No Vendetta

Don't go and visit the psychopath stalker blogg ( click). I never do. I never read her drivel. In fact I don't even know if she has ablogg - whatever a 'blogg' might be, I am humbly innocent in these matters.

As a psychologist with a degree I advise her to stop this charade and devote her life to inventing crackpot theories about historical serial killers. It's much better for the mind.

London is pleasant and trouble free and I'm relaxing. Really. There's nothing more restful than being homeless and penniless. I find my occasional search for 'unknowing donations' to my cause to be the very essence of tranquility. I couldn't be happier. Really, I am very happy indeed.

My life is just blissful.

I almost feel sorry for my psychopathic stalker and her spiteful and malicious aardvark of abuse. How sad to follow me, but never to reach my high standards of achievements. She's teamed up with some very junior police, sadly their careers will be ended by their unprofessional wrongdoing, but that is their choice.

My lawyers will deal with them. Well, I do have lawyers, no really. The psychopath stalker hasn't any lawyers. None will touch her with a bargepole, leaving her spluttering her threats at me, but is there anything from her imaginary legal team? Nothing. Not a peep. She can blether away about me, but her invisible, inscrutable legal team haven't complained about me, this blogg or anything atall, not once. In fact my hateful hamster of a stalker has encouraged me to keep blogging!

I see that her stats are at an all time low - perhaps she should get some lawyers, if only to boost her stats to double figures!

My stats are increasing because Jesus reads my blogg. Jesus guides me and tells me what to do. Sometimes he whispers in my ear, secret things. How can I be guilty of anything when all I am doing is obeying the baby Jesus?

Only this morning He said to me; “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law. Love is the law, love under will”.

Jesus is my Lawyer.