Ever since I was about 10 or 11 years old and my father was accused of a crime, I've been fascinated by the law and investigation. It may seem odd that the girl that caused that whole situation with lies and false evidence, would be the criminal that we seek today, but that's how it works. As a preteen, I was forced to look at my father's situation from the standpoint of a victim of a crime and the accused.
Though I am a great student, I was forced into a physical health situation that kind of derailed my intention to become a lawyer. From the age of 19 I was intentionally infected with the HIV virus and had no idea how that happened. I wasn't sexually active and I didn't use drugs, so an HIV positive diagnosis was based on antibodies to the virus that were found in my system. Once again, Lori LaFond was involved. In fact, she would commit many other crimes against me over the years and I knew that someday it would come to the point where I would be able to investigate this properly. But I needed training. So after I graduated from college, I went to U.C. San Diego for paralegal school and began working for attorneys.
You could say I learned my profession from the ground below the ground, up. I really took my time learning about the law, paperwork, process, interpersonal relationships with legal professionals, then I was fortunate enough to begin working for the U.S. Department of Justice as a file clerk. This was a dream job for someone like me that loves to research. It didn't take long. Within a few months I was moved to the Intake section of the U.S. District Court and became the Employee of the Month, in a very big and experienced office. I simply memorized the book on legal filings at the federal court. I made myself an expert. I had the help of a really great supervisor who taught me everything I needed to know...then I was asked about what I wanted to do for the courts. My response was natural, "I want to work in the courtroom." It wasn't long, maybe a few weeks and I was interviewing for the position as Courtroom Deputy for Hon. William B. Enright, a senior federal judge with the second most experience on the federal bench in San Diego. I studied my ass off, and I got the job.
Once I was in the courtroom, I got the opportunity to train with some really good people. One of those people was John Morrill, who was previously Hon. Rhodes' courtroom deputy and is now the Clerk of the Court for the Southern District of California. Not a surprise because his emphasis was more on administration as opposed to the courtroom. John and I became really good friends and he lived with his wife about a street away from me in the Burlingame area of San Diego. We carpooled, we played golf, attended parties and I house sat for John, his wife, and their cat "Precious".
While in the courtroom with Judge Enright, I was able to work with one of the finest, if not THE finest federal judges in the United States. He was a Nixon appointee, Democrat, a defense attorney, and one of the absolute nicest men I've ever met in my life. A consummate professional in life and the courtroom. He has the distinction of having never been overturned in the 9th Circuit on any of his cases because he ran a clean and efficient courtroom with the best staff. It was his clerk, Karen, that talked me into becoming a mentor for young children by attending the Polinski Institute with my then-boyfriend Ashley. All in all, the experience taught me about trials, criminal and civil case management, conduct, professionalism, and preparation. In short, this was the best of the best for what I wanted to do with my career.
When Judge Enright retired, there was a new position in the Magistrate court. This was a challenge for me because it was kind of like a step backward in terms of how a court runs. Judge Enright was a trial judge and a sentencing judge, the new magistrate courtroom was preliminary proceedings. So newly arrested federal suspects made their first appearances before me for a week, then the arraignments would go to other magistrate judges on a rotating schedule. The week of arraignments was called Nukes or new complaints; it was also called duty week. This meant the new magistrate would be available at all hours of the day and night for warrants and other new arrest situations for the week.
It was a lot more work to learn and a much faster-paced courtroom. The daily calendar would range from 35 matters a day to 85 matters depending on who was arrested. This was a challenge from the senior district judge's calendars and much busier. I worked with all kinds of magistrate clerks in our office and I saw how busy they were, but they were also some of the very best in the business. I ended up working in magistrate relief which meant I got to cover court for any and all magistrates and district judges. So during the period between having my own judge and applying for a new position meant I would be working in pretty much every courtroom in the Southern District.
