I've often described Lori's decent into complete meglo-maniac found her addressing the sexuality issues that she'd tried to explore in high school at the Gentlemen's Club on Perez Road. There she met two dancer/waitresses that would change her life. Missy Pissy and Leah Fauntleroy, two lesbians from the Long Beach area of California were probably two of the only lesbians that Lori had ever met. So pretty and so fun, they even liked to party, but with the new, came the same old problems of jealousy, popularity, income and who is who's "best friend". This was a pivotal time in Lori's career and it was about to explode.
I think it is interesting to note that the beginning of this crime started with women in the Palm Springs area as Lori found herself attracted to two women that worked at the titty bar.
So, now that I've taken you through the era that I am most familiar with in terms of Lori's early interactions with me and my family, through the infection and implantation of myself, I should mention a few key things.
First, there were several people in Palm Springs that I knew that were gay and were friends of mine. The first was Jonathan Mendenhall and the other was Steven Frey. When I met the two of them, their lives were pretty good. Jonathan lived in a great condo with his boyfriend, Jared, a doctor, lawyer and business genius. Steve, however, worked with a popular real estate agent in town. The house that Steven lived in was not far from Lori LaFond's apartment in Warm Sands. I can only imagine that introducing Roger, the person who I was staying with when I was implanted/infected, to Steven Frey, was the beginning of Steven's problems.
Roger seems to be the earliest common link between electronic harassment and Steven Frey, probably the same thing with Jonathan. I was not using drugs at the time of my introduction to either of them. Years later, when I had to move back home from San Diego, right after my drive by shooting, I ran back in to both of these men. First was Steven, then came Jonathan. It would change the course of this crime forever.
Between the time that I lived in Redlands and went to college and when I moved back to the desert from San Diego, Lori had learned a whole bunch of new tricks to experiment with while I was not around. She's been frustrated, sexually, living in an area where gay men would check into clothing optional resorts and stay for the weekend. The resorts were everywhere around her, but she still wasn't able to locate any gay man that wanted to fulfill her sexual fantasies. She became angry with this community and began a campaign of lying to the police about what she knew was happening inside the walls of these private resorts. It wasn't that they wouldn't let Lori in to the resorts, it was that the men would cover their naked bodies and go inside their rooms until she would leave. That made her man. She knew that the resorts were primarily men only, but she thought that if she was there, she'd be having sex all the time. Gay men do not have sex with women...and this pissed her off.
Lori really only had her brother as an example...and you know what their odd relationship was like. Why wouldn't other gay men have sex with her and do what she told them to do? To make matters worse, I would come out to Palm Springs on the 4th of July weekends and stay there myself. This made her even more angry.
She knew that if I saw her there I would immediately warn off any guys that I thought were worth warning or the manager of the resorts, because I knew she was a huge homophobe and violent towards gay men. Lori also had people stalking me in San Diego, so she knew when I would be coming out.
I remember hearing stories about this woman, an urban legend, that use to sell drugs to gay men and then call the police on them, but I was more concerned about the other urban legend about these men that went around finding men to convert to HIV positive by knocking them out. I never imagined that the two urban legends were part of one.
This was the beginning of rough times for the Warm Sands Resorts. Lori would complain about them night and day. She would tell the police that there was prostitution and sex in the bushes going on. The exaggerations were tremendously over blown and the resorts suffered when the police started to show a strong presence in the area because of all of Lori's complaining. At the same time she was living in Warm Sands and supplying gay men with GHB and meth in the hopes that she would find a "boyfriend" or that these men would do her next favorite thing, find another drug dealer that she or her brother could rob.
