Mr. Mooser's Neighborhood
This is just a fraction of the information I've been able to dig up with a cursory effort on my newest stalker, Mr. Mooser. I could do the humane thing and just give Sarah Palin the exact GPS coordinates of his house so she can pay him a visit on one of her wolf shooting helicopters or I could be really inhumane and just reveal everything I've found out about him. (More at the bottom.)
RESULTS FOUND: 2
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Lookup results for 207.244.147.34 from whois.lacnic.net server:
NetRange: 207.244.144.0 - 207.244.159.255
CIDR: 207.244.144.0/20
OriginAS:
NetName: WORLDLINK-1
NetHandle: NET-207-244-144-0-1
Parent: NET-207-0-0-0-0
NetType: Direct Allocation
RegDate: 2005-07-01
Updated: 2012-03-02
Ref: http://whois.arin.net/rest/net/NET-207-244-144-0-1
OrgName: Worldlink, Inc.
OrgId: WLNK
Address: 1300 SW 7th St
Address: Suite 112
City: Renton
StateProv: WA
PostalCode: 98057
Country: US
RegDate: 1998-06-05
Updated: 2011-09-24
Ref: http://whois.arin.net/rest/org/WLNK
OrgAbuseHandle: RK596-ARIN
OrgAbuseName: xxxxxx, xxxx
OrgAbusePhone: +1-206-361-8785
OrgAbuseEmail: dnsadmin@w-link.net
OrgAbuseRef: http://whois.arin.net/rest/poc/RK596-ARIN
OrgTechHandle: RK596-ARIN
OrgTechName: xxxxxx, xxxx
OrgTechPhone: +1-206-361-8785
OrgTechEmail: dnsadmin@w-link.net
OrgTechRef: http://whois.arin.net/rest/poc/RK596-ARIN
Now moose, old buddy, you seem to like to kick people who are down, to point your finger at them and laugh, "Ha, ha!" from the safe anonymous shadows of the sidelines like some over-the-hill Nelson Muntz. But the fact is, Moose, that nothing and nobody is anonymous and despite the treasure trove of information I've already gleaned, I still haven't had to fork over even so much as a red cent to get even more personal and specific information, such as the other, seamier websites you troll when you're not obsessing over me. If I wanted to invest that kind of time, effort and money on you, I could discover what brand of tissues you use after you finish short-stroking yourself in the wake of one obsessive/compulsive internet spelunking or another.
Push me to that and I will do just that. But first, before I continue data-mining the information you've so thoughtfully provided (Don't forget, sport, this is what I do for a living. I don't give just commentary), let me tell you what it's like from my side of the tracks, the side that you like to sneer at with such easy disdain.
I am not as ashamed of myself for my inability to find a job as you suppose I should be. While it's always angering and frustrating, I do not feel shame because I know I'm doing my level-headed best to find a job both online and in the real world. In the good old days, before your three piece superheroes George W. Bush and his corporate lounge lizards on Wall Street thoroughly sledgehammered this economy, I was usually able to find a job within weeks, if not days, after leaving my old one.
The fact that I've been unemployed for close to 35 months should not be held against me because sometime in the last decade something very evil happened to this country, an evil that, if viewed through the proper prism, puts the kibosh on the old libertarian myth that every person is in complete control of their destiny. That only applies to those who have a vast fortune to force destiny to their will. The rest of us are just forgotten flotsam and jetsam, wreckage of previous, happier lives after it hit the iceberg into which Bush and his cronies steered us.
You think it's funny when a man remains unemployed after being able to secure employment with relative ease for the first 25-30 years of his working life, you like to laugh at the man when he's down and troll his every blog post and to try to make funnies (and failing miserably. Trust me, Moosie, leave the jokes to me. I used to sell jokes to the late Rodney Dangerfield when I was a mere stripling of 19 and think of what I can do to you now that I'm 34 years older and wiser).
I almost (the operative word here being almost) pity you for not being privy to the warmth that comes to my heart when one reader and/or friend or another donates something to our little cause and to help stave off eviction a little bit longer. Thanks to these kind-hearted and generous friends, I stay caught up on my bills and am allowed to continue contributing to the economy as I am accustomed. That's what it means to be an Altruist and a liberal: Knowing that others will pick you up when you are down and earning their trust that you will do the same when you're on your feet. Right wingers will never know that sense of humanity and community because you'd rather adopt a more selfish, Randian mindset of "Fuck everyone but me and my own and if it comes down to it, fuck everybody but me."
