Most of the time you all don't hear me boo-hoo-hoo-ing about my situation. If you have it's because this blog is my pressure valve on top of the pressure cooker you see above. So what's in the pot? The crime of electronic harassment and the lives of 600 gay men, women and children whose lives I have the responsibility of explaining to families, friends and loved ones. Some had few problems, some died, some overdosed, some committed suicide and few ever made it out of Palm Springs without permanent damage like HIV or debt in the thousands to half millions. The fire is Laurie, Brian and Christian whom constantly turn the heat of this responsibility on high and leave it cooking all the time. It's all day, all night...and remember, I'm the victim of this crime that Laurie has hated since junior high school. When you are the one she's been waiting to get to, to show off her years of learning how to torture, it's like walking through a mine field with magnetic shoes.
For me, I can't be normal. I can't worry about anything. That which I fear or worry about, Laurie will bring to my doorstep with handcuffs and tasers. If you think that is an exaggeration, you probably haven't had a lot of experience with Laurie LaLiar. The schemes that she comes up with are a combination of Charles Manson combined with Lucielle Ball and an unknowing and unintelligent police officer that turn you into Jack the Fucking Ripper between the time you walk out your front door until the police pick you up for no reason and take you to their jail. I've had guns pulled on me while walking home. I've been arrested for crying when Laurie stole my cat of 20 years and I was outside looking for her. I got arrested for trespassing at my own boyfriend's home...and you sit in the back of the police car wondering, "how in the world did this happen?"
For me, I spent nights in jail when there weren't any charges. Some times I was arrested for being under the influence and after testing negative, they kept me for two days. It's the most disconcerting feeling in the world to know that once you've reported a crime, you then become the target of the criminal and the police working on her behalf. It's what they call a police state. It isn't Communist Russia or China here, but we are living in a situation with a female dictator that has learned to lie so well to the right police officers that we hide from every police car no matter what we are doing. Just ask Christopher, arrested for riding a bike that he was allowed to ride. All of a sudden a call comes in that says Christopher beat some man at the store where he was allowed to ride the bike, and the cops don't even listen to his side of the story or visit the store. It's scary outside, so I've even spent the night sitting right in front of the police station so that I wouldn't get arrested...that sounds odd, but what criminal would sit outside of a cop station if he were high or committing a crime. Twice I stood there all night until morning...it's true.
Christopher was once reported for stealing a man's car, that he'd gotten permission to use, by a woman that didn't even own the car. The owner verified Christopher's story but the woman was never found or charged with filing a false report.
There's still an illegal warrant for my arrest out there with Laurie's name all over it. I can't just roam the streets of Palm Springs like I use to, posting flyers and talking to victims of this crime. That use to be the fun part until the people that I talked to started to get arrested...Doug M. was a perfect example. He contacted me, I went to see him. Talked and interviewed. The next thing you know, cops were waiting outside of his gate to arrest him for a DUI. It was obvious to him. It was obvious to me too since Laurie would tell him not to talk to me or she would shock his prostate with this technology. I was also talked to by Christian while interviewing Doug. This is a sweet guy without one ounce of violence in him whom awoke one morning bleeding from his rear end with a dildo stuck in it...not his dildo...it just showed up out of thin air??? Come on.
The pitfalls of having a boyfriend that is also electronically harassed doubles the problem. I wanted so much to keep Christopher safe that I immediately made him an informant for the police with me. This was an immediate decision when he told me that someone had assaulted him in San Diego on a trip he took there, before we met in person, with a man named David Beach. David Beach has been linked to both Laurie and Brian La Liar by Jonathan Mendenhall. The home in San Diego is under investigation and my team has allegedly located items from that home in a storage locker rented in Jonathan Mendenhall's name without his permission. I had to drive to San Diego to meet up with a man that had a receipt for that storage locker to prove that it existed because Jonathan had no idea it was in his name. Apparently that locker stores many of Laurie and Brian's best stolen goods and porn like you can't believe.
Christopher went to jail on bullshit unfounded charges and warrants that I'm not sure were even his. The district attorney here has a problem with issuing warrants and not notifying the suspect. I would never have known about the warrant she issued for me if I hadn't gone looking for it myself. What is she doing? These are used to ambush these men. If they aren't doing anything wrong and they have one of these "ghost warrants", then they are arrested and disappear without anyone knowing where they are. Nobody knows they've been arrested and forwarded phones keep family members and friends from finding out. These men simply drop off the face of the Earth.
The risk to my safety because of this kind of ambush law enforcement by the district attorney's office and police that go out on calls for Laurie keeps me in my home, safe and sound every minute of every day with my doors closed and locked and my security cameras on and recording. You see, in Palm Springs, I've even seen fake cops come into homes and root people out that Laurie doesn't want there.
There is little doubt that my life is a pressure cooker that I can't take off the stove in fear that one more person that I love will be hurt, lied to, taken advantage of, infected or abused. When I look back now, I think of all the people that must have been contacted around me that never said a word. There have been very few mistakes on that end from the people that Laurie and Brian have contacted and, to me, that is amazing given the audaciousness of the stories that they have come up with. I am a pretty simple guy. People think I'm funny, sometimes quirky. I love my friends without judgment. I think better than most when it comes to investigation because I am trained to. I figured this crime out early enough before coming to Palm Springs to do some good. I would be a criminal if I didn't do what I do and feel like a loser because I don't do more. I would love suggestions as to what more I can do. I've been on television. I've been at seminars speaking. I've written over 5200 blog entries. I've interviewed. I've talked to victims. I've reached out to parents and I've done my best, so far to bring you this crime, in your living rooms. It needs to be seen in the streets and everywhere. That's the goal.