Lori had gone from spying on people and infecting them to using this system and the victims she made to spy for her. She would follow these men around and then when one of them bought drugs from someone else she would spy on them more until she could locate the dealer. These were perfect people for Lori and Brian to rob, after all who was going to report their crystal meth supply being stolen? She could literally go from dealer to dealer ripping off one after another and when she was done, she'd simply call the police and have them arrested. If she could have them arrested before the police came to their home, even better because the police would put the target in jail then Brian would go and rob them of their stash. Lori would play co-ordinator and forward the 911 system so that nobody could call the police if Brian was seen. Stash after stash was stolen, drug dealer after drug dealer was robbed. It became such a problem for Lori that she would spend more time in Cat City then in Warm Sands.
At the time I was living in San Diego with my boyfriend, my friend Rick Allison went to visit his brother Jeff Allison, and he was caught up in Lori's game of "call the police". Jeff lived in Palm Springs and Rick was in S.D., but when Jeff came back to San Diego, he told me about being arrested and other stuff...the girl that turns people into the police had struck again. Rick told me about two guys, Jeff and Josh, also selling drugs in the area and that on this trip, someone had moved into their home because the two of them were busted. That guy was Larry, he's the cat that got shot by a police officer in the Big 5 parking lot a few years later. I am friends with all three men and both of the Allison brothers, interesting isn't it?
Another interesting phenomenon was Lori's new place for relaxing. The Gentlemen's Club on Perez was one of only two titty bars in the area. Lori, of course, wouldn't be caught dead in a gay bar, but watching girls at the Gentlemen's Club was somehow, "less lesbian" than that. There she met two women that would change her life forever, Missy Pissy and Leah Fauntleroy. Both women worked at the bar and both were openly gay. Lori saw the way Missy Pissy worked the men for money and then dissed all their hopes when she told them she was gay. Lori wanted that kind of control over men and Missy, a former Playboy Playmate, fit the bill. She was blond, she was smart, she knew how to use her body to get what she wanted and she liked to party!!! Boy did she love to party!!! The only problem was that Missy, didn't like Lori, just Lori's drugs.
The reason why I am telling you this now is two fold. The first reason is that I wanted to point out that the majority of the women that were implanted and infected were from the Gentlemen's Club and also to show what happens when Lori isn't sexually satisfied with where she thinks she should be having sex. Just like the Warm Sands Resorts, the Cathedral City Police Department began getting phone calls about the Gentlemen's Club. Lots of them. Oddly enough, the voice on the 911 calls, is Lori LaFond's again. You see, if Lori thinks she is going some place where people should be finding her sexually attractive, and they don't. Her response is to retaliate with lies about the establishment to see if she can have their business closed. She spent so much time listening in to police over the years, Lori felt she knew how to close a business if the girls weren't nicer to her.
The other thing that you notice is what happens when you are the object of Lori's desires, sexually, and you don't respond...I know of at least six women that were drugged and implanted from this bar. One of their husbands was also implanted with a chip too. He had been working towards a career in law enforcement, but decided against it when Lori implanted him. He also contracted HIV, which makes me wonder just how many cops that Lori implanted got HIV? He was told it was mandatory that police have these devices, whether or not Bryan Anderson's name was brought up, I don't know. Only he can tell you. I do know that he was working as security for that bar and he didn't see anything like what Lori was reporting to the local police. He also escorted Lori from that bar on many occasions. She would get drunk or rude or she would try to push the men away from the girls. Lori even suggested a "girls night only" for the place before someone reminded her that it was a Gentleman's Bar...not a gay bar.
Some of the girls working at the bar lived with the manager of the establishment. This is the second reason why I am telling you this part of the story. The manager, daughter of the owner, who I love to call "Big Daddy", is named Barbara. She's one of those old school women that knows her way around men and titty bars. She can handle herself and has the right people around her to handle the rest. No-nonsense, but a ton of fun. The clientèle love her. Heterosexual by nature, this country girl is full of spunk, great bar jokes, rules of behavior and "let's have a good time boys". The kind of person that you know keeps track of her girls and their safety. She didn't live far from the club. Straight up Cathedral City Cove Drive and up into the beautiful part of Cat City.
