I've never been a huge Hall & Oates fan, but I've had the song "Private Eyes" stuck in my head for the last day or so. Why, you might ask? Well let me tell you why. I'm not going to reveal the details, but twice in the last 48 hours I've had tip-offs that a private investigator is snooping into my life. It would be a funny thing if it wasn't so terrifying to actually think about. What is this guy doing, digging through my trash, hacking my private communications, taking really bad pictures of me?
The fact that he has revealed him or herself, I'm going to chalk up to an attempt to intimidate me. The alternative would be that he or she is just incompetent, which I also would not so quickly discount given the potential suspects for his or her client. It makes you wonder why someone would stoop to this level to try to find dirt on a person. If you're that desperate to find something to pin on someone, you might want to look at yourself first. I don't know who the client is, but I sure hope the private dick enjoys the show, and bills appropriately.
In the meantime, here's a link to a clip from Veronica Mars, one of my favorite TV shows. I like to imagine the private dick that's following me is something of a "Vinnie Van Lowe" himself. This makes me smile.
So you pull the crap you pulled and then cry victim? Wow man....there's also a wide gulf between a "supplicant" and a fan. Guess the few folks singing your praises aren't supplicants....right? 😄
ReplyDeleteI've never seen anyone but a fascist be happy that another human being is being harassed and stalked like this.
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