Pussimus Maximus vs Godzilla

This post addresses those thumps and stomps which have appeared in parentheses in previous posts. And now that I think about it, it appears to be a daunting task. Maybe I should begin by admitting that a large portion of this Blog is and will be devoted to 'stalking.' Do you know what 'stalking' is? No? I thought not. Stalking is a crime. It became a crime in the late '80s or early '90s. Prior to that stalking was regarded as merely immoral. Nowadays it is a crime. Stalking is a crime which is committed by a person who is 'obsessed' with another person. By 'obsessed' I mean pathologically obsessed. The stalker is deranged, mentally unhinged. He or she suffers from a severe disorder. The stalker is literally unable to think about anything which does not involve the person who is the object of his bizarre obsession. By that I mean, 'enjoy.' This type of person does not enjoy any kind of activity which has no connection to the object of his/her love/hate. The obsessed person is emotionally attached and powerless in the grip of that attachment.

This powerlessness forces the obsessed to try and manipulate the object if his/her love/hate in such a way that the object acts so as to gratify the obsessed. Do you get that? Am I being too Freudian here? (Time out for the evening news. Interesting stuff. Saddam is being turned over to Iraqi authority. Newborn screening seems to be inadequate except in cases of possible phymosis.)

Where was I? Oh: Being Stalked - and being stalked by the 'Ultimate Stalker.' I capitalize that expression for good reasons. Who could possibly be the Ultimate Stalker? Do you know? No? In that case I will enlighten you: The Ultimate Stalker is wealthy. The Ultimate Stalker is 'respected' which is to say he/she has a certain community standing.
The Ultimate Stalker (taps from above indicate high approval of the term, 'Ultimate Stalker')is a lawyer who is intimately acquainted with the rules of evidence. The Ultimate Stalker is a Jew. To sum up the 'qualities' of the Ultimate Stalker they are:
1. Wealthy.
2. Respected.
3. An 'officer of the court.'
4. Jewish.
'Why Jewish?' you might ask. Good question. Here is the answer to your question: Jews are a special category of people: historical victims. Jews have a long illustrious history of being persecuted. We normally do not think of Jews as being in the category of perpetrators, but in the category of victims.
There is yet another advantage which the Jewish stalker enjoys, which I shall call, 'ethnic credulity.' That is, fellow Jews are likely to believe charges of 'anti-Semitism' directed by the Jewish stalker against his 'target' and are therefore more likely to participate in some way in the stalking process against that target. The 'target' may be quite innocent of anti-Semitism but will be attacked anyway by fellow Jews who are too full of 'ethnic credulity.'
(By the way, if you are interested in learning more about the Jews' illustrious history of victimhood you can find 365 stories in the book, Every Day Remembrance Day. The author's name eludes me.)
And so I claim that I have defined the Ultimate Stalker. Prove me wrong if you can.

This brings us back to Pussimus Maximus. Last night the stomps and wall bangs became infuriating and I went upstairs (boom) to confront the 'neighbors' above. I expected that Godzilla would answer my three loud knocks. I was ready for Godzilla. I had my voice recorder turned on. I was ready for a fight if it came to that. I had no weapon. But instead of Godzilla my knock was answered by Pussimus Maximus.
She was quite good-looking. Slim. Twenty-something. Lots of tit. She was very composed in the face of my obvious rage. But her beauty was not enough to halt the emotional steamroller which exploded with, 'What the hell is going on up here? You are stomping the floor and banging the walls and I want it stopped!' (or something like that.) She replied very calmly and deliberately, 'I don't know... I thought we were sitting quietly.'
She was lying of course. I said, 'Sit quieter!' and left the scene. I was so upset that I could barely remember the combination to our apartment door.
Later I wondered, 'Why do they want me to think that a beautiful woman lives up there?'