Missy Pissy, Leah Fauntleroy, Bessie Smith, Leah (my team member) and Barbara lived in the Cove with different arrangement of the girls over time.
Upon my return to Palm Springs, I told you I ran into Steven Frey and although I wasn't into dating a drug dealer, he was sweet...and his story seemed to match mine. Gone was the beautiful home that I'd met him in and now he was living in an apartment, not nice and selling drugs. It would seem, like me, that his career had hit a snag and he lost everything. I was in the same boat after my shooting so seeing him again gave me perspective. Steven was far from stupid. He's really nice and really good with money. What happened? Our stories were so similar, I empathized and thought, maybe with the two of us we could turn it around. No boyfriends, just good friends. That would change. The outcome would not.
It is important to note that I didn't see Jonathan Mendenhall or talk to him until after I broke up with Steven or he broke up with me, but it was after the rape in his home.
All of a sudden, I would see Jonathan...the first time was when I was around a mutual friend. Then I went over and saw his boyfriend Jared with him. Jared wouldn't live much longer after that, but that is Jonathan's story to tell.
The point was that I hadn't seen Jonathan in a long time. I'd been raped. He was helpful as always. Then he told me about a friend of his, Barbara, that lived in the Cove and he thought she could help me. This is when the triad of Barbara, Jonathan and I began. Barbara, as it would turn out, had a story to tell me, but I didn't immediately understand how important the three of us would become. I was forging allies with the people that would eventually bring Lori LaFond and her brother down.
The alliance was made between the three of us. Jonathan was the number three in charge of this system, according to Brian and Lori, but he was really working for me, us. Barbara had her own group of people that she was working with to effect an ending to Lori's big mouth...but when the two of them knew I was moving back to Palm Springs, they both knew that the big shit storm was about to happen. I'd already been shot at. My brother in law killed. Everyone knew about what Lori had done to my father, but she says he was convicted...totally untrue!. Now, the girl that runs around trying to hump every gay man in sight, especially if they know me, was going to be in the same city I was. She wanted to show me just how powerful she'd become.
The high school bully had become an urban legend.
There is a huge part of me that cringes when I think of what a buzz saw I walked in to when I came back here, but I did it knowing that the only way I would ever know what was going on with all this stalking, was going to be in Palm Springs, California. It started there, it continued, but it was worse in Palm Springs for a while, then San Diego, then back to Palm Springs.
I can only think of how many trial and errors Lori had with other gay men before I got back here permanently? How many times had friends of mine from San Diego or elsewhere, gone to Palm Springs and stayed where I suggested? All of these people were at risk...it's as easy as giving a drug addict a baggie and telling him to go to the resort and find him/them. Lori had been doing this since high school. Drugs for crime was her method then, and she'd turned it into a profession as I grew up.
Before I understood what this was, then who was behind it, I thought that it was odd that a female would take an interest in something like this, especially a lesbian. Intentionally infecting HIV negative gay men? The odds are slim to none, which, as it turns out, with our police department was the perfect storm for ignorance. My experiences with lesbians were all positive. One of my best friends from high school is a lesbian, and still one of my friends. I have lots of others too. I guess I was a 19 year old in 1987 that had no idea how cruel a person could be. Then it turned out to be the ONLY person in the world that I could believe would do it. From, "No way," to, "I could see Lori LaFond doing exactly what you said." It didn't even take a second when Jonathan Mendenhall and Bryan Anderson mentioned her name to me.
I'd always thought it odd that Bryan would bring her up. It was like she told him to do it and he did. Now I know it was just her trying to jog my memory so I would tell her what I thought of her. Jonathan was just blunt about it..."Lisa" is Lori LaFond. My jaw didn't exactly hit the floor, but the pit of my stomach felt sick. EEEEEWWWWWWW!
