How much do you want to bet that Laurie has told people that she and I have "mutual friends"? Now I want you to know this passage from her own restraining order against me while she was "working for the City of La Quinta". "I don't know any of his friends post high-school"...that is her direct quote. So if she has told you that we have mutual friends, since high school, then she lied. Secondly, if she told you that she knows anything, including that I have HIV, she also lied because she said that she doesn't know anything about me since high school which, for her, ended in 1985, not 1986.
So let's start from there.
If I were a police officer and I was taking a look at Laurie's hand written notes about me and my family, my first question would be, "Where did you get this information from?" I would also hand her a copy of the restraining order and show her the sworn statement she made containing the remarks made above. Right now the sociopath is calling it a "slip of the tongue" but we all know those aren't allowed on a restraining order. The truth is not something that the law slips on the tongue. There is way too much information contained, like PIN numbers, bank account numbers, addresses, friends phone numbers and names, etc. to be considered a slip of the tongue. This is a stalker's guide to obsession. So the question remains, "Where did you get this information about Kevin and his family from?" If she has the nerve to say "mutual friends"...then the next question is, "Whom are they?"
I am telling you right now, that we have no mutual friends post high school that she didn't stalk me to meet and I am certain that they would not characterize their "meeting" with Laurie as a "friendship" though Laurie does, frequently. Her definition of friendship is much different than anyone else's. A "friend" to me is someone that knows who you are, what you do, something about you and so forth. A friend is not someone that you've told that you are someone else over the phone and are pretending to find out information about Kevin's family. If they have given up that kind of information believing Laurie, then Laurie calls them "a friend". That's not a friend. That is Kevin's friend that has been lied to by Laurie. That's far different than a friend. What I really want police to ask Laurie is, "Who are your friends?"
I don't want to know any of her friends. I doubt she has any. While they are at it, ask her who her co-workers are? What are their kids names? Their spouses names? How many kids they have? How many kids Laurie has? What are their names? You see the problem that most of the victims of this crime experience is that Laurie has a way of fabricating her life out of mine. My life is factual. I lived there. I went to school there. I graduated from there. I worked there. I know the people. I know their kids. I took that vacation. I have the pictures. I did the things. I know the experience. I lived my life. Laurie only read about it on her computer screen. She read it in my diary. She knows my life and uses it as a manuscript for her own. She has nothing but a framed house of a life, she has no walls, no pictures, no carpet, no real history other than the one she uses from me.
She has no real timeline other than mine. She has no financial history because her work was following me and other people. The reason she had to use someone else's job to file a restraining order against me was because she has no legitimacy with what she does. There can't really be any legitimate way for her to know the things that she does and meet the friends of mine that she does without following me around...even her family knows she does this.
When confronted with that truth, they went to jail for it. When she had them follow me for her, she put them in jail for it.
You see what appears to be a woman that needs a restraining order in a workplace...which, by the way, is questionable too when you read what it says...is really just a "jobless" name-a-like using someone else's job to legitimize her own need to be someone that is legitimate. All drug dealers need to have legitimate work. Laurie knows I've said that before. This way she could have a free lawyer that works for the County of Riverside and the City of La Quinta, but what that woman did was a crime.
Here is something that most of you don't know, or maybe you do.
In March of 2010, as a way of saying "thank you" to my two friends and two people that I employed to work for me as an informant on this case, Jonathan Mendenhall and Anthony Dabiere took a trip to Sedona, Arizona.
One thing that you need to understand here is that Jonathan and I have been friends since I was in my early twenties. Jonathan and his boyfriend, Jared, had a condo in Tahquitz Creek and I'd been there many times over the years. We'd been friends for pretty much as long as I can remember. Jonathan is an intellectual and pretty much when we met, he knew everyone in Palm Springs, California. So did Jared. Everyone liked them. They were the nicest guys in town. I know lots of people that loved them. I would come to town to visit and would run into Jonathan almost every time I was around. Over the years I would just stop by and see him and Jared.