This, too, was an invaluable experience. I learned all kinds of ways to impanel juries, there are lots of methods. I worked with the first Latina on the federal bench, Hon. Irma E. Gonzalez, the Chief Judge at the time, Hon. Marilyn L. Huff, and pretty much every judge on the federal bench from arraignments to trials. It was a great experience though very hectic at times. Some of the greatest attorneys in California were judges in the Southern District. There wasn't a single one I didn't like, respect, and enjoy working for. I even got several of my friends' jobs at the federal court. They also ended up working as courtroom deputies and I kind of felt like I was giving back to the people I came from. A girl from my attorney service, a secretary from one of the firms I delivered to, and another attorney service are all still employed as courtroom deputies and they are very good people. Yeah, I was that kind of guy and I liked it.
When the time came to hire a new magistrate, the bench picked Hon. Nita L. Stormes, who I'd never met. I talked around to find out about her and everyone loved her. She was the head of the Civil Division of the U.S. Attorney's Office and a surfer. Her husband is a well-respected attorney, former Asst. U.S. Attorney in private practice for Gray, Carey, et. al. She was heavily into keeping fit and worked out, just like I did. Best of all she is a Duke graduate and a huge basketball fan, though she grew up in Michigan. Um, if you know me, this was like the most perfect situation that could have come up. I jumped at it. I got my position and she was appointed. We were lucky enough to work in one of the huge district courtrooms as opposed to the smaller magistrate courts, and my challenge was to teach her how to run a criminal court from my side.
It couldn't have been a better fit. She was smart, quick, on time, efficient, and she knew how to ask questions. In no time, I was happy with the fact that we were one of the fastest and most efficient courts in the magistrate section. I give all credit to her, she is one of the nicest people I've ever known. I loved her family and her profession.
To be honest, I never knew that Lori LaFond was spying on me the whole time that I was working there. Lori and Brian had not been using their microphones and weren't communicating with me. Oh, yeah, I was also aware of people filing complaints about "hearing voices" all the time, and I did my job filing them but never believed for a second that it was a real thing. I used to even joke about it with my supervisor. I'd never heard of something like this and I wasn't about to believe it.
Now, if you know my story, you know that for years before this, I was writing in my diaries about being followed. I never really wanted to talk about it because it would have been hard to prove and I wasn't doing anything illegal. I had noticed "gang stalking" since I was in college, but I didn't know what to call it and had no idea that it was related to HIV or Lori LaFond. I guess looking back I had hints, and knew something was wrong, but I wasn't the kind of person to go off on some kind of weird conspiracy theory. I worked for the Justice Dept. and I knew that this isn't something they would do. I kept the stalking to myself, but I would see these people coming all the way into my courtroom. It gave me a very uneasy feeling.
To be sure, I gave myself a "morality code" which meant I didn't do anything that would reflect badly on the court or the people I worked with. So no bathhouses, no odd behavior, I was open about being gay, but I never really got into the whole drug thing because I was a health nut.
The stalking got worse. Then I made the mistake of using drugs to cope with it. Not for a long time, but long enough for Lori to go crazy. In fact, you can see from my diaries that even though the drugs calmed me down, I wanted nothing to do with them. Like I said, I was a health nut. It took the breakup with my live-in boyfriend John to make the situation explode.
The day we broke up, I went to a friend's home to console myself, and then I came home because I was in the middle of my Nukes week with the judge. It was around 1am and that was the night that Lori sent her brother to lie in wait to shoot me right by my apartment. About a year earlier, my judge was aware that my brother in law was shot and killed too. This was a dark period. Now I know that Lori had something to do with both his killing and my shooting in San Diego. For someone like me, an investigator, this was a bad situation. The stalking had turned violent and I knew it wasn't safe for my judge.
The court immediately sent me to see an EAP counselor, which is someone that they approve of. I told him the truth. I was using drugs and I wanted off of them. I told him about the shooting too. Lori listened in to that counseling session, a private doctor/patient relationship, and she took it upon herself to call my boss and tell him I was using drugs. Before I could say anything to them about it, Lori already got herself involved. I know that because under the law I could get treatment and come back to the same position at the same pay, but my boss made the big mistake of saying, "I have people watching you everywhere..." which explained all the stalkers. Now I know that this Clerk of Court was being contacted by the stalkers that just shot at me. Eventually, I was offered a job, not the same one, and I resigned because of safety reasons for my judge and the other employees at the court. I needed to find out who had been following me for decades. That started in Palm Springs...so there I went.