After some experience while hanging out with Steven Frey, Lori's drug supplier, I knew that a system like this allows Lori to go behind your back and "fix things" using a variety of methods...not the least of which are violent, some with guns, and threats. It was imperative that one of us go public with what we knew and unfortunately, I fit the bill for that role. I was mad enough at the lifetime of stalking, but when you are confronted with people you trust lying to keep themselves safe, you know that "for every plan there is a back up plan to ensure that the investigation moves along."
I began to think of a way to use this system as a police wire, but not a wire tap. Those require a judge's order. I figured out long before how to keep my passwords safe and Lori at arm's distance. I quickly spread the word to any and everyone that I did not want to meet, "Jessica", which is the name Lori was using at the time. I don't like girl drug dealers and the Palm Springs urban legend was one. The only one I heard about was "Jessica" who had a horrible reputation as a thief and burglar. Ask anyone. It wasn't until a trip to CCBC, another clothing optional men's resort that my suspicions were solidified. "Jessica"was there and I saw her. She was pointed out to me by Micah and it isn't hard to see the only female there. It was Lori LaFond. My high school bully at a men's clothing optional resort...did anyone there know who was inside? You don't bring Hitler to a Mitzvah and you don't bring Lori LaFond to a sausage party!!!
Lori might know what I was thinking, but I spent only seconds on it...putting too much thought into it would have tipped her off. As usual, that person's name and the sight of her prompted me to say nothing...it was a smart move at the time.
The point I was hoping to make tonight is that, by necessity, three leaders emerged...Jonathan, Barbara and myself. Barbara was kind enough to send Dr. John Hall my direction. Jonathan gave me a place to crash while I worked....and we would begin adding other pieces as we saw their allegiances. Barbara had already assembled her team. Jonathan was gathering information through his ears for years and years on the inside. I was simply the guy that Lori hated the most but with the most experience with criminal investigation and how to prosecute this crime. It was a great alliance, then came Anthony, Christopher, Benjamin and Martin...each with their own teams and perspectives. It was at this juncture and maybe a little before that I knew that using the police as a shield under the auspices of informant would be the best way to save the innocent operators and use the information we collected on the system used to torture others. It was a careful balance of using the technology in a way it had never been used before, but had been tested many times with police informants over the years. Wearing a wire required no police participation, which would have tipped Lori off, so we recorded through our own means.
I figure if you are going to use us to spy on each other, why not use us to spy on Lori and Brian. Lori loved my friend Jonathan being near her like some kind of trophy. He was a natural to play the spoiler, the mole. Lori has a huge mouth and Jonathan was brave enough to put up with it for years. Brian too.
As I said above, there was no real need to engage the police while doing this informant work. Doing so would have been a huge mistake. It was better to let Lori believe that the police weren't helping us and that we were frustrated with them than it was to use their authority and our informant standing. Once an informant always an informant if the police department you are working for is involved in the crime, and you find out about it. Jonathan and Barbara can prove that police officers are involved and that was good enough for me to continue, even though I was threatened by officers at the PSPD, in their own interview room. It was on like Donkey Kong.
When people ask me what the hardest part of this process was, I usually tell them being apart from Christopher and not being able to communicate with him. After that, the hardest thing was keeping a lid on the three of us working together. Lori and Brian would never have allowed it. Jonathan and Barbara would talk, Jonathan and I would talk, Anthony and I made a deal and Christopher co-informanted the project. Technical support would be provided by Martin and Benjamin and their team. There is a lot of specific information that had to be kept on Benjamin's end. I needed the most attention oriented team to keep track of my movement, conversations, dates and times. The job of the informant is often unclear to people. My job is to gather information pertinent to the case we are looking at. I use whatever conversational means and this blog to communicate with Lori and her friends, collecting all kinds of information while playing that role. I don't have to be honest with Lori or any of them and, at times, I have to do other things that make Lori think that she can manipulate others...but in the long run she always does exactly what I want her to. She can't stop herself. She's addicted to hurting me.
