I guess I've had a few days to think about how I've been feeling about this situation. I took a couple of "days off" from this project, which basically means that I didn't write anything while Lori LaFond sat at home doing drugs and testosterone and listened to all her bitching. I've come to the conclusion that she's mentally ill. Very mentally ill.
For nearly thirty five years she went behind my back contacting everyone that I know telling them all kinds of stories about my life. Some semi-true and others are out and out lies. She's not the kind of person to speak well of anyone, but when it comes to me, she likes to put on a really big show. I think she started off by telling everyone that she hated me, then, when that didn't work out so well for her, she pretended that we were friends in high school, best friends, sexually active and that I was some kind of dick. I'm none of those.
To begin with, Lori is one grade above me. She and I did not attend the same grade school. I went to one school and she went to another. I didn't meet her until Junior High School and by then she was selling drugs to some of the people that I knew. Probably meth and weed. We were never in the same classroom at the same time except for the first week in junior high where she was a science teacher's aide for seven days before she was removed from the class. She blames me for the removal but what I remember is that she was "flirtatious" with the science teacher and she was harassing him on his home phone. Sound familiar?
We have never spoken. The only conversations that were ever had in high school between Lori and myself were one way. She would march up to me, scream some obscenities, and I would wonder who she was? When I found out who she was, I wasn't impressed. She's not someone that I would want to be friends with and we never were. If she has anything to say about how she learned something from me, it's because she used remote neural monitoring to find it out. I would never and have never spoken to Lori about any of my friends. If someone told me something in confidence, I never said a word about it to anyone. For someone like Lori, that is friendship ruining gold. After a few years, I learned to set her up through my thoughts. Basically, I would lie to her in my thoughts and she would spread the rumor for me. That's how I know she's the person behind all of this terror. We came from a small town and people talk. Who they got their information from was always Lori, even though she would swear them to secrecy.
So now I am in the position of correcting Lori's application for a "workplace violence" restraining order. One of the most offensive things that she does in that order completely denies that she's done the things she's done without any provocation from me. She, aggressively, pursued this "victim" role before I said a word. I still haven't officially answered anything from that situation. I wasn't given the chance. Remember, this is a blog that is used multiple ways. Sometimes I post evidence. Sometimes I'm trying to make her appear. Sometimes I'm making her thinks something about the case. It just depends upon my mood at the time. Tonight, I want Lori to contact people that she's told things about me since high school. It's pretty easy.
For instance let's look at this picture from Sedona, Arizona the same time that I was vacationing there:
At the same time this picture was taken, I was already months into planning a vacation with my friends, Anthony Dabiere and Jonathan Mendenhall to Sedona, Arizona. That Lori LaFond, identified here as the petitioner, would be in the same place at the same time six-plus hours away isn't by chance. I believe that I arrived for my reservation the next night at the Sedona Summit. Before any of you pocket sleuths get your Sherlock Holmes on. My trip was planned months before Lori's by my own mother. So there is no chance that I followed my friends and Lori there. My mom made all the arrangements and I simply was taking my friends on a trip close to Jonathan's father's home in Dewey, Arizona. It was kind of a "thank you" and a "Jonathan go and see your dad type of trip" type of thing.
What you see in this picture are three of my very good friends from high school. On the far left is Robbin Schnelling, in turquoise, Tracy Coe-Hatcher and on the far right Margie Miller-Hoy. These three women are friends of mine. Two of them, Robin and Tracy came to see me at my job the night before they left for Arizona, neither of them mentioned that they were going there. I wonder if Lori said something to them knowing why she needed them to take her there? I'm sure that they wouldn't have liked it. What I'm curious about are the six hours of stories that Lori LaFond must have told them while on their way to plan Lori's attack? I'm sure that some of them are Post high school statements that would make her look like a liar on that restraining order application.
What I am doing here folks is seeing if Lori will contact these girls today or soon to threaten them not to talk. That's how I use this blog. One is to inform, but the other is to see what Lori will do. That's how certain I am that Lori brought up my name a million times on her way there, not to mention Anthony and Jonathan. Both are friends of mine since high school.
Lori by the time this picture was taken was pretending to work for the City of La Quinta...so I'm wondering what she told these friends of mine she was doing for a living? Working for Jeffrey Katzenberg? Working for the City of La Quinta? Working for the police? Whatever the story was, I'm sure it was bullshit.
