM. Obviously they’ve gotten their jollies from watching my sex shows!
Jackass!
I did love the comment near the end where the sender claims they’re honorable. Uh Huh, RIGHT!
I don’t go to porn sites, and haven’t for over 4 years. They’re too spammy and with very few exceptions boring. My own porn library is way better, and the image quality is excellent, especially on the big screen!
The only thing that is of interest, is that this email appears to have originated from my Outlook address. I thought Microsoft was supposed to prevent email spoofing.
Well, I’ve been thinking about deleting the Outlook email address anyway. Maybe today is the day. It shouldn’t take too long to change the email address of the businesses that I still use, to something else.
That would allow me to abandon the purveyors of some of the ridiculous SPAM I get, and then I wouldn’t have to worry about LinkedIn exposing all my contacts to data breaches either.
LinkedIn (A Microsoft Company) absolutely will not let me delete the connection to my Outlook contact list from their service. The Microsoft Outlook email account, (not the application,) continues to remind me of birthdays for contacts that have been deleted for literally years, and repeating calendar events that have been deleted for longer.
Several years ago, I very briefly experimented with switching to all Microsoft applications instead of Mac native apps. It was not a happy experience and within a month, I’d gone back to Mac native applications.
Yet, after manually deleting the contacts list, and the calendar data, somehow stuff keeps popping up even though according to the Microsoft web based portal there’s nothing stored. Hmm. Maybe my data isn’t actually mine???
Perhaps the only way to deal with it is to delete the account(s) entirely.
I’ve even been considering not renewing my yearly subscription to Microsoft Office.
More often than not, I use other word processing or spreadsheet software. I’ve saved 2 GB of disk storage by deleting the Outlook and PowerPoint applications from my system. I could save another 2 GB by dumping Word and Excel. Why on Earth does Microsoft Office need to suck up 4 GB of disk space?
I’ve already deleted Office completely from my iPad and guess what? I don’t miss it at all. I never missed a beat after it was gone.
Don’t fall for these kinds of scams. The only thing real in the email is the bitcoin wallet address.
Besides, even if someone recorded you rubbing one out in front of your computer. After Jeffery Toobin… It doesn’t matter in the least.
Who knows? Your antics might get you some interactive action not just the one handed kind.
The prevalence of these threatening emails might just breathe life back into the dirty magazine industry. After all if you’re getting your freak on with a magazine, you’ll never have to worry about being recorded.
The neighbor whose house and cat I’ve been looking after is apparently getting better and may be coming home. His Niece and her Husband came down to clean up his house and make it suitable for someone using a walker.
It meant for me that I didn’t have to look after the cat and for at least a few days had the opportunity to look after my own affairs. That was a relief and my mood was pretty good.
For my assistance, and their using my dump access card, they agreed to save some space in one of their dump runs for various yard trimmings that I’d piled up around the yard. They’d rented a large pickup truck and my yard stuff would fit nicely on top of the other stuff they were tossing from the house.
I was out in my yard bagging the stuff to make it easier to load.
It was a lovely spring day and I was in a good mood. The sun felt great and for the first time in months I was warm and cheerful. Progress, warmth, and getting things done always makes me a happy camper.
Apparently the crazy lady in the neighborhood was enjoying herself wandering up and down the main street that all the residential streets intersect with. Aside from her occasional outbursts I was in my own little serene world.
This all went to shit.
I was almost finished with my chore when the crazy lady starts screaming the name of a dead woman who lived across the street from me. While she’s screaming the dead woman’s name she’s walking toward the gate of the house.
The house in question has been sold, purchased, and renovated entirely by the new owner. Seeing crazy heading toward the house, knowing that the former occupant was dead, and that crazy had previously kicked the door in, terrorizing the former occupant I was left with a choice.
I could watch the fun as she pounded on the door, or kicked it in, setting off the alarm system and summoning the police… Or I could say something.
In future, I’ll keep my mouth shut and enjoy the live police show.
On this occasion I simply said loud enough that she could hear me, “She’s dead. She’s been dead for over a year.”
This simple statement of fact resulted in crazy targeting me. As I’ve mentioned occasionally elsewhere in this blog, Crazy has a mouth on her that could make the entirety of several military forces blush at once. The fury of her insanity spewed forth in a rabid staccato of nonsense and obscenities and she started walking back down the street toward me. She was practically frothing at the mouth.
This sort of thing has happened before and she usually sputtered out then wanders off.
Wednesday, she didn’t sputter out.