This blog was the public side of this investigation that creates a distraction for Lori while the other teams hammer away at evidence. It's amazing what you can learn from Lori if you just know what you are looking for.
There are many things that I will tell you about Lori's stalking and surveillance, but one thing that I have learned the most about her is her consistent predictability, she has one agenda and only knows about one way to go about achieving it. She's way too aggressive and she will always take the most painful path for me. That's who she is. It is the bane of her existence. She has done so many things to people in the past, that she knows what was the worst outcome for them and she will try it over and over until she gets what she wants. Yes, she's a one trick pony, but that pony has been in Palm Springs for many years for a reason. The Coachella Valley isn't really equipped to take on technology...this isn't the Silicon Valley after all. This is a primarily agricultural area and has wealth because of Hollywood and wealthy snow birds that have homes they vacation in. More recently it is the home of Coachellafest, the largest two weekend music event in the world.
Lori hasn't ever really lived in a city larger than Palm Springs and it isn't exactly much bigger than 29 Palms where she came from. I've had lots of real world experience while I was away. I have friends that prosecute on the federal and state levels and nowhere is the system as fucked up as it is here in the Coachella Valley. This place is a judicial nightmare...courts are rinky dink and there are way too many employees doing absolutely nothing for their case load. I was shocked at their unprofessional-ism and their blatant disregard for the truth. Someone was playing games in the courtrooms and it came through the police through Lori LaFond. I could tell.
There was gaslighting in the courtroom between Lori and the Commissioner. "Wake up and smell the coffee" is the line used in many of the electronic harassment cases against gay men. Lori says it in the victim's head, in the courtroom and the Commissioner says it right after her, in person. This is suppose to show the victim of E.H., that the problems that they have with Lori extend all the way through the judge. It's gas lighting...the cops do it and so does the Commissioner.
First in your head, then in front of you. You know that somehow the police, the Commissioner and Lori are all connected. Proving it is what we've been looking at, but we know from Jonathan's account that this has been the case for many years.
So much has happened since the Avengers got together. That's what I call us now...thanks to Chris Hemsworth. I'm just joking, we don't really call ourselves that. You can't imagine how satisfying it is to have a team that wants to end this crime the same way I do. Peacefully and legally...without all that Lori LaFond shit in between.
In the next part of our series on Lori LaFond: Urban Legend, we will explore how this wire thing works and why it will work in the courtroom. Using Lori's system against her is, by far, the smartest thing I've ever done. Remember, that which you fear, Lori will bring to your doorstep, ring the bell, knock again, realize you aren't home, come back again, and leave it on the patio with a note saying, "I hate you!" Never fear, the queers are here!!! Happy Pride Month everyone!!!
The alliance was made between the three of us. Jonathan was the number three in charge of this system, according to Brian and Lori, but he was really working for me, us. Barbara had her own group of people that she was working with to effect an ending to Lori's big mouth...but when the two of them knew I was moving back to Palm Springs, they both knew that the big shit storm was about to happen. I'd already been shot at. My brother in law killed. Everyone knew about what Lori had done to my father, but she says he was convicted...totally untrue!. Now, the girl that runs around trying to hump every gay man in sight, especially if they know me, was going to be in the same city I was. She wanted to show me just how powerful she'd become.
The high school bully had become an urban legend.
There is a huge part of me that cringes when I think of what a buzz saw I walked in to when I came back here, but I did it knowing that the only way I would ever know what was going on with all this stalking, was going to be in Palm Springs, California. It started there, it continued, but it was worse in Palm Springs for a while, then San Diego, then back to Palm Springs.
I can only think of how many trial and errors Lori had with other gay men before I got back here permanently? How many times had friends of mine from San Diego or elsewhere, gone to Palm Springs and stayed where I suggested? All of these people were at risk...it's as easy as giving a drug addict a baggie and telling him to go to the resort and find him/them. Lori had been doing this since high school. Drugs for crime was her method then, and she'd turned it into a profession as I grew up.