You are a little malcontent who is wasting precious hours of his life that he'll never get back (not that I think you'd use them any more wisely even if you were entitled to such a temporal refund) trying ineffectually to mock the gifts of a writer as an ant would try to mock the sole of a man's shoe. If you have been spared being crushed, it's only through sheer luck, that perhaps you were spared oblivion thanks to a deep sole tread.
But this is your legacy, to mock those you've never met and never will meet from the relative safety of distance and a presumed anonymity. Before, when you began writing your usually rejected comments tonight, you were merely irksome. But as they continued streaming in, I decided that for the moment, you were worth the time to smite in one way or another. I have so honored you and will continue to do so after I post this when I write to your ISP administrator, xxxx xxxxxx, at the email address you have so thoughtfully, albeit indirectly and inadvertently, provided me (and the information above was current as of today).
Just as the Rude Pundit's idea of Hell for Andrew Breitbart was to be locked in a steel box with no audience, so I will visit Hell on you by getting your ISP and internet connection revoked for constant harassment and online stalking. I will provide a list of all your comments from tonight (complete with all headers proving they originated from your little hovel off 38th Ave. and 77th Street), and I will let Mr. xxxxxx make a determination as his wisdom sees fit.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a letter to write.
posted by jurassicpork @ Tuesday, March 20, 2012
16 comments
16 Comments:
Dee:
If you'll notice, the ISP administrator's name is gone on request from the ISP itself. They say he no longer works there but all the other contact information is intact. If I have to, I will keep writing and calling these apathetic pricks, who seem to think I'm demanding they engage in censorship, to ask them to at least investigate the possibility of some proactive measures pending proof that he'd violated their TOS (they tend to prohibit things such as cyberstalking and harassment).
They also advised me that GPS coordinates are an approximation, which is true, but only if you do not know how to double and triple source as I do. This is how I know you can get exact GPS coordinates down to the exact minute and second:
When my ex was stalking me through my blog, I made note of her IP address at her job. Knowing precisely where in the facility she worked, I used the GPS coordinates I got to pinpoint her usual location plus the location of a second work station responsible for a 2nd IP address that was used. I was able to trace the 2nd IP address to an office right down the hall from where she usually works.
Originally, I used my IP location finder on my sidebar but that's a crappy one a best. It told me Mooser's IP address was somewhere in Maine but on further investigation, I discovered it was actually near Seattle near Sea-Tac Airport and Bainbridge Island. I used Google maps to pinpoint on the very house in which he lives.
So far from me having vague, abstract intelligence, I got some pretty specific shit. In the SEALs (the part of my life that Moosie thinks he can afford to laugh off), this was part of our job: Intel gathering. Humint. Sigint, etc.
I'll get this prick's ISP to drop him if it's the last thing I do. I made the mistake of deleting his first comments that I rejected. They were the worst ones.
If I'm not mistaken, isn't there a method by which you can file charges with the local police against both Pookie and the ISP? Once that's done, I'll bet you the ISP will drop him like a hot potato, leaving him to find a new one. You'll be able to chase him from ISP to ISP until he is unable to sign up with anyone and starts using internet cafes and other WiFi locations.
Then, it's a different ballgame, but by then the local police may be following him to arrest him for even more counts of Cybercrime if he hasn't learned to stop being a douchebag.
I dunno if I want to go as far as getting the cops in Washington involved. It's borderline, at best, and there's a fine line between being a mere troll and being a stalker outright. I'm just taking this one step at a time. I'll work on Worldlink first THEN any other ISP if he's stupid enough to show his face here again with it. Plus, don't forget, I deleted his worst comments before I got the idea to start following him.
JP: I am just a small scale window peeper around here, but if you haven't previously done so maybe a future post for those of us unable to follow what you were able to trace here to let us know what kind of trail we leave even with benign postings.
Anon: If you aren't a troll and especially if you don't comment you have nothing to worry about. Moose boy was just especially stupid in announcing when he came in, from what website (Sadly, No!) and his hits that were documented in my stats checker allowed me to cross reference and confirm that that was indeed his IP address. I mean, he should've just snailmailed me his diary if he wanted to make it easier.
