"Being Observant"

     To say I've got a lot on my plate these days would be an understatement.
     In addition to Christmas shopping, assembling my card list, putting up the tree in addition to all my usual responsibilities, I also have Tatterdemalion being read, by invitation, by Penguin-Random House and my newest novel being read, again by invitation, by a literary agency in NYC. At the same time, I'm doing this, I'm spending hours a day retyping a novel I'd lost when my hard drive crashed a few weeks ago and I have but a hard copy I'd printed as my guide.
     Now, adding to these responsibilities, I have a stalker to contend with and reporting him to the appropriate authorities. I will not mention his name because you have but to look at the post below this to know of whom I am speaking. No doubt this post will result in the usual escalation of activity (luckily my stalker is not terribly smart and leads with his chin) such as what I've been seeing and documenting since Sunday night.

     Since that time, when I gave this clearly unhinged twat a taste of his own medicine (and the response proved he can dish it out but can't take it), I've been going back every few hours to see how much attention I've been getting from my little friend in Ogden, Utah. What follows are two dozen screengrabs showing the last couple of dozen sessions going back to just 11:40 Monday morning:

    

     I've deliberately kept the value of these screengrabs small for the sheer reason there are so many of them. If you'll notice, the next and third to last two are coming from a different IP Address because my Ogden stalker thinks he's being clever by going somewhere else and using a different ISP, hence a different IP Address. But I noticed this "visitor" was doing a search using the keyword "agent", which he'd been doing since at least yesterday (as well as one for the word "cover."). So I did an IP address lookup and traced it back to a location that has been used before:
    

     ...thereby placing him directly at Con Agra foods at the old Post Office Building on the corner of 24th St and Grant Avenue in, wow, what a coincidence! Ogden, Utah!
     Smart, but no cigar, pal o' mine.
     Now, take careful note of the time stamps on all these dozens of screengrabs. You'll note this stalker has been spending a frightfully disproportionate amount of time at this place and probably my Amazon product pages. He's at this place literally morning, noon and night, sometimes into the wee hours of the morning (And I'm talking about Pacific time, not Eastern).
     When I noticed the resurrection of his one star hit piece for one of my novels, one that Amazon had seen fit to take down earlier this year, I decided to give this wet-legged little bitch a taste of his own medicine. So I went to his blog, once and briefly, and left a message telling him to check his own Amazon product pages as if to say, "Welcome to my world, bitch." Then I resumed my life.
     Before this time, he'd already gotten his big brother in on the act, who then began trolling and stalking me on this blog as well as my Twitter accounts. But when he found out what it's like to be me for a few moments, he went ballistic and got his troll buddies to stalk me and give my books one star reviews, even voting down my reviews of his... books, shall we call them.
     You can see what the response was when I pushed back and let him know what it feels like to be me. Full-blown stalking fueled by an unhealthy obsession with someone he loathes.
     So one must ask this one simple, logical question: If I'm such a horrible writer and such a loathsome person, then why am I worthy of so much attention of late to the point where he's actually switching locations in some Keystone Kops attempt to hide his IP Address and physical location? If my novels are so horrible, then why not let them sink of their own weight and why does he think he needs to help the process along?
     Good questions, all, which is why I'd contacted his usual ISP at Comcast. I've filed a complaint of cyberstalking and harassment against him and the older brother he needs to fight his battles for him. They'd pledged to get back to me through a special team whose remit it is to investigate allegations of abuse of their wifi service. I will also be sending a complaint to XO Communications, whose own wifi service is being abused for the same illegitimate purposes.
     I've also filed a preliminary criminal complaint with Utah AG Sean Reyes' Office and am awaiting their response.
     Ordinarily, I'm not the kind of person who snipes from behind peoples' backs. But I thought in the beginning it was worth it to silently document these very verifiable instances of online stalking and then just drop the hammer on him when it was time. Yet, on reflection, when I saw additional one star reviews going up and that my fulltime stalker was trying to get cute by changing his location and IP Address (meaning I've gotten a lot more hits from him than the 22 he'd given me since Monday), I realized how dangerously unstable this man, for want of a better word, truly is.
     He's just pissing me off. But he's starting to scare the shit out of Mrs. JP and that's when I really start taking shit personal.
     For my readers who still surf in from time to time looking for political content, I profusely apologize for being forced to address this escalating issue. But this creep is planning something because he has no other life outside of me. He's trying to remove himself of any culpability by siccing his trolls and Big Brother on me. And he's planning something. Otherwise, why go through every one of my monthly 2015 archives going back to June, the first time I'd mentioned him? And why is he harvesting information using the keywords "cover" and "agent"?
     Well, from here on in, I will write of him no more except to give you an update that criminal charges have been filed on him and/or Comcast terminated his wifi account. As with my stalker, I will let others fight my battles for me.  
     Unlike him, I don't need to resort to trolls and an endlessly supportive and enabling big brother.

Addendum: As proof of my last sentence, this is a ver batim copy of the complaint I've just sent to the Ogden City, Utah Police Department regarding this ongoing irritation:

I'm a resident of ******* ************, which is why I'm emailing this complaint instead of calling. One of your residents, a David Chadwick, has been regularly, systematically and obsessively stalking me through my blog, Amazon product pages, Goodreads and who knows where else? This is a situation that has been going on since June this year and has only VERY sharply escalated when I let it be known to him I did not appreciate his fake one star reviews that are mere hit pieces. Now, he's trying to remove himself from culpability by sending trolls to my blog who are threatening me, as well as his older brother Daniel Chadwick of Salt Lake City. I had to turn off my comments when the threats began to get too numerous. If someone from your constabulary can please contact me via email, I can provide documentation of Chadwick's stalking behavior the form of no less than 42 screengrabs from his IP address and an alternate that he uses that I stopped collecting yesterday afternoon. That of course wouldn't include the many hits I get from his brother Daniel and of course the ones swarming my blog at David Chadwick's direction. This man is dangerously obsessed with me and is trolling my blog, Amazon product pages and perhaps everywhere else I have an internet footprint literally dozens of times a day. As I'm a military veteran, this stalker is merely irritating me as I do not scare easily but he's scaring my girlfriend and that's when I began pursuing a cease and desist to this behavior in earnest. It's bad enough he's trying to ruin my literary career by trolling me and directing others to follow his lead. But when David Chadwick starts frightening my girlfriend, then something has to be done. Immediately. I would appreciate an email so I can send you the screengrabs to advise you of the sheer level of this man's morning, noon and night obsession with me.

     Now, in the unlikely event Chadwick's not actively stalking me at this moment, I expect the flying monkey fanboy trolls he's been sending here and to my Amazon pages to be the good little bitches they are and dutifully report this to him. This is just to let him know I'm dead serious about ending this once and for all. At the same time I'm doing this, I will take a few more minutes of my spare time and follow up on my complaint with the Utah Attorney General's Office. Then, unlike this worthless little stalker, I will resume my life and give him no more thought until I'm contacted by the pertinent authorities.