Before I understood what this was, then who was behind it, I thought that it was odd that a female would take an interest in something like this, especially a lesbian. Intentionally infecting HIV negative gay men? The odds are slim to none, which, as it turns out, with our police department was the perfect storm for ignorance. My experiences with lesbians were all positive. One of my best friends from high school is a lesbian, and still one of my friends. I have lots of others too. I guess I was a 19 year old in 1987 that had no idea how cruel a person could be. Then it turned out to be the ONLY person in the world that I could believe would do it. From, "No way," to, "I could see Lori LaFond doing exactly what you said." It didn't even take a second when Jonathan Mendenhall and Bryan Anderson mentioned her name to me.
I'd always thought it odd that Bryan would bring her up. It was like she told him to do it and he did. Now I know it was just her trying to jog my memory so I would tell her what I thought of her. Jonathan was just blunt about it..."Lisa" is Lori LaFond. My jaw didn't exactly hit the floor, but the pit of my stomach felt sick. EEEEEWWWWWWW!
After some experience while hanging out with Steven Frey, Lori's drug supplier, I knew that a system like this allows Lori to go behind your back and "fix things" using a variety of methods...not the least of which are violent, some with guns, and threats. It was imperative that one of us go public with what we knew and unfortunately, I fit the bill for that role. I was mad enough at the lifetime of stalking, but when you are confronted with people you trust lying to keep themselves safe, you know that "for every plan there is a back up plan to ensure that the investigation moves along."
I began to think of a way to use this system as a police wire, but not a wire tap. Those require a judge's order. I figured out long before how to keep my passwords safe and Lori at arm's distance. I quickly spread the word to any and everyone that I did not want to meet, "Jessica", which is the name Lori was using at the time. I don't like girl drug dealers and the Palm Springs urban legend was one. The only one I heard about was "Jessica" who had a horrible reputation as a thief and burglar. Ask anyone. It wasn't until a trip to CCBC, another clothing optional men's resort that my suspicions were solidified. "Jessica"was there and I saw her. She was pointed out to me by Micah and it isn't hard to see the only female there. It was Lori LaFond. My high school bully at a men's clothing optional resort...did anyone there know who was inside? You don't bring Hitler to a Mitzvah and you don't bring Lori LaFond to a sausage party!!!
Lori might know what I was thinking, but I spent only seconds on it...putting too much thought into it would have tipped her off. As usual, that person's name and the sight of her prompted me to say nothing...it was a smart move at the time.
The point I was hoping to make tonight is that, by necessity, three leaders emerged...Jonathan, Barbara and myself. Barbara was kind enough to send Dr. John Hall my direction. Jonathan gave me a place to crash while I worked....and we would begin adding other pieces as we saw their allegiances. Barbara had already assembled her team. Jonathan was gathering information through his ears for years and years on the inside. I was simply the guy that Lori hated the most but with the most experience with criminal investigation and how to prosecute this crime. It was a great alliance, then came Anthony, Christopher, Benjamin and Martin...each with their own teams and perspectives. It was at this juncture and maybe a little before that I knew that using the police as a shield under the auspices of informant would be the best way to save the innocent operators and use the information we collected on the system used to torture others. It was a careful balance of using the technology in a way it had never been used before, but had been tested many times with police informants over the years. Wearing a wire required no police participation, which would have tipped Lori off, so we recorded through our own means.
I figure if you are going to use us to spy on each other, why not use us to spy on Lori and Brian. Lori loved my friend Jonathan being near her like some kind of trophy. He was a natural to play the spoiler, the mole. Lori has a huge mouth and Jonathan was brave enough to put up with it for years. Brian too.
