Someone in Harris County Clerks records management has been playing games with classifications and using me as his use case....It's been going on a while. Not sure if Jan Jakubik, Dru Hawkins are involved or who...yet one of the guys is most certainly one of these guys who has pre-texted in an internet game for the entirety of 8 years until my father died angry.
What is Eccentricity
Someone mentioned the word eccentric to me, while a man chased me around the Internet telling me to "get on my knees and pleasure him" and stalked writing the word cunt in the snow, as well as lobbing threats at me in three cities. They copied voice communications from my home at Apple, and published them in Internet games or on media locations where new accounts could be created. They sent me SMS's they manipulated my feeds I had carefully customized to see what I enjoy "technology or security in technology". They stole medical records from very high trauma periods in my life I would rather forget, and put them in Internet games. They, rendered the most extreme behavior I have seen in the form of insults over and over. Like a one way communication that is never going to listen.
I have a person, with seven of his friends, who has managed every day for nearly 8 years now to use the Internet to send people stalking physically, have someone rape on line, or have an opinion on how many times I was tricked as a child, teenager and young adult.
They have taken advantage of anonymity to run tricks and hoaxes that hurt and damaged me and others.
Everything he and his 7 friends have done have been psychologically horrible, and yet the city does not consider him eccentric, because he is not in their city in their mind. And yet he is. This is an entire saga unto it's own which I will not elaborate on further at this time of writing, yet it has been horrifying. One of the statements which came out of the other side was that my family was considered "eccentric".
Per Google, which has an extraordinary amount of research, it is someone with:
- Unconventional habits: Doing things differently from how most people do them, without being harmful.
- Independent thinking: Not caring much about what society or peer pressure expects.
- Unique style: Wearing distinct clothes, decorating uniquely, or having rare hobbies.
I think about this in terms of my mother. She spoke of the golden mean. She raised four kids. She worked, she went to school, she joined people in developing curriculum or opportunities to learn. Eccentric is definitely not a word I would have come up with for her. She was perhaps more extroverted than some because she wanted to help people have the best chance they could have at life from cradle to grave. Yet realistically our family was wrought with internal challenge due to the number of kids. Mental health issues that were heart wrenching. Peer pressures and influences that were negative. Trauma that was significant. It was not easy. I loved my mother for her effort, and accepted our imperfections as we aged.
My father, yes he had unconventional habits. He wanted to fight for justice. He wanted peace. He wanted oppressed minorities to have opportunity. He wanted executives to share wealth, and give to their community, instead of over compensating themselves. He wanted teenagers to have a chance at life without making mistakes too young, which could be learned through education. He had enough education and background to be able to do so. He was not high wealth. He ran a bicycle company, he operated within health care advertising, these are not exactly flashy or eccentric. There is a scale to everything and on the scale he tipped above center because he was an activist, yet he was not nearly as excessive as others. He was funny. Like Tim. Funny sometimes got him into trouble.
The ballet company in our neighborhood was completely offended he had come up with some slogan for kids T-Shirts called "I hang around barres" or passed around T-shirts that said "I ghost wrote for father Guido Sarducci".... because Saturday Night Live which bucked the system was funny. These things got him into trouble.
He didn't write about his past, he wrote about what he wanted for people. Health care. Civic opportunity to participate. Frustration with economic change.
I have met eccentric people and I believe they tip the scales when they work for "me" only. This was instilled in us by our grandmother. My father was not a "me" person. He was a movement person who wanted to empower women, and minorities to thrive.
His new wife would need to discuss his "work for the environment" as this was a shift I was not personally engaged with him during. It was a significant thematic shift he had not made up to 2006. It was one that would put us at odds for how it should be handled given my workplace was evolving. How could I receive enough information to educate him quickly on what they did do, what impact they were having, how the company varied in extremes from Pipeline divisions to innovation areas. I could not, I was immediately placed into incident response mode because the company was putting in monitoring without a set of guidelines for what was expected as brand ambassadors first. We were not on a speaking basis, because he moved right into topical areas that hit home in my aspirations and goals before we had a response process. Common sense said, the company does not want people who are having altercations with police force over pipelines. Less common sense and public knowledge was how long they had people crawling inside private spaces on any digital medium.
The father I knew wanted people to be integrated, to appreciate each others differences, to love one another and to help one another no matter their skin color. To have opportunity if they came from poverty. He came from another era, where the battles were primarily black and white. Now, we have the most diverse communities in the world. Black, white, brown, significant cultural differences to learn from each other on and they are not minor differences, they are very challenging. Yet he cared, and if you had a chance to speak to him about that, he would care. Sociological integration for peace mattered to him. We are in a completely different era now. One where we grew up on the Internet and tech advanced faster than can be imagined.
