For the past few days I've been trying to give you some kind of idea what it is like when someone that you grew up with turns into an urban legend of a different kind. We see examples of this all the time. Susan Smith, when she decided to drive her car into a pond with her kids still inside or perhaps Jodi Arias who became so obsessed with her boyfriend, Travis, that she devised a plan to drive to Arizona and kill him. Certainly these women, and many others, have a certain kind of infamy that sticks with us for the rest of our lives and theirs.
There was a transition period between my life in San Diego, being stalked and my life in Palm Springs, being electronically harassed. I spent a significant amount of time discerning between what was my life and what my life had become. I was left scratching my head and asking, "What happened?" I went from having the perfect job for myself and working with a perfect boss, to unemployed, shooting victim, drug problem and without any direction. There were tons of factors that went into what I decided to do and what others were seeing happen. In Palm Springs, California, both Jonathan Mendenhall and Barbara knew what was going on, but I didn't. There is comfort in knowing that I'd been right, but the price was very high.
I've said this before, but it bears repeating, what happened over the course of a few months would turn me into the zealous investigator that I am today. I literally became weak so that I may be made stronger. It was a concept that was told to me by a federal magistrate now U.S. District Court Judge, Larry A. Burns. This was a defining moment in my life. A turning point. A declaration of independence, albeit an expensive one.
A tiny bit of background on this judge. While I worked for the U.S. Justice Department at the Southtern District of California, Hon. Larry A. Burns went from Assistant United States Attorney to Magistrate Judge. One of my friends became his clerk and I worked with him on many occasions. He was an awesome guy. Smart, reasonable, funny and really well acquainted with all of the attorneys that came into his courtroom. You'll all know his most famous case was the trial from the District of Arizona, with the shooting of a federal judge and Gabrielle Giffords. The Jared Lautner case was his...remember this guy:
I've said this before, but it bears repeating, what happened over the course of a few months would turn me into the zealous investigator that I am today. I literally became weak so that I may be made stronger. It was a concept that was told to me by a federal magistrate now U.S. District Court Judge, Larry A. Burns. This was a defining moment in my life. A turning point. A declaration of independence, albeit an expensive one.
A tiny bit of background on this judge. While I worked for the U.S. Justice Department at the Southtern District of California, Hon. Larry A. Burns went from Assistant United States Attorney to Magistrate Judge. One of my friends became his clerk and I worked with him on many occasions. He was an awesome guy. Smart, reasonable, funny and really well acquainted with all of the attorneys that came into his courtroom. You'll all know his most famous case was the trial from the District of Arizona, with the shooting of a federal judge and Gabrielle Giffords. The Jared Lautner case was his...remember this guy:
The Giffords' case was about this man and his attempt to kill the U.S. Rep, while attending a mall opening in Arizona. Jared Lautner was the shooter. The trial was moved to San Diego for fairness purposes. At any rate, Hon. Larry A. Burns was the presiding judge. Before that, however, he was the arbitrating judge in my case after I was shot. I consider him a friend and he gave me some really good advice.
During, the Lautner/Giffords shooting a federal judge was shot and killed. The killing of a federal employee was one of the issues.
In my situation, I'd been stalked for years. As the stalking got worse, I got more and more concerned about who was behind it and why? There were years and years of diary entries about this phenomenon that I was experiencing, so much that I took for granted that as soon as I left my apartment that I would be followed en mass by a group of people that looked like they were angry with me. It was scary.
The stalking was so constant with so many people that I got embarrassed if anyone I knew was around me when this was going on. I became extremely paranoid about this and I turned to drugs to calm myself down. Drugs had a calming effect on me, unlike some others that get really hyper. I will say that I lived two different lives. 95% of my time I was working and had lots of friends from work. 5% of the time I had a separate life where I had friends that used drugs and this set of friends I kept separated from the other group. I don't know if you understand what that is like until you think about your own friends. Some friends you workout with, some friends you go to dinner with, some friends you only see at work and the separation is clear. I did that because most of my friends would have frowned on the use of drugs. That was my life.