She demanded to know who I thought I was telling her that the neighbor was dead. She further said I was a liar because she’d just spoken to the neighbor.
I replied, “As you wish,” and went back to my work. This enraged her further, she picks up her pace assuming what I suspect she felt was an appropriately intimidating and aggressive walk. Were she a 4 year old and not spewing foul obscenities every step of the way, it would have been funny.
I still didn’t take her as a threat, in part due to her size and in part due to the comical walk. That being said, I was monitoring her approach. She demanded I produce ID as she stomped onto my property. I asked her what good that would so since our ID has our post office address, not our actual physical address printed on it. ID tells her nothing.
This seemed to cause a momentary pause in her diatribe. Perhaps some logic process attempted to engage, and was promptly choked to death by the crazy raging in her brain. She then told me that she owned my house and that I needed to get off her property.
This annoyed me a lot. Her rage and aggression directed at me in close quarters was starting to really piss me off. Not to mention her yappy ill behaved Chihuahua that has on more than one occasion tried to bite me while I was doing yard work, by sneaking up on me from behind.
One of these days that little piece of shit is going to tangle with my weed whacker!
I said, “If this is your goddamned house show me the cancelled checks!” I know this was the wrong thing to say, I knew it the minute it left my lips.
Some part of me recognized that I was being drawn into her crazy and that wasn’t the way to go. That part of my brain gave me a disdainful “Tut tut tut” and called me a dumbass.
This internal dialog stopped me from peppering Crazy with a bunch of followup questions like, “What’s the mortgage payment? Who holds the mortgage? What was the sale amount of the house? Is there a second?” I think in my growing anger I was still considering the possibility that I could somehow win.
When she said, “The checks aren’t canceled,” I realized that you can’t win with reason against this kind of crazy.
At around this point she punched me…
I registered impact and minor damage on my right upper chest. Now I was facing a crisis.
Let me explain, and please remember all of the following happens in two or three heartbeats.
When someone hits me, I tend to instantly lose control. The world narrows to the person who hit me and I’m looking for openings and weaknesses. I start looking for ways to break bones, dislocate joints, and I’m not thinking about things like fair fight or Queensberry rules. I’m thinking about how to efficiently terminate the threat while looking around for potential weapons at hand.
In the past, this has resulted in epic rage and coming dangerously close to killing. In those instances it was only friends being present, dragging me bodily away that stopped me. Even so, whoever hit me from then on would literally crawl out a second floor bathroom window to avoid me.
That rage scares me more than anything else in my life. During the rage, I’m not there, when it’s over I have little to no memory of what I’ve done. At most, I’ll retain images or almost sexual gratification, but no clear timeline of events. It’s a monster that I keep chained in my head and never let out because I fear that the monster would overwhelm me then I’d lose myself in it.
This time I was completely alone, and that part of me that I fear most, was breaking free.
It also didn’t help that every bit of psychological, emotional, and most physical abuse perpetrated on me throughout my entire life has been inflicted by women.
Women who were bullies and knew they’d get away with it because when no one was looking they could. They knew they had the upper hand, if I responded, they’d immediately revert to the victim and poor defenseless girl roles.
Then as I was taking whatever punishment for raising my voice, or responding to their aggression they’d smile slyly through their fake tears, knowing that they’d won, because they’d baited me, or goaded me into exactly the situation they wanted. Far too often they’d do it just for fun, or a promotion, or just because they didn’t like that their obvious crocodile tears didn’t elicit sympathy from me.
Hey bitches, you say you’re equal. If a man cried you’d humiliate him about it, why should your tears get people falling all over themselves to make you stop? Fair is fair.
Here was yet another woman striking me, assuming that she’d get away with it.
Some of the chains holding the beast, snapped.
“After all it’s only the two of us standing in my driveway… Who would know?”
Crazy is a threat to my peace and quiet, a disturbance to the neighborhood, an ever present worry. She’s defective. A waste of DNA. She at one time may have been simply mentally ill but over the 20 years she’s lived in this neighborhood she’s gotten much worse and may now be using drugs other than those prescribed.
I do my level best to ignore her and shut her out of my consciousness. Going so far as to close my house up and run the A/C with the windows and doors locked even on beautiful breezy spring and summer days while she screams horrific obscenities at the top of her lungs .
Questions I rarely consider are, “Why are her rights more important that all the rest of the people in this neighborhood? Why does she have the ability to imprison us in our homes with her insanity?”
More of the Beasts chains snapped.