Eventually, as the story would go, Jared would run into Laurie and she pretty much ruined his health and life. He became almost reclusive. Jonathan's life became darker...he ran for City Council but his happiness was waning. You could see that something was bothering him. It would get worse and worse every time until Jared's death. Anthony moved in to keep an eye out for Jonathan. Anthony was from San Diego like me and we had lots of mutual friends but strangely didn't know each other. How we kept from bumping into each other, I still don't know. He is still friendly with someone that I was very close to at the same federal court that I worked...it's a miracle we didn't meet then. Anthony and I got along very well, as expected, but Jonathan always seemed to be missing. It was sad, but I always asked about him, knowing that it had something to do with this crime. You just get that feeling over the years. The three of us developed our own language for talking about Laurie without using her name...it's the easiest way to keep her off of your ass.
Jonathan told me that I could stay at his home any time I needed to work on this case. I appreciated that so much. Anthony helped me with stuff for the case too. Christopher eventually made friends with the two of them too. I just appreciated that we all had one place that was safe from Laurie's wrath. It was the only place in Palm Springs where we could relax. Laurie constantly tried to weasel her way in. She'd send street urchin after street urchin over, but mostly Anthony would play house guard and it was safer than anywhere else. In Palm Springs, the cops walk right through your door when Laurie orders them to. She'll call in a domestic disturbance and in they go...you can't stop them. More often than not, they arrest someone, if you are gay. Believe me it is well known in the community.
You aren't safe in your own home.
At any rate, I wanted to thank Jonathan and Anthony for their kindness over the years. I'd been working and was making money and my intent was to bring some sunshine back into our lives. My first thought was to take them to see Kathy Griffin at the McCallum Theatre in Palm Desert, but I didn't think that one night of terrific comedy said enough. So my mom suggested that we use my family's Diamond Resorts time share and I thought San Francisco. We looked but there really wasn't anything available, so then she suggested where she and my father go, the Summit in Sedona, Arizona. She booked the reservation for us and I paid for the trip. To be honest here, I liked the idea because it was near Jonathan's father, a Lutheran pastor in Dewey, Arizona so that Jonathan could spend some time with him if he wanted to. He'd been down lately as you can see from the picture from the balcony that appears on find-a-grave.com
I really was planning on doing some hiking. Some relaxing. Some strategizing. Spending some time with my friends. It was supposed to be a vacation. It was anything but. Laurie showed up. Brian showed up. Drugs showed up with them. They stalked the three of us the entire time we were there and we ended up holed up in our vacation rental the last three days. It was a complete nightmare. Anthony and I limped home but managed to stop at the Grand Canyon on the way. The vacation's only highlight. Anthony was clearly shaken. Who knows what happened to Jonathan, whom had driven his own vehicle? The whole thing ruined because Laurie showed up on our vacation to turn it into some kind of drug, sex and murder plot for the three of us. I've heard there is video. I've heard there is a picture of a gun to Jonathan's head. I've heard their vacation rental squat house was destroyed. I've heard that my HIV meds were found there...all I know is that three days later, I would never see Anthony again, five months later Laurie would serve me with a restraining order for the City of La Quinta for "workplace violence and in December, 2010, Jonathan Mendenhall allegedly died of a "massive coronary" in Cadillac, Michigan at his mother's home on Christmas Day and Christopher went to jail in April of 2011. That was almost seven years ago. I haven't heard from Anthony, Jonathan or Christopher since. Not one single peep.
Now if you think that all of these things "just happened" then you don't know Laurie.
You see, I could easily have fought Laurie in court on this restraining order and beaten her for lying to the court simply by taking my friends, that she "doesn't know", and all the things she "doesn't know about me" with Jonathan and Anthony on the day that we had the court hearing, but something else strange happened IN LAURIE'S FAVOR. The court made a ruling without any authority. They made a ruling while the case was stayed in federal court. They had no power to make this ruling. They did it anyway in the same courtroom that has made rulings against Christopher, Anthony, Jonathan, myself and other electronic harassment victims...all gay men, all victims of this crime. Years later, the same commissioner would issue a warrant for my arrest for this same case on this same woman that doesn't even work there...coincidence?
You see everything that I allege on the blog that she wanted to shut down for "workplace violence" came true, FOR LAURIE. The same person that the blog was about. Interesting isn't it?
