What happened to the good old days when if you had a stalker you’d get a couple of your largest friends to go find the guy, toss him up against the wall in an alley, grab his balls, pull a switchblade and explain that if he ever, ever bothered you again he’d sing soprano the rest of his short life?
AH! I wish it worked like that. That was the good old days when disagreements could be settled with fists. Now, that will land ya in the “pokey.”
Besides, I don’t even know this asshole’s name, address, race, etc… Fucking cyberstalker. : (
Well then. We need the cyberequivalent of threatening his jewels. Know any good hackers?