Unfortunately, even though I was really good about the separation, Lori was watching and was ready to pounce. She'd already sent her brother, Brian, down to San Diego to fuck with me, and the stalkers were under his command. All those cars on the freeway were actually doing what I thought, they were following me so my instincts were right on. Other people that have been stalked with automobiles have reported this phenomenon to the PSPD. This was something that Lori and Brian could easily call off if the police took an interest. You see, spying on a person and having them followed is fine as long as the person keeps quiet about it. I chose to write in my diaries fearing that people would think I was nuts.
Years of diaries that I wrote right after the death of my brother in law. In fact, I started writing the diaries as a response to my brother in law's death. Something struck me odd about it. I don't mean to digress, but let me give you the quick version.
My sister and brother in law were married for like 12 years or so at the time I knew him very well. When I graduated from college and moved home from the Riverside area, I was at his home and I did some meth with him. It was at that time that he told me Lori LaFond was his drug dealer. I got the impression that he wanted to talk more about her, but I didn't have anything nice to say so I changed the subject. It was right around then that my sister put her own foot down.
My sister, a kindergarten teacher, wasn't having it. My parents were kind of on to the fact that my brother in law was using. We'd seen it on and off for years. When he wasn't using, he was fun loving and a great daddy. When he was, he was reserved, quiet and avoided people. He and I were friends...I loved him like a brother in law. I was the god father to one of his kids. That's how much my sister respected me. This would change over the years with the knowledge that Lori LaFond had been contacting her...so you have, on the one hand, my brother in law buying drugs from Lori and on the other hand, you had my sister wanting him to stop and me, already implanted and infected, knowing that Lori was selling him drugs.
I'm sure Lori must have been worried or at least concerned. She, as usual, was playing both sides against the middle. Selling him drugs, calling my sister to tell her about my drug use and whatever other bullshit lie she told my sister. Like I said, Lori has never met a relationship she didn't want to destroy.
Bryan Anderson, my police contact, was from our hometown. Most of our parents know him and knew him in high school. I'd known him for a good portion of my life when he dated one of my sister's best friends and because of basketball. Lori and I were in junior high school when he was a senior getting ready to graduate. The schools were no where near each other...two separate campuses.
When my brother in law would occasionally get in trouble, my sister would call Bryan, her close friend. It was the same option for me, but I didn't use it until later. Knowing that my brother in law was getting his meth in Palm Springs, sometimes, my sister called Bryan and asked him about it or told him. She didn't know Lori was the dealer. I did. Since my sister and Bryan have kids the same age, he understood. Oh yeah, Bryan was a close friend of my brother in law too. They played baseball together along with another friend of mine who is a cop in San Diego.
It wasn't unusual for any of my family to call Bryan if they needed to know something. I got the same thing if there was something court related from friends too. In this case, my sister was trying to make my brother in law stop doing meth. If I knew it, so did Lori. If Bryan knew it, so did Lori. If he didn't stop, my parents were telling them that they would take custody of the kids, my sister could lose her job. It wasn't safe. So after she talked to Bryan, my sister left my brother in law inside the home they lived in and she rented a place unbeknown to him. in retro spect this was a good idea. Like I said, Lori was constantly listening to me and she heard the "stop or we'll take custody of the kids" speech that I heard. The choice was made to have the kids and my sister in a different home. This is important...pay attention.
At the same time that this was going on, Lori was sending text messages to my brother in law...she would tell him things about where my sister was living, because I knew the address. She kept him in drugs, the opposite of what my sister wanted and then there was one more thing...Lori's uncle, Bobby.
My sister and Bobby were friends...period. Bobby was divorcing an alcoholic wife and he was sympathetic to my sister and the kids having two kids of his own in a similar situation. He kind of kept an eye out for them. My brother in law, after being poked and prodded by Lori, was getting violent. He held my sister at gunpoint. She needed help. Bobby promised my father he would keep an eye out for her and my sister called Bryan Anderson again when things got out of control. Bryan heard about a confrontation between Bobby and my brother in law at Bobby's work. I've been told that it was Lori that told him where to find Bobby. Bryan was asked, "What can I do to protect myself, he's nuts!" Bryan told him and this is a direct quote, "There isn't a lot more you can do than legally arm yourself!" Remember, Bryan is a friend of my BROTHER IN LAW and he's telling Bobby, Lori's uncle, to arm himself. This is how serious the situation was.
