I just ran out of bandwidth on “Snitch Pics,” the original page. Some of the first listings here were from a shockingly hostile walk I attempted to take around downtown Beaverton. I experience the same in downtown Portland. The key being that they are heavily concentrated in AI-surveillance cameras, they are depressed areas experiencing the early stages of self-inflicted “doom loops,” and the older, more entrenched, embittered proprietors seem far more prone to overreacting to AI alerts portraying my basic ass walk as “scouting crime targets” than, say, being nice in an effort to bring more pedestrians in, as opposed to driving them all out. Needless to say, I will not make the mistake ever again of attempting to blow some greenbacks in these communities, and your “deterrence” efforts are going, apparently, exactly as they are designed to go. Are you really sure your AI “threat detection” apps have your best interests at heart? Not sure how pitting retailers against their customers helps these people win the long game. But hey, if berating and threatening and attempting to summon cops on me IS worth that price, then I hope you found these ridiculous exercises in outright bigotry as cathartic as I found them a humiliating reflection of our local business community’s own “mental health crisis.” Note - I haven’t seen too many “homeless” left, when they’re all gone and I’m gone who are you going to blame then? At the risk of calling the kettle black … you guys, your “AI public safety systems,” and all the bigots and goons mobilized to constantly harass and terrorize me the past 7 years really did cost me my business! It looks like it’s my fault, but it really isn’t. I would be doing very well today, literally today as I type this, if downtown Portland were a remotely safe and fair environment that I was willing to return to.

Toketee.net absolutely crushed it in downtown Portland, people loved my little kitsch operation down there in the tourist zone (which is rapidly deteriorating not because of the “homeless and mentally ill” but because of a “stuck” mentality among too many in the Main Street community) and would be popular this very day if I were allowed to return, and/or were willing to continue trading abuse and discrimination in exchange for my daily revenues. The fact is it just got to be too much, I was sick of (a) the risk, many of these people really are “Karens,” they target me with defamatory official complaints, and (b) the crappy feeling it left me with, much like how finishing a marathon became a source of anguish rather than joy given the horrific way I was treated at the various venues one must traverse to be a part of them. I’m tired of being angry about it, I fear getting permanently pulled down to these peoples’ level and kind of feel it setting in so I’m basically just bailing on everything, not much of a life plan but then again this is not much of a life to begin with when these people control it by way of intimidating you into what essentially becomes a strict geofence and curfew - matter of fact, I can’t think of a single solitary day part or venue I can take my own car that won’t get regurgitated by predictive policing systems and culture as a reason to hunt me all over again.

The lesson of my decade in this populist purgatory is that so-called ‘data-based’ systems that determine one’s risk and trust scores are insanely easy to game. Put another way, I look at all the time, energy, commitment, effort, etc, I put into my company or my fitness schedule, and how any groundtruthing of either endeavor in these sketchy zones would quickly reveal me to be a community pillar, among those most obviously contributing positively to the areas in question. Yet it seems a small smattering of obviously biased, shameless little strategically placed complaints have me pinned, as far as I can tell indefinitely until my death, to the “behavioral health” crucifix, where I’m the unpredictable bogeyman madman character and kind of a moving target for anyone wanting to unload after a hard day of playerhating and gossipping and scapegoating the less fortunate. The treatment I’ve gotten, especially the past few years, is clearly that of a blacklisted person, someone they go to great lengths to eradicate from these heavily trafficked public spaces, in the name of the public interest. The reality is that this serves no one’s interest - certainly not mine - but nor does it serve that of those getting the quick fix gratification chasing me out of some parking lot or whatever - but also not those of the broader community in Portland, Oregon, a community I see as badly needing more people like me.

And - suppose the powers that be, the system, all of you haters, were right? Meaning - what if, despite my strong and well-founded objections, this whole page in fact reflects little more than a series of “paranoid delusions” and I’m the craziest sunuvabitch ever born? In this era of celebrating diversity and inclusion, and bringing society’s Crazy People into the fold, how am I then the poster child of fear and hysteria and danger, and not the poster child for overcoming it all? I enjoyed none of it, but I did actually build a company and run 32 marathons (maybe about 15 of them sub-Boston times), you would think the city would be putting me on a pedestal instead of a scaffold but hey, that’s all part and parcel of DoubleThink.

As I continue to be falsely and intentionally accused of the same tired rotation of fake crimes by these liars (“yer yellin’ at women!!” they often yell at me as if pre-planned retaliation to any hilarious or sarcastic remark I make at their expense in a normal speaking voice), I will also now link to my Public Service Flyers, those tongue-in-cheek self-defense brochures I attempted to give so many of them (angrily thrown back in my face of course!). They proved to offer no refuge from these people, who always win by controlling the “official narrative” and feeding that bullshit into the OSINT vacuum which vomits it all back out as a very, very, very high “risk score.”

Sort of inconspicuous here but the Acura with vanity plate BITREX … this is an older woman in my neighborhood who is the absolute worst of the worst. She has every advantage over me - lives in very upper class Montclair bordering my property, and has lived here since dinosaurs roamed the Earth … thus very well-connected. Every possible routine you can imagine that I’ve attempted to engage in for myself over 6 years - she is on top of it within days. Postal routines, libraries, daily walks, doesn’t matter … after I’ve repeated a routine 2-3x, no matter how I attempt to alter it by day part, location, etc, she starts to conspicuously show up, in that car, and just hover in a line of sight to me … even when it’s after hours, pitch black, and at surprisingly faraway locales that cannot be chalked up to coincidence. Typically when we think of stalkers we think of two kinds - the unrequited love fixated style, and the vengeful angry serial killer style. What about the vigilante crimestopper? To me these are the worst of the worst because they couch everything they do in this gray area of the law. I was particularly frustrated today going to a librarian and stating my case, asking for help, being told to go to law enforcement. I’m like “I can’t though! She basically is law enforcement. If I make a claim they just have to say “he’s paranoid” and document a mental health issue, even though I don’t have one. Whereas if she makes the same claim, just once, even after I’ve warned of her aggressive vigilantism for 6 years (it’s obvious her pretense with me is that I’m a risk to commit crimes, which is bigoted as fuck), everybody jumps on board and I’m having to answer to police about my behavior, which for the record is just f*** trying to go on runs and drop off mail and get takeout and groceries without her crazy ass pulling up and lurking like the loser and psycho she is. Part of what’s so very frustrating about my demise, that I’ll go put in all this work and dedication into the things I do, go travel around and do them, and yet it can so easily be taken away from me by these prejudiced suburban stalkers, who stalk, attempt to incite a reaction, even just “hey get the f away from me for the last time, lady.” Such a comment would be applauded as “strong” and “setting clear boundaries” if a woman were to say something like that to a male stalker, and yet, as I said previously, it feels like it means nothing in my case, nobody takes the cause of females stalking males seriously and it should be, especially in an era where abuse is defined far less by things like brute force, and more by what someone can do through power advantages built into technology and the weaponization of systems that feed algorithms, which is how this has played out for far too long with full enablement by the local police who for years have been all too eager to ignore flagrant red flag evidence that i in fact am being stalked, instead laundering the narrative such that I am a red flag person, or in other words that it’s even warranted and legitimate in the name of “community safety.”

Sincere “thank you” to Karen, in his/her various manifestations. “Karen” is rapidly killing everything a Liberal Democracy once stood for, one real-time alert at a time.

Sincere “thank you” to first responder “heroes” for their tireless malicious profiling and deliberate sabotage of an activist.