Reply #71: ah. well then.

[iverglas]

I am equally close-mouthed because even the most basic info would make me identifiable. Which, of course, we all just have my word for, too.

My own personal stalker only knew my real-world geographic location, which she indicated by describing a holiday jaunt that (the part I don't think she knew) brought her within a few blocks of my home sweet home. There was creeping flesh in my living room that night.

The difference was that I *did* discover *her* real-world identity (and to this day have never disclosed it, just threatened to), so that put an end to that!

The evidence of her stalking and threatening has now disappeared from the net, so I can't substantiate my reasons any more than you can.

But then ... I'm not the one claiming to need an suv. ;)

But then ... of course there are people who need large vehicles for work purposes. My friend / former contractor/tenant, the one who had the firearms he was not permitted to keep on premises, drove the forerunner to the Yukon. What were those things called? Most often a sort of sickly tan yellow colour with a white roof. True benemoths, at least in their day. Suburban, that's it -- the name being an indication of who the actual target consumer was. But he was a contractor; he hauled loads of shit around; and it was quite old and being kept out of landfill, and he only had the one vehicle, rather than having another one to impress clients with. And his work at the time involved retro-fitting buildings, from single-family homes to big office buildings, for energy efficiency. So on net, he was more part of the solution than of the problem.

I will now imagine you as self-employed in the business of smuggling human cargo across borders, I think.