So, I'm in San Diego, getting phone calls from my sister telling me about "Bobby" and Lori goes ballistic. "That's my uncle", "(Kevin's sister) is having an affair with him" and all kinds of nonsense. She told my brother in law the same. He loved my sister and his girls so much that this drove him crazy and Bobby now had a gun. The last time I saw Bobby before the death, he was in San Diego with my sister taking the girls to Sea World. It wasn't a date...he had his own hotel room and it was strictly to get the girls out of a bad situation (they saw the gun drawn on my sister). It was then that Bobby told me that my brother in law would never hurt my sister physically again, "he could carry a gun and talked to Bryan." That was somewhat comforting but I was not up to speed on how serious this situation got. Lori, in the middle of everything, knew the powder keg about to explode, if she could just light the fuse.
On the night that I returned from New York City, I got in late and received a phone call not long afterwards. "Your brother in law is dead," my dad could barely say. He was weeping. I found out that he had found out where Bobby's ex wife lived and went there knowing he would see Bobby. I've been told that it was Lori LaFond that told my brother in law where to find that home. I was also told that she'd mentioned her uncle being in San Diego with my sister and the kids...it enraged him. He went there with a claw hammer...got warned about the gun...and charged ahead anyway. I don't know if he was implanted? I doubt it...but this is the behavior of someone that thought something wrong. How did he even know about San Diego?
The house my brother in law lived in was just up the street and that was where Bobby's ex-wife lived. Bobby did not live there. He had his own place on the other side of town. What I've been told is that Lori lured Bobby, her uncle, over to that home, then prodded my brother in law to go over to this home when Lori told him where it was. Bobby had his gun because of what he'd been told...and my brother in law was full of lies from Lori and meth from her too. The fuse was lit....and the powder keg blew up. My brother in law died the night I got back from NYC...three or four days before my birthday. I've heard that Lori took pictures of the bloody sidewalk. The advice to protect himself from Bryan Anderson, did the job, but both he and I, lost someone we loved that night! I know that, Bryan Anderson was at my brother in law's funeral. Lori LaFond got a ride from him to the home where the shooting took place.
I came from San Diego to the funeral and was followed by all the stalkers too.
The death was ruled a justifiable homicide, which it was, but Lori's uncle had killed my brother in law, telling everyone that there was an affair going on. There wasn't. Lori doesn't tell PSPD officers that does she? She didn't tell the restraining order attorney that either? Instead she told them that she "didn't know anything about me since high school". I know my brother in law would have thoroughly disagreed. Lori never stopped talking about us as recently as the trip to San Diego to meet with me and go to Sea World. I've been told Lori keeps a picture from Sea World of my brother in law's kids to remind her of the damage she caused them. I told you, it's not called "LoveLisa" is it?
Lots of people knew what Lori did on this system and they knew that her brother was in San Diego following me around with a butt load of stalkers, so there was a chance that Lori would equate the drugs with her and I would find out. I did.
About sixteen months later, Brian LaFond would pull out a gun and try to end my life, on night in July, 2003 when his sister gave the command, "I want him dead by my birthday!" A silver truck, maybe GMC with a shell on it, drove past me and a bullet lodged itself in my door frame about three inches from my temple. Lori's second attempt to take another person my sister loved away, failed, but the message was clear. Whoever was stalking me, had turned violent. I was taking drugs then...after the shooting and wanted to stop. Being stalked like this was bad enough, but when the stalkers start shooting at you, then it's time to change.
I was rattled after the shooting and my boss knew it. She insisted that I go to counseling for the shooting which I did. One thing that I want to point out now is that Lori was watching everything I did at this point. She needed to know if the witness to my shooting or I had any more information for the police. I couldn't have had a private conversation if I wanted to. Going to the psychologist for the shooting, was cathartic and tragic. The cathartic end, I told him about my depression and drug use and that I wanted to stop. He said, "Good news, " under the FMLA, I could request time off for medical leave to go into treatment and I could keep my job. I had to tell my boss about my drug problem, but I was okay to return to work, legally when I was done with rehab.