The rest of you guys have nothing to worry about. Why would I think to reverse follow your trail?
Mr. Pork, that's not my neightborhood at all. Houses much too big, yards much too nice. Look for something more like two refrigerator boxes duct-taped together, backing up to a sewage canal. Should be a rusted out VW Superbug up on blocks out front. That'll be my place.
At any rate, since you are going to "visit Hell on you by getting your ISP and internet connection revoked for constant harassment and online stalking"
and have decided to "smite" me "in one way or another" and I have only "been spared being crushed" you may depend upon it, I am in mortal fear of damage to life and livelihood. I am also quite fearful of the information you have about me, and will pay any reasonable price not to have it disclosed, since you seem to have acquired my browsing logs.
Believe me, I fully understand that your Navy SEAL experience makes you a deadly and determined assailant, fully capable of expunging me, and I beg you not to do so.
I beg you, on bended knees, not to take my life, or bring my life down in ruins around me, which I appreciate you are fully capable of. Please don't kill my two children or my darling loving wife, Stagger Lee. I'll give you back your Stetson Hat by overnight Fed-X
I will supply a copy of this letter to my ISP, so they can see that you have effectively frightened my away, anbd there's no need to suspend my account.
You are the most powerful person in the world, and I quake Quail and shake arttle and roll, before your might. Please let me live! I'll pay anything, just tell me how much.
Your terrified correspondent, Mooser
Why Anonymous! You little stinker. I knew someone was watching me when I was playing in front of the window the other day. JP you ought to warn me about these things, really!
We're in constant touch and they're paying careful attention this. Say bye bye. I got you and you know it, smart-ass.
Yeah, Dee. The Gladys Kravitz of the internets. That's me. (eye roll) Oh, btw, look who was stupid enough to come back.
Hey, Moose, this wouldn't be you, would it? I'm assuming you're the one doing the inappropriate handling, not the one being handled.
Crush him like the roach he is.
Moose:
It's my moral if not legal obligation to officially tell you to stop obsessively sending me any comments, let alone 3-5 a day, to my inbox. I direct you to your ISP's own TOS (revised Dec. 23, 2010), obtained online at http://www.w-link.net/ with minimal difficulty (emphases mine):
"Authorized Use of Service. Our service may only be used for lawful purposes, and You agree that You will not, while using Our service:
Post or transmit any unlawful, obscene, or pornographic information of any kind, including without limitation any transmissions constituting or encouraging conduct that would constitute a criminal offense, give rise to civil liability, or otherwise violate any state, national or international law.
Send unsolicited mass emailings which elicit complaints from the recipients (that would be me);
Continued harassment of other individuals while using Internet access provided by your WORLDLINK account after being asked to stop by those individuals or by WORLDLINK's Administration;
At Our discretion, We may revoke Your account at any time if it is determined that you are participating in illegal activity or any of the activities which are prohibited above. If We terminate Your service for any of these reasons, you shall forfeit any and all unused credit."
From here on in, you are responsible for your own actions and I will claim no responsibility for future and inevitable administrative action. Worldlink's corporate echelon (President Lori Hill) will be notified by mail tomorrow and, pending any corrective action or lack thereof, Washington state AG Rob McKenna will be the next to hear about this. I am now officially personally done with you.
Have a nice day. :-)
That anonymous "Crush him like the roach he is" is me. Unfortunately, this Blog is not exactly friendly when you are on a smartphone. Probably a reason for that. Er, duh.
Oh, and die Moose turd.
Dee, please tell me you're not driving while you're using your Smartphone.
I'm thinking of Einstein's definition of insanity: Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. My pathetic stalker in Seattle still doesn't realize that not only are his comments not going up but that I'm sticking them straight into the "Saved" folder without even reading them, saving them only as future evidence. Yet, still he furiously and post-literately scribbles and pecks day and night, 6, 7 times a day, fully expecting a different outcome. It's kind of adorable, really. Such devotion, albeit in a pathetic Rachel Marron stalker kind of way.
Actually, my new car is amazing. When I get it in, an arm extends out of the dashboard, grabs the cellphone out of my hand, and sticks it somewhere inside the car while an digital phone sound happens. Then, if I wish, all I have to do is say "call..." and the name of the person I want to speak to and that's done. However, in order for me to post something online I must be in a stable place, such as the Union meeting I was in yesterday.
Uh! Power to the people!
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