We have no mutual friends. We aren't linked from the past. She fails to mention in her restraining order that her past with me was one of "bully" and "the bullied"...one where she called me a "flaming faggot" over and over again, for which she was expelled. She acts like she is some kind of angel. The truth isn't there because I never got to tell the truth, because the commissioner did what he always does, punish the victim of electronic harassment. It's simple. Laurie is still doing what she always does. She plays the victim while victimizing the people that she does this to.
It's not a secret with the police.
My head didn't smash itself. I didn't infect myself with her blood. I didn't rape myself. I didn't put Christopher in jail. I didn't set Anthony up for a drug case. I didn't set Jonathan up for his case. These are all things that can be proven. Why didn't Jeffrey let me use my own witnesses and informant to stop Laurie when I had the chance seven years ago? I've been suffering. I hurt. I am a human being. Why did he stop my friends from talking to me? I deserve justice just like everyone else. I'm not safe here. I'm lonely. I'm hungry. I'm tired. I deserve to be loved too.
I really was planning on doing some hiking. Some relaxing. Some strategizing. Spending some time with my friends. It was supposed to be a vacation. It was anything but. Laurie showed up. Brian showed up. Drugs showed up with them. They stalked the three of us the entire time we were there and we ended up holed up in our vacation rental the last three days. It was a complete nightmare. Anthony and I limped home but managed to stop at the Grand Canyon on the way. The vacation's only highlight. Anthony was clearly shaken. Who knows what happened to Jonathan, whom had driven his own vehicle? The whole thing ruined because Laurie showed up on our vacation to turn it into some kind of drug, sex and murder plot for the three of us. I've heard there is video. I've heard there is a picture of a gun to Jonathan's head. I've heard their vacation rental squat house was destroyed. I've heard that my HIV meds were found there...all I know is that three days later, I would never see Anthony again, five months later Laurie would serve me with a restraining order for the City of La Quinta for "workplace violence and in December, 2010, Jonathan Mendenhall allegedly died of a "massive coronary" in Cadillac, Michigan at his mother's home on Christmas Day and Christopher went to jail in April of 2011. That was almost seven years ago. I haven't heard from Anthony, Jonathan or Christopher since. Not one single peep.
Now if you think that all of these things "just happened" then you don't know Laurie.
You see, I could easily have fought Laurie in court on this restraining order and beaten her for lying to the court simply by taking my friends, that she "doesn't know", and all the things she "doesn't know about me" with Jonathan and Anthony on the day that we had the court hearing, but something else strange happened IN LAURIE'S FAVOR. The court made a ruling without any authority. They made a ruling while the case was stayed in federal court. They had no power to make this ruling. They did it anyway in the same courtroom that has made rulings against Christopher, Anthony, Jonathan, myself and other electronic harassment victims...all gay men, all victims of this crime. Years later, the same commissioner would issue a warrant for my arrest for this same case on this same woman that doesn't even work there...coincidence?
You see everything that I allege on the blog that she wanted to shut down for "workplace violence" came true, FOR LAURIE. The same person that the blog was about. Interesting isn't it?
We have no mutual friends. We aren't linked from the past. She fails to mention in her restraining order that her past with me was one of "bully" and "the bullied"...one where she called me a "flaming faggot" over and over again, for which she was expelled. She acts like she is some kind of angel. The truth isn't there because I never got to tell the truth, because the commissioner did what he always does, punish the victim of electronic harassment. It's simple. Laurie is still doing what she always does. She plays the victim while victimizing the people that she does this to.
It's not a secret with the police.
My head didn't smash itself. I didn't infect myself with her blood. I didn't rape myself. I didn't put Christopher in jail. I didn't set Anthony up for a drug case. I didn't set Jonathan up for his case. These are all things that can be proven. Why didn't Jeffrey let me use my own witnesses and informant to stop Laurie when I had the chance seven years ago? I've been suffering. I hurt. I am a human being. Why did he stop my friends from talking to me? I deserve justice just like everyone else. I'm not safe here. I'm lonely. I'm hungry. I'm tired. I deserve to be loved too.