The bad news was that Lori LaFond heard everything and she knew from watching police counseling that she could take what she heard in that appointment and tell my boss everything about what she knew. That information is privileged. Lori listened in on my doctor's appointment then called my new boss. I was called into the office and they took my id and keys and told me I was on leave.
In the meantime, Lori began having conversations with the Clerk of Court, Sam Hammrick. I got called into the office and he told me that, "He had people watching me everywhere..." and finally I knew who these people were. I told my attorneys about this comment. Remember, I was the victim of a drive by shooting, this was why I went to counseling...now I was the bad guy because Lori was pretending to be some kind of law enforcement officer that had permission to follow me. From what I've heard, Lori lied to this man, but he knew it was happening, he approved it when he said, "I have people watching you everywhere..."
Long story, but there was a real problem trying to get back my job. I filed a grievance. there was arbitration...blah, blah, blah. I'd already moved out of San Diego and was in a 60 day rehab. It was in the arbitration that I got to sit down with Hon. Larry A. Burns. He told me that I was a "young man with so much ahead of myself". It was clear that the Clerk of Court was going to let me stay but in a much reduced role with drug testing. Someone was already coming into my apartment and putting drugs in my drinks. I thought, "What am I doing?" I'm holding on to a job that doesn't really want me because of these people stalking me and it isn't safe for the judge I work for or the employees. I decided that I would resign and focus on who was following me. I was already in Palm Springs, now I could focus on whoever was behind this. Lori tells people that I was fired, I wasn't. It was too dangerous to live there with these people following me and keep the safety of the court. If I told them people were stalking me, they would have blamed the drugs anyway. Now, I have the proof in pictures and handwritten notes from Lori's own pen.
Judge Burns presided over a case of a federal employee being shot. Now that whole scenario makes sense. I was also a federal employee that was shot at, his words about becoming something more, now have the kind of impact that says, I did the right thing.
Joining forces with Jonathan, Barbara and her team was now looking like the smartest choice after Christopher and I made it legal by signing up as police informants.
Step by step, I was moving in on whoever cause so many problems for me...this time I had the DNA proof in my bloody clothing and with a smashed skull and one more thing, an eyewitness to the morning that Lori and Brian went to beat me to death. How could it have been anything but that? The last order was to kill me in San Diego, do you honestly think that violence de-escalates? It doesn't...it increases. Lori calls it, "finishing the job."
Once I'd resolved the job situation, I was devastated. I identified myself with what I did for a living instead of the person that I am. A job defines a city person, doesn't it? In New York City you don't take any job without a contract. It's different in California. Here we get our education, we start from the bottom many times, but over the years, if you work hard and are good at what you do, you achieve. Working for the Justice Department during the period of the 9/11 attacks AND the Oklahoma City Bombing with Timothy McVey, I was keen and trained to deal with terrorism. I was sensitive to it. If you look at the Federal Courthouse in San Diego, it looks like a small version of the OKC building that was bombed. As it stands that courthouse has had a door bomb twice since I've been aware.
When you combine a hypersensitivity to terror with the job of protecting the judge in the courtroom, you know you are being followed, your boss says he has something to do with it, you are faced with moral decisions about telling them that you are being followed while dealing with a drug problem over the safety of the people you have worked with and love for years...what do you do? You, at that point, choose their safety over your career. Given the terrorist training I had, I know that employee safety is number one. Though I couldn't prove I was being stalked, I knew that anything about it would be taken the wrong way. I left that career doing what a Justice Department employee should do.
Then I was determined. I knew that the urban legend was in Palm Springs. I noticed police officer behavior and found it to be odd. They had the same kinds of slow affects that the victims of this crime have. It's like they are listening to someone talking that isn't there. Of course, after a while, I began to hear voices so it made sense that they were hearing them too. I knew they were. Lori would say something smart assed, then the officer would say the same thing in front of me. This makes the female voice associate with the police. The victim is dumbfounded. You can't imagine the stories we'll tell you about the fun and games Lori has learned to play with victims. Mostly nudity and sex are involved but not necessarily. Let me put it to you this way.