Although I was sure the problem started in Palm Springs, I knew it had to do with HIV and drugs. I'd heard lots of rumors about "the female drug dealer that turns people into the cops", she is an urban legend in the LGBTQ communities in California. I can tell you that the owners of the men's resorts and the Gentlemen's Club in Cat City also knew all about Little Miss Big Mouth. So I went to rehab, and then immersed myself in the drug culture in Palm Springs. The only way I was going to find this girl was to join the community. I made a point out of telling people, though it wasn't necessary, that I didn't want to ever run into "Jessica". Lori, who then changed her remote neural identity to "Lisa", was known as "Jessica" all that time before hand.
I want to be sure that everyone knows that I am a huge fan of the Southern District of California, the judges, their staff and the Clerk's office employees. The male clerk that Lori was in illegal contact with over me, has subsequently been let go and is now the Clerk of Court for Riverside County, the county in which Palm Springs is a part of. How lucky am I? I want to be clear on this when I wanted to speak to my friend John Morrill, this was what it was about. Clerks of Court should not and are not, allowed to use outside information gathering just like the police. For the former clerk to have used terrorists to stalk me, by his own admission, is highly illegal especially when the crime originates with a rape. I don't like living in a county where the Clerk of Court would even have a conversation with Lori who contacts the Larson Justice Center like a police officer or district attorney every single time she has a problem. You can see why. I was shot at because of this woman, and now the man that helped her stalk me is the Clerk for our County of Riverside and resides in Palm Springs. Not good for us.
You can imagine that I would never have met Jessica for one big reason...I know her to be Lori LaFond, the same girl that bullied me in high school. Everybody that uses drugs in Palm Springs' gay community knows Jessica, so why didn't I run into her? Simple, I know she isn't Jessica, just like Bryan Anderson knows it.
Outsourcing illegally gained information and supplying it to the current Clerk of Court or the past Clerk of Court isn't legal. So, once again, Lori is trying to set up relationships, albeit fake ones, with people that can do her some good. Commissioner's Best and Grimm are two commissioners that Lori has used for years to secure illegal sentences for and always against the gay men that were raped and infected by Lori LaFond. That's why when Lori filed a restraining order against me for a place she didn't work, then followed me to Arizona on vacation, she was just continuing the shooting that she began in San Diego and the brutal rape in 2007 right down the street from the police.
In long format, I want to let all of you know that my qualifications for a criminal investigation are good. I know the channels to go through and I KNOW WHEN the Police Chief is full of shit. Someone should check his head for the RFID chip just in case Lori may have gotten to him a long time ago. He once asked me if "they were listening" when I went down to review the lab report, and I said, "Probably." Then I remember, I never mentioned "them", only Lori has done that.
I know that I am meant to do this job because it chose me. I would never have wanted to tell people the things I have and didn't for a very long time. Now that Lori has made several more attempts on my life, it is my job to show everyone that I can put her in jail for it.
Once again, she's been calling my work and trying to get me in trouble, but I'm not that kind of employee. I never call in. I don't complain. I work any shift they ask. I don't break the rules, but I know what they are, so Lori thinks it's her job to contact my boss or corporate or who ever. She's trying her best, but I'm better.
To the owner of her house that she is living with six people in. Don't you think it is time to inspect her power box with fuses and all the inside electrical plugs? I would be looking for computers and filming if I were you...photographing everything! Cutting the power is good for checking the fuses and is a part of home inspection. Also, if those computers are without power, they will never be logged on again, my team took care of that with a password protect disc that Lori doesn't have. So no more power for 30 seconds is all the USMC will need to keep her from stealing anything else.
