Here in Peep Town
“FBI is a gang of professional criminals paid by the government to break the government’s own laws. FBI itself is above the law. It buries its agents so deeply in anonymity that they can’t be identified by any central authority. They operate freely, unconstrained by oversight or accountability. Is it any wonder that some of them, armed with the most sophisticated privacy invasion tools in existence, use those tools for their own ends?”
“No one will believe you.”
The Postal So-called Police
Captain Chappaquiddick
Faggy Boys Inc.
Our Elected Representatives
A Peepie Primer
Robert the Pervert
The Three Stooges
I Telephone the President
An Arrest?
How the Peepies Enforce
Mob Rule
Considering a Career?
Senator Couldnthelp
Circus Life
A Love Letter
Hal the Pig, CPA
American President Lines
The Cable Guy
Hard Work Pays Off
A Visit from the Plumber
Freaky Me
The Casting Couch
Peep Town Now
Freaky Me
I’ve tried to remain objective in recounting my adventures. Nevertheless, I'd be less than truthful if I tried to pretend that none of the events I've chronicled has ever affected me.
A week after my home was invaded by a phony plumber and his accomplice, anger got the best of me.
I'd just finished dinner. Suddenly I was gripped by a fury as powerful as it was self-righteous. I stripped down to my underwear, grabbed my unloaded gun, and stormed out of my apartment hell-bent on wreaking havoc. I headed upstairs on a mission to rape, burn, pillage, and destroy.
I pounded on my upstairs neighbor's door. I knew a young woman lived there. She opened the door.
"If you give me any trouble I'll rape you," I menaced.
She gave me a pitying look. I came to my senses. I apologized as best I could and assured her I was aware that the only thing I was accomplishing was making a fool of myself.
"I'd call the police," she said, "except I feel sorry for you."