While Lori was playing mind games with one of the victims of this crime. A person that I went to rehab with. He ended up on the tarmac with passenger planes taking off behind him and police firing bullets at him. What is disturbing, beyond him getting on the tarmac, post 911, is that the police who were responding were probably hearing Lori too which shows you the kind of judgment those police officers have when Lori is instructing them. Yes he was gay.
Another example came the day that Larry, a friend, wanted me to come to Palm Springs to drive him on some errands. Legit errands and he also sold drugs. I got a really bad feeling about doing it and told him to have Nikko, a mutual acquaintance drive him instead. Of course, Lori was watching my every move...then she watched Nikko's. About 5 or 6 pm the television news came on and there was an officer involved shooting. There on the screen was Nikko's face in a mug shot. Larry was shot and killed by a police officer when he was walking in to Big 5 to buy some tennis shoes. My belief is that Lori tipped off the cop, also implanted and told him that Larry would pull out a gun he had on him. The officer shot him in that parking lot...no gun was found.
Yes, he was gay, so is Nikko.
So you can see when you leave where they are shooting at you in your car in San Diego, you move to a city where the police are hunting you down for Lori but under other pretenses...like it was a hot tip. It doesn't matter to these people that the cops are implanted too. I mean, they blame us for what we do for her, but they do the same thing and have no liability? We got criminal records, can't get jobs, can't vote because Lori told police lies about us or put drugs in our car and called the cops on us. Where is that justice?
Here Lori leads you down the garden path into a meat grinder, in San Diego they follow you to the point of madness, then take a pot shot at you. It's violent behavior and is a sign of the times. What isn't a sign of the times is how we are dealing with the problem. I decided we needed a new way to fight this crime. I went to symposiums, studied the technology, went through the history, did radio and television spots...I became what the criminals fear, an educated outsider and I know who is behind it.
I needed insiders, I needed a confidant to Lori and Brian and I needed to put my face out there as the person that isn't afraid of Lori LaFond. You can urban legend this shit all you want, but all that does is inflate her ego. Some sociopaths write newspapers when the kill someone so that they can get some respect. Lori has seen and heard enough gay men say that they have heard of her; the urban legend. She knows she can't be seen outside in Palm Springs. She's made too many enemies but uses me as her excuse as to why she is hiding out. This person was hiding out from the police that she's had fired that would like to speak to her as well as the drug dealers she ripped off and put in jail. Her own behavior dictated the legend not the other way around.
Outside, inside and way inside was what I was hoping to accomplish with this investigation. I would find a piece of information like Steven Frey's tax lien and I would make copies for Jonathan and Anthony. That was a way to prove I could do the outside job and so that my insiders had something to look at that Lori had done to Steven Frey.
Christopher and I were informants as formal as they required. I asked for no benefit because of the legitimacy I sought. I'd been arrested many times and could have benefited legally, but that never works in a courtroom. Christopher needed help, so he did what he needed to do. My intent was, at the time, to get to the bottom of what was going on at Steven Frey's home and who raped me. Whoever it was, raped Christopher too, in San Diego. This was a means to an end. Knowing the police were somehow involved was easy, not thinking about it so Lori could prevent it was hard. I became an informant, Lori thought, to tattle on Steven, really I wanted Steven to tattle on her. When you see the kind of debt she racked up for Steven and his sister, you'll understand the severity of Lori's "business investments" that she makes without the money owner's permission.
Steven and I were ruined by the same brain link system and the same hateful girl that bullied me in high school. It was obvious to me that this was the case. I don't know why it is so hard for people to tell me that, I already know. Running her mouth off then threatening people afterwards to keep silent is Lori's number one way of not being totally humiliated. Lori has humiliated me, my sister and father many times...and that means she's probably done it to many others. Humiliating Lori with the truth is appropriate. It's necessary. It's justice.