The court immediately sent me to see an EAP counselor, which is someone that they approve of. I told him the truth. I was using drugs and I wanted off of them. I told him about the shooting too. Lori listened in to that counseling session, a private doctor/patient relationship, and she took it upon herself to call my boss and tell him I was using drugs. Before I could say anything to them about it, Lori already got herself involved. I know that because under the law I could get treatment and come back to the same position at the same pay, but my boss made the big mistake of saying, "I have people watching you everywhere..." which explained all the stalkers. Now I know that this Clerk of Court was being contacted by the stalkers that just shot at me. Eventually, I was offered a job, not the same one, and I resigned because of safety reasons for my judge and the other employees at the court. I needed to find out who had been following me for decades. That started in Palm Springs...so there I went.
Although I was sure the problem started in Palm Springs, I knew it had to do with HIV and drugs. I'd heard lots of rumors about "the female drug dealer that turns people into the cops", she is an urban legend in the LGBTQ communities in California. I can tell you that the owners of the men's resorts and the Gentlemen's Club in Cat City also knew all about Little Miss Big Mouth. So I went to rehab, and then immersed myself in the drug culture in Palm Springs. The only way I was going to find this girl was to join the community. I made a point out of telling people, though it wasn't necessary, that I didn't want to ever run into "Jessica". Lori, who then changed her remote neural identity to "Lisa", was known as "Jessica" all that time before hand.
I want to be sure that everyone knows that I am a huge fan of the Southern District of California, the judges, their staff and the Clerk's office employees. The male clerk that Lori was in illegal contact with over me, has subsequently been let go and is now the Clerk of Court for Riverside County, the county in which Palm Springs is a part of. How lucky am I? I want to be clear on this when I wanted to speak to my friend John Morrill, this was what it was about. Clerks of Court should not and are not, allowed to use outside information gathering just like the police. For the former clerk to have used terrorists to stalk me, by his own admission, is highly illegal especially when the crime originates with a rape. I don't like living in a county where the Clerk of Court would even have a conversation with Lori who contacts the Larson Justice Center like a police officer or district attorney every single time she has a problem. You can see why. I was shot at because of this woman, and now the man that helped her stalk me is the Clerk for our County of Riverside and resides in Palm Springs. Not good for us.
You can imagine that I would never have met Jessica for one big reason...I know her to be Lori LaFond, the same girl that bullied me in high school. Everybody that uses drugs in Palm Springs' gay community knows Jessica, so why didn't I run into her? Simple, I know she isn't Jessica, just like Bryan Anderson knows it.
Outsourcing illegally gained information and supplying it to the current Clerk of Court or the past Clerk of Court isn't legal. So, once again, Lori is trying to set up relationships, albeit fake ones, with people that can do her some good. Commissioner's Best and Grimm are two commissioners that Lori has used for years to secure illegal sentences for and always against the gay men that were raped and infected by Lori LaFond. That's why when Lori filed a restraining order against me for a place she didn't work, then followed me to Arizona on vacation, she was just continuing the shooting that she began in San Diego and the brutal rape in 2007 right down the street from the police.
In long format, I want to let all of you know that my qualifications for a criminal investigation are good. I know the channels to go through and I KNOW WHEN the Police Chief is full of shit. Someone should check his head for the RFID chip just in case Lori may have gotten to him a long time ago. He once asked me if "they were listening" when I went down to review the lab report, and I said, "Probably." Then I remember, I never mentioned "them", only Lori has done that.
I know that I am meant to do this job because it chose me. I would never have wanted to tell people the things I have and didn't for a very long time. Now that Lori has made several more attempts on my life, it is my job to show everyone that I can put her in jail for it.
Once again, she's been calling my work and trying to get me in trouble, but I'm not that kind of employee. I never call in. I don't complain. I work any shift they ask. I don't break the rules, but I know what they are, so Lori thinks it's her job to contact my boss or corporate or who ever. She's trying her best, but I'm better.
To the owner of her house that she is living with six people in. Don't you think it is time to inspect her power box with fuses and all the inside electrical plugs? I would be looking for computers and filming if I were you...photographing everything! Cutting the power is good for checking the fuses and is a part of home inspection. Also, if those computers are without power, they will never be logged on again, my team took care of that with a password protect disc that Lori doesn't have. So no more power for 30 seconds is all the USMC will need to keep her from stealing anything else.