What I do want to mention here is that I don't believe for a half-second that any of my friends, shown above, are involved in this crime. They probably didn't know that Lori had needles, GHB and meth with her when she crossed the California/Arizona border. I am sure that they didn't know I would be in Sedona, Az, either. I am also positive that none of them stayed with Lori in that home while I was there. They would never be involved with drugs or any kind of stalking of me or my family. They didn't know that I was a police informant working on a case with Jonathan and Anthony for the PSPD either. Lori probably made a big deal about being "out of the State of California" too. She's never been to that state as far as I know and she's not one to not make a big deal about "feeling free".
At the time my friends above had no idea what Lori has been up to for the last thirty years except what she has told them. I'm here to shed some light on the truth. Lori is a drug dealer, according to almost every gay man that I know in Palm Springs...always has been. My friends didn't know that I was searching for the "urban legend" since Lori had me shot, and almost killed, in San Diego years earlier. I'm thinking that she probably told them that I was fired for using drugs at the Justice Department, not true. I'm thinking that if she mentioned the shooting, which I didn't tell her about, that she said it was "probably drug-related" and in retrospect it was. She sold drugs to my brother in law before she set him up to be killed by her uncle Bobby, in self-defense. Lori has now told people more about the situation than she needed. She threw the drug aspect on it to make me look bad, but the truth is that she knew that my brother in law told me she was selling him drugs and that she was not nice to my family; his family.
You see Lori likes to pretend she knows this stuff because she works undercover for the police, the truth is that she doesn't do that either. She uses remote neural monitoring to stalk her prey and her drug customers to turn into the police. That makes Lori the urban legend from the LGBTQ community in Palm Springs, California.
What these three friends of mine probably don't know is that the home that Lori was staying in is a crime scene...for several reasons. First, it is rumored that Lori stole stuff from my friends at that home and it was reported to the police. Second, though, and not known to my girlfriends is that after Lori left that home there was evidence of drug manufacturing in that rental home. I think that the girls in this picture should know that Lori was using that home as a cover for the manufacturing of GHB that was later brought back to California. If they thought that they did anything like bring precursors over, they would be mortified and would likely tell-all about Lori's arrangements for her to "tag-along" to Sedona while they dropped Tracy off to the Phoenix airport for a flight back to Maine. That's my theory.
From what I understand Lori brought a whole lot of stuff with her on that trip. She told people that she was "working for Jeffrey Katzenberg on that trip", but I've also heard that she was there to marry my friend Jonathan too. Um, no she wasn't. Jonathan was there on vacation with me and she shouldn't have made contact with him per her own restraining order application...Lori shouldn't have been in contact with any of the people in that picture identified as my friends because she wasn't allowed to talk about me to them. I can assure you, I did not break one single rule in that restraining order once it was submitted.
My friends were already working for me as police informants and Lori was telling them to do all kinds of things to me on that trip which is a clear violation of that application. I told you, nobody ever knows the real story.
I contend that my friends probably heard all about me and things "since high school" so they are valuable witnesses, among many many others. I trust them, I never trust the desperate that Lori can exploit. Even her friend Julie, seen in the picture would never be involved in drugs or drug trafficking. So don't ever say that I'm threatening them, I'm their friend. I think that part of being a friend is telling the whole truth, but I am very careful not to talk to them about it so that Lori doesn't go homicidal on them. Is someone willing to do this part of the interviewing? You can tell them why I don't contact them myself...I'm sure, by now, they've had enough of Lori's phone calls.
The whole restraining order was full of lies so I knew I was on the right track with Lori LaFond the whole time. When you read out and out lies about what really happened it is so obvious that I was on the right track that it can't be denied. Lori fits every single profile of the "Palm Springs Urban Legend" that uses this tech that it's almost ridiculous to consider anyone else. She's a textbook when it comes to sociopathy. Her rules, her way and nobody else's life matters. She calls it survival, but she would have done better with survival if she hadn't picked on me. I'm a Justice Department trained professional all the way. I don't get emotional about a case, I build one. Rock-solid is the only way I will testify. My credibility won't be shaken by rumors or sexual innuendo. The truth is that I've been trained in the anti-terrorism areas by the USDOJ. What I do here is simply a manifestation of that training with some ingenuity. I love my friends very much...I will do everything legal to save them from Lori's lunchbox.