Likewise, Barbara and Jonathan have their own reasons for this feeling of justice. While working on the outside is near impossible, the inside is not any easier. Remember, she's infectious and she likes to transmit. It's her "favorite thing", remember. Jonathan had to live in squalor when he was there and he was at her beck and call all the time because if he wasn't, she would, "hurt his friends". Of course, he couldn't tell anyone about her except the people I was friendly with...she would often send for them like some Queen of Homosexuals. After throwing herself at them, then getting the rejection, she would make them promise not to tell me, or else. That's when she would tell them that her brother almost killed me in San Diego during a drive by. That came from her own mouth. I've also heard Lori describe him as a hitman for the New Gay Mafia. I know, that sounds like on big glitter canon and Speedos, but what Lori meant is that this mafia kills fags. What she meant is the New Anti-Gay Mafia.
Barbara would weed out and help the gay guys that she could knowing that drugs would always be the worst thing for people working on our side, and she was completely correct. Sobriety isn't 100%, I was sober every time the PSPD arrested me. What it does afford you is the opportunity to out think Lori. This is easy for some, like Jonathan, Barbara and myself, but more difficult for Christopher and maybe Benjamin, they aren't use to this much evil. Martin's different, he knows what evil lurks in Lori and Brian's life.
I'm going to give you all the key to being an outside survivor. Lori is predictable and way way too aggressive. She'll call the police or a hit on someone at the drop of a hat. By hit, I don't mean killing, but it is included. Most of Lori's hits involve hitting her targets in the face or as she calls it, "beating the shit out of him", she's even told the police to do it. If that doesn't work, call the family member that he loves most and tell them something horrible about him. The list goes on and on.
What I do is "past that action" planning in my investigation. To get Lori to expose herself, you have to know what she is going to do and do something "past that". Some people call it foreward thinking but it is too situational to over plan it. I've been a victim of this crime for so long, I can anticipate her conversations, her actions and her need to cause pain. So I lead her in a direction with one thought or action, anticipating what she will do once I do it, then I plan past that. How do you handle what she is going to do? Maybe an example is better here...
I like to gamble. The lights and sounds make my EEG's change and if I am at the casino in my hometown, I can put Lori's harassment on the shelf and give my mind a birthday party. You have to understand all the negativity that Lori gives, to understand what it's like to give my brain mental cotton candy. It makes me feel, relaxed and I have fun. The rest of the day is listening to Lori shoot up and bitch.
Lori knows that I like going there and she knows why. In addition to the mental massage that the casino provides, I'm lucky and I win...lots of times. So Lori doesn't commit this crime for people to have more than her, especially the victims. It, to her, means she's failing. I think she is failing to realize what overkill is, again. It's the 100th stab wound on the dead body Lori...not the first. Overkill doesn't mean you try to kill someone over and over again. It means that when you do kill me, you stab me the 100th time when the first one did the job. Lori's term, not mine.
So when I started to go there with little money so I could watch a game on the casino's big screen, Lori began trying to find the security people that worked there. Either Lori knows someone there or these guys live in her complex, but it wasn't long until some of them started acting like PSPD cops. That's the "what is Lori going to do" part of "past that". The guards started coming around and hassling me. They would tell me I had to leave if I was only going to gamble $10 or that I couldn't sit in the bar and watch the game without buying a drink, but I'm a sober person that doesn't drink? It was a hassle every time I went there.
So I performed the "past that" part. I prepared a letter for the casino and told them all about Lori LaFond and her microchipping of security people who communicated with them at work. Knowing that a casino keeps lists of the contacts made with members, I told them who I was and what I knew and the security people had been harassing me for Lori. Since then I never got hassled again. Casinos know about these kinds of wireless devices and they are highly illegal in any capacity. Whoever Lori implanted and lied to about this technology, is now a part of the witness list by virtue of their job and what I told them about Lori. You see, I turned the negative into a win for the investigation. Lori would not be popular at that casino with those guards now...and they know that I've worked as a police informant.
You have to know what she is going to do and "go past that" to make the win yours.
My personal preference is knowing what "worked in the past" for Lori. What she doesn't tell you is that while most of harassment has the immediate effect that she wants, what happens afterwards is a much different story. This example is easy.