As I said above, there was no real need to engage the police while doing this informant work. Doing so would have been a huge mistake. It was better to let Lori believe that the police weren't helping us and that we were frustrated with them than it was to use their authority and our informant standing. Once an informant always an informant if the police department you are working for is involved in the crime, and you find out about it. Jonathan and Barbara can prove that police officers are involved and that was good enough for me to continue, even though I was threatened by officers at the PSPD, in their own interview room. It was on like Donkey Kong.
When people ask me what the hardest part of this process was, I usually tell them being apart from Christopher and not being able to communicate with him. After that, the hardest thing was keeping a lid on the three of us working together. Lori and Brian would never have allowed it. Jonathan and Barbara would talk, Jonathan and I would talk, Anthony and I made a deal and Christopher co-informanted the project. Technical support would be provided by Martin and Benjamin and their team. There is a lot of specific information that had to be kept on Benjamin's end. I needed the most attention oriented team to keep track of my movement, conversations, dates and times. The job of the informant is often unclear to people. My job is to gather information pertinent to the case we are looking at. I use whatever conversational means and this blog to communicate with Lori and her friends, collecting all kinds of information while playing that role. I don't have to be honest with Lori or any of them and, at times, I have to do other things that make Lori think that she can manipulate others...but in the long run she always does exactly what I want her to. She can't stop herself. She's addicted to hurting me.
This blog was the public side of this investigation that creates a distraction for Lori while the other teams hammer away at evidence. It's amazing what you can learn from Lori if you just know what you are looking for.
There are many things that I will tell you about Lori's stalking and surveillance, but one thing that I have learned the most about her is her consistent predictability, she has one agenda and only knows about one way to go about achieving it. She's way too aggressive and she will always take the most painful path for me. That's who she is. It is the bane of her existence. She has done so many things to people in the past, that she knows what was the worst outcome for them and she will try it over and over until she gets what she wants. Yes, she's a one trick pony, but that pony has been in Palm Springs for many years for a reason. The Coachella Valley isn't really equipped to take on technology...this isn't the Silicon Valley after all. This is a primarily agricultural area and has wealth because of Hollywood and wealthy snow birds that have homes they vacation in. More recently it is the home of Coachellafest, the largest two weekend music event in the world.
Lori hasn't ever really lived in a city larger than Palm Springs and it isn't exactly much bigger than 29 Palms where she came from. I've had lots of real world experience while I was away. I have friends that prosecute on the federal and state levels and nowhere is the system as fucked up as it is here in the Coachella Valley. This place is a judicial nightmare...courts are rinky dink and there are way too many employees doing absolutely nothing for their case load. I was shocked at their unprofessional-ism and their blatant disregard for the truth. Someone was playing games in the courtrooms and it came through the police through Lori LaFond. I could tell.
There was gaslighting in the courtroom between Lori and the Commissioner. "Wake up and smell the coffee" is the line used in many of the electronic harassment cases against gay men. Lori says it in the victim's head, in the courtroom and the Commissioner says it right after her, in person. This is suppose to show the victim of E.H., that the problems that they have with Lori extend all the way through the judge. It's gas lighting...the cops do it and so does the Commissioner.
First in your head, then in front of you. You know that somehow the police, the Commissioner and Lori are all connected. Proving it is what we've been looking at, but we know from Jonathan's account that this has been the case for many years.
So much has happened since the Avengers got together. That's what I call us now...thanks to Chris Hemsworth. I'm just joking, we don't really call ourselves that. You can't imagine how satisfying it is to have a team that wants to end this crime the same way I do. Peacefully and legally...without all that Lori LaFond shit in between.
In the next part of our series on Lori LaFond: Urban Legend, we will explore how this wire thing works and why it will work in the courtroom. Using Lori's system against her is, by far, the smartest thing I've ever done. Remember, that which you fear, Lori will bring to your doorstep, ring the bell, knock again, realize you aren't home, come back again, and leave it on the patio with a note saying, "I hate you!" Never fear, the queers are here!!! Happy Pride Month everyone!!!