There were no "guardrails" for us. We were exposed from the time we hooked up our first modem and joined a chat or a game. The elements we were exposed to were significant in terms of fraud, exploitation, and peer pressure. Digital societies moved from sincere differences, and play, to brute force offensiveness where high wealth individuals profit off of exploiting themselves. My father was only marginally a participant in this society online, which has moved to a one way avenue of self promotion or self humiliation (and now people tricking people into self humiliation). Eccentricity in this digital world was not there, although he moved with a system of aging adults to shouting at the void with rage at the end yet not sure how to be heard.
It is not too different from the physical streets I grew up on, except it is now amplified in mass. A kid who taught others to throw rocks at cars and hide, or another kid who fed alka seltzer to seagulls. Recruiters who exploited people for their own profit into a variety of sordid activities. Marketers who insert themselves in your email with unwanted content. A wave of people who want dignity and pride despite their own bodies or sexual preference existed for decades and is also now amplified online. People who want their religion observed are amplifying too -yet heard less often because of the magnitude of noise and profit exploitation provides.
People do not know his pain, he did not write about it, it is not popular online. Our family was wrought with grief after my mothers passing, and loss of a son to medical and psychological influences. These are not easy or eccentric topics. These are humbling, they are embarrassing, and devastating to the heart. We have been in grief for a very long time with minimal facilities and resources with help that works.
Still thinking out loud....
Still.....I still can't come up with words for my father
I do NOT understand this 2010 point in time. It is detailed and exhaustive and breaks my heart. I do not understand how six emails came about to reflect 2008 emails - like fiction.
I do understand the problem and his pain. I do not understand these emails -especially the ones with Tim purportedly scribbling things that were so clearly coming from someone updating him on Shell.
I did not understand why someone went into complete panic when I took out my Gmail, yet I think they knew I had not read these messages in detail from 2010. Tim was not given a fair handshake.
I can't think about this any more. I had a job I was trying so hard to keep.
I wish I had quit my job in 2010.
I could have been there first hand to greet him at the driveway every day when Tim arrived.
Not worried if he has to speak out against my company.
This would have gone differently in some way.
He was being manipulated.
That donut Tim brought to your patio, was an offering based on your email. You can see the potting soil was the poem.
The scribbles were about a Shell Intern and it is strange as he acquired them from a management meeting right at the time they were planning. So someone was manipulating him very directly
He is funny. Everyone forgets that.
Or, you developed a new passive aggressive release for anger and were spying because Betty Lane likes to say these things (you will become a spy)
You know how eccentric people work Stan she is political and funny. Yet maybe you did not. Or maybe you didn't know you were under the influence of a psychopath. Maybe, this is what Dan Deshazo recommended.
I do not know who started the game of writing up things, yet I can see 6 events of shuffling Tim and writing up some fiction based on historical emails.
I told you I already knew he was being shuffled in front of my meetings. An oxy meeting here, a sighting in front of Jim's hair appointment.
The sighting in front of my house was probably just one of his cruises and I wouldn't mind if he would have turned to talk to me.
He was so angry after Julia told him he did not need medication.
My Contact Info
We were additionally testing the Delete Me service in 2017 as well for some of Jim's clients and people who were discussing privacy enhancing technologies with us.
Getting accurate information restored is a different task. Almost every data broker is incorrect now.
Because we have dealt with more fraud attempts and impersonations since using the service I am providing accurate contact info here:
Address:
16333 Vance Jackson #1127
San Antonio, TX
832-483-4951
vasquez.moira@gmail.com
aka Moira Merriman
Force Majeure
I signed no NDA that said I would put up with a man who makes death threats and stalked for 4 decades until I experienced loss of love, joy, and witnessed great casualty.
Delete Me Services
Delete Me services do not work if you have a family member that might want to call you. They should have had a back-out plan to begin with and allow a proxy contact like Domain Names have for verified family members.
This is an iMessage listener - it speaks for itself
If the guys stalking chatted in Telegram, instead of a game, social media (or 50 other locations) someone would believe they are stalking, committing fraud, and hacking folks to their literal death....
Found in My Games Guild of Heroes, media helped them every step of the way with retaliation instead of improving. This is why this company even exists after this level of infraction on user privacy. Money can buy any level of online privacy invasion at Apple.
Simple things. Open apple console and look for critical services like iMessage you wouldn't want read by any gaming company.
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