When Steven Frey was dealing drugs on the north end, he had a supplier that would deliver stuff to him when he mad a call. The dope was good, not expensive and available. Well, Lori, as usual, started to run low on meth and she probably bugged Steven over and over again to bring her something. He didn't want to, she never wanted to pay and beside that, if he didn't do it she would call her friends at the police department and tattle on him for selling drugs. She called it "providing protection for Steven", I call it extortion. Steven said no so Lori called the police and had his supplier busted. She had him sent to jail which was what she originally wanted, immediate satisfaction, but then Lori didn't have any dope. She shoots herself in the foot all the time trying to dictate who the big tough dealer in town is. She's the one with the cops on her side. See Bryan Anderson, this is what gives that department such a bad name with the gays...it's true.
I can give you example after example of how to keep this from happening, but I'm at a place that is better than prevention now. Now I like to lead Lori into more mistakes. Lori is a notorious caller of people that I know. If I do anything for this investigation she is on it. She does her usual "newly invented" Lori routine and starts calling up whomever I am working with. Spike television is one example, the Jesse Ventura, "Conspiracy Theory" television show. I was pretty much ready to be on them and Lori stopped that from happening.
The things like the Natan Baca Interview and the special report with Angela Monroe were calculated. They were intended to let the public know what I know and it was to show what the Palm Springs Police would do for Lori. You can see the result when they say things like "mental issues" and "no rape investigation" in their opinion of my rape, but you don't know that I did that interview after I heard that for myself before we taped. If the Palm Springs Police were going to take the side of my rapist, I was going to choose the side of my community; this is why I continued to be an informant with or without Bryan Anderson, it is my duty for the County of Riverside and the State of California. I have no choice. I know more.
Putting those two shows together were good. The Angela Monroe bit is on loads of websites online with probably over a million hits in total, it's hard to tell. It sends a message to the world that we have a problem here and someone is fighting it. People underestimate the actions of one person, but one person always makes a change at first. This was bold to put myself out there this way. Lori called whoever she could find so that they could hear the police opinion...but knowing the truth, isn't that strange? My rapist is calling everyone around and telling them to watch this interview of her work...but taking the opposite stance that I was lying. It's another situation where you know Lori is going to thump her chest, but shoot herself in the foot.
It was my choice to do the interview but I saw the value in the "after that" portion again. Who goes around talking about a rape victim that way. Lori says she doesn't know any cops other than Bryan Anderson, but this shows some real Lori-like thinking. The follow up online commentary after that news interview and Christopher's arrest was an example of Lori trying to ruin the two informants' reputations. There is so much wrong with what she has to say and how she hides her identity...it's child like. Now those pieces of evidence are good for prosecution. She says something hateful online, now her words can be held against her. We know it was her, we know what was written, but how will it jibe with the facts and 911 calls.
I'm not going t belabor this either. I know that Lori changed the results of that initial DNA report by manipulating the City of Palm Springs Police Department emails. I know I can prove it. I know that no Chief of Police is going to want to go on record saying that Anthony Dabiere isn't credible when he knows all about kiddie porn manufactured by the siblings...then turn around and say that he sent me an email to that effect. Either Lori sent me that email and sent a cop out to intercept Anthony, or our Police Chief is an idiot. All I have to prove is that Lori accessed the police email system to show that she had the opportunity to get the first report, alter it, then email it back to the Chief of Police. Who gets a second opinion on detailed DNA analysis in the first place. This isn't a doctor's consultation. This is DNA from a lab. All of a sudden, after I've seen the real one, a year or so later the Chief calls and says, there is no DNA evidence and I know that was Bryan Reyes.
So what is it? Did the Chief send someone to see Anthony after he told me to send Anthony directly to him? Did Lori play Chief of Police again and send one of her cops then have them ignore what Anthony said? Either way, if I can show that three cops used one cell phone to send emails to me...which I can do. Then I can show someone is accessing the email system and could easily have come up with a new blank report. Isn' that the soap opera answer to something like this? That fits Lori to a note.
I'm going to be off work for a few days now. I may post but as you can see I'm writing again and I want people to know what I've researched. I'm an informant and this is the information.
Commit no crime of violence and seek a peaceful solution to this crime, please.
Thanks for reading.