“Her neck is thin as a chicken’s… Who would know?”
My narrowing vision was increasingly tinted red. The Beast was awake, the rage was growing uncontrollable. Blood pumping warm adrenaline felt like life and youth returning to my old bones. Life around me slowed, I could see the fly hoping for a meal suspended in front of her face. Dust motes froze mid air reflecting the sunlight.
More chains snapped.
“That fly looks hungry, why not feed it and 1000 generations of it’s line… Free me, let me serve you, some of those branches would make excellent clubs… Who would know?”
The rational part of me had been busy processing that I’d just been hit with no provocation came back. That part of me just couldn’t understand why she’d hit me at all, it made no sense and was therefore an unresolvable question. The answer that came back was, “this bitch is crazy,” then the rational part screamed in my head, “you don’t have to be crazy too!”
The Beast snapped its jaws at the rational part of my brain but began retreating to sulk in his dark dungeon.
Tenuous control of my anger and rage began to reassert itself. Rationality rebooted fully.
If I responded to her attack she’d win. I’d go to jail, and she’d smile. I’d lose my freedom and complicate my life in endless ways. I live in California. Women always win here, they’re always right, even when they’re not. Women who commit brutal murders get much lighter sentences than men, those who commit assault are lightly punished if at all.
The police would have no choice but to take me away. At the time, I thought California had some stupid law in place that said I, the victim, had to retreat and let the criminal take whatever they wanted.
My internal dialog said, “Choose a better option.” The part of me that is the Beast, accepted this proposition but added if she hits me again all bets are off.
I looked Crazy in the eyes and quietly said, “I don’t want to do this today.”
I knew the rage still burned in my eyes. The very few people who’ve seen my like that, described it as seeing Death looking at them, out of my eyes.
By some miracle, Crazy decided to leave. Her expression was one of confusion. She walked away without looking back, swearing and calling me names. Two that stick out were “misogynistic bastard” and “fucking fag”.
It cracks me up that when a woman is jonesing for a fight with a man, if he refuses to fight her, the woman always calls him a fag. Jesus! The deck is stacked against men!
Her one last parting shot was this, “You’ve always looked down on me since I moved here.”
As I stood there feeling the sun on my skin. I though, “Yep, you’re right about that because you’re trash, and always have been.”
The rational part of my mind acknowledged the defusing of the situation without additional violence as a win.
But the masculine, male, proud part of me, and the Beast were both wounded. By not responding as she so richly deserved, the bitch still caused me injury. She emasculated me. Not in front of the neighborhood but in front of the one person that I can’t ignore.
Myself.
It’s not about wounded pride, that heals.
This is about my fundamental right to defend myself. Am I now too old to fight? Am I weak and feeble? Am I not a man anymore? Have I caved into the bullshit and now too afraid of legal shit or consequences to even defend myself?
I was a proud apex predator, what am I now? Old? Used up? Useless? Should I just wander into the forest and die?
Will I forever hide behind the police and the law, will I forever be a victim?
The police were called. They dutifully took statements. They advised me that I could have her arrested for assault but that she’d be out in 8 hours or less. They suggested a better legal approach was to file a restraining order against her.
Either way, I know she’ll retaliate. She’s a vindictive bitch. I know of at least two other assaults she’s committed against neighbors which were unreported because the victims feared her retaliation.
I know that I must file a restraining order. Not just for me, but because it puts Crazy on the radar of the legal system. Long term, that benefits all the neighborhood. Unfortunately it also puts me on the same radar. Worse though, this feels like I’m hiding under my mother’s skirt.
The rational part of me is trying to convince the Beast that using the legal system against Crazy is satisfying because it’s using her own tools against her.
The Beast isn’t buying it. The legal system is long and drawn out and requires lots of energy to be expended. The Beast is about instant gratification and the almost erotic joy of vanquishing an enemy definitively in the moment.
The Beast is pissed off, that yet again a woman fucked him over with self inflicted wounds.
One good thing came out of my conversation with the police. They told me that I absolutely had the right to defend myself on my own property. They suggested that I get a security camera with recording ability so that in the future, once the restraining order is issued I’ll have a record of whatever transpires.
The Beast is happy about that. “If she comes at me again… Who cares who will know?”
Another bright spot is that the visitors cleaning up the neighbors house were video taping the exchange from his property.
That will make the legal process a bit easier. But it will still take time and effort and trips to the court house on my part. All of which costs me money while Crazy incurs no expense, no punishment, no inconvenience, basically… she gets to win again.
