What kind of burglar breaks in and steals your high school yearbooks and pictures of your family? This is a common theme with Lori Lafond who has an affinity for going after people she knows, then their families. She usually likes to make it look like she is some kind of friend to the victims' families, then starts her quest to ruin the relationships between the victim she raped, implanted and infected and his (or her) family. I've never heard of a drug dealer that calls her clients mommies, daddies, sisters, and relatives to get them in trouble, but these seem to be the people that help us out. Obviously that would make them unattractive to Lori's need to hurt them. This blog is to inform those parents that your son or daughter is involved in something called remote neural monitoring in our area.
A long time ago, when I was living in San Diego, someone was breaking into my ground floor apartment while I was away at work. This person had to know when I would be at work and when I would be home. One time I came home to my next door neighbor complaining about sex noises coming from my apartment...only problem was that I wasn't there and I lived alone. Maybe he got it wrong, but he was pretty sure it was my apartment. I looked around and noticed that there were other things missing. One was my 1984 high school yearbook, red cover, and all the others were left undisturbed. I thought I must have misplaced it but it was there when I moved in. Who would steal a 1984 high school yearbook from 29 Palms all the way in San Diego? I thought it was odd. That was my sophomore year and Lori's junior year.
Also missing were pages from a scrapbook my sister had made for me when I graduated from high school. It was a handmade cover with ducks on it. Inside were all my pictures from dances, high school newspaper clippings, basketball articles, and just pictures of friends. I noticed that, over time, more and more pages would be missing until the whole book was stolen from my parent's home when we were at dinner, the keys to my car were stolen too.
This all falls in line with what I hear from Lori Lafond on the microphone and from other people that have talked to her when she brought me up. What Lori tells them are bits and pieces of what they signed in my yearbooks. Little things, you know, that funny stuff in high school that only your friends know about. For example, my friends went through a period of saying, "Yipee Skipee" and calling some of our friends the "Fun Bunch". These are things that Lori wouldn't know about, but she was acting like they were some kind of thing she was involved with.
I also know that when Lori broke into my friend Martin's apartment, she called Jonathan over to have Christopher meet with her. The infamous "Oscar Meyer Introduction". She, at that point, told Christopher a whole bunch of lies about my family and me. She had stolen items of mine to sell the story. How convenient that she would have stolen my class ring, then use it to say she used to be my girlfriend in high school. That ring wasn't stolen until 2007 and even then I didn't know it was missing until Lori showed him or some other things like my basketball uniform or pictures that she'd stolen from my sister's home.
All of this points straight to Lori's obsession with me and my family. She loves that she's caused us so many problems over the years and got access to one of our homes, or more if you count my apartments in San Diego. I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again, she has a thing for high school and memories that weren't made there. She hates everyone from then and made it clear that homosexuals were on the top of her list. She was also selling drugs too. They became a means of trade for violence that once ended with a friend of hers laying on a driveway with a broken femur and hip after Lori pushed him behind a moving vehicle. It was a huge story. I've never even seen one of my best friends again since that time. She apparently left after getting death threats from Lori saying her brother would kill her. I've heard that from Steven Frey too.
I've seen inside my own sister's home after a break in when a family photo of myself and her family was covered with blood red nail polish that made it look like a threat. It was eerie and at the same time reminded me of things that were happening in Palm Springs, California. Jeffrey are you ready to tell anyone about your experience and what was written in your home? There are others.
You see Lori has a thing for "families". She has her own family, the real one with lots of brothers and sisters, and her mom, God bless her. She has her drug dealing organization that she calls "family". Then she has her girls, that she thinks are family but calls a "Sisterhood." So for Lori there are all kinds of families, but when she doesn't want to get caught she uses her real family for alibis. They don't even know it most of the time.
Once Lori is done with those families, she turns to the families of her victims. This way she knows how to cut off support, tarnish a family's opinion of her victim, and try to steal money from them. She could pick anyone, but for her, "It's more fun to steal from someone you know." That would also make me a target even though the two of us weren't friends. She was my bully and my brother in law was a drug customer. My boyfriend was her supplier for the time that he and I were together, but we are still friends. His life is just as messed up because of Lori's knowledge of his sister and her finances. He's in a half million dollars plus debt for loans on a house with his name on it but doesn't own. Oh, before I forget, I want to find a lawyer to represent him and his family in this case. He needs to be able to report that crime of fraud without fear of having that home forfeited. He is a friend of mine and I will vouch for him and his honesty only if someone can find him immunity from prosecution. He is a key witness and knows far more about Lori and drugs than I do.
So photographs...what is this trophy to her. Well if you look at the pictures above you can see what an innocent photo of your family looks like to Lori. I've seen her make up stories about my father, her neighbors, homosexual relationships, and a whole lot of things. My father's case lasted three years before his acquittal and the prosecution's witness wasn't the person who filed the complaint. Lori went to his parents and made it up. She manufactured evidence like cards and hotel receipts, but the fact was that there were always witnesses there when Lori said stuff was happening. She then went on to do this to two more of my friends, Donald Collins and Billy Duke and their fathers...also acquitted. Then in Palm Springs with Steve Fabian after Lori tried again with my father and another friend of mine named Danny. She has this fantasy but it keeps falling short.
Photographs have different meanings. Family reunion pics show a victim's entire family. Then Lori has to find out who they are. Baby pictures are "child pornography" to her and she loves them the most. Pictures of sisters are her favorite because she feels like she can talk a sister into believing anything. She also thinks that since her victims are mostly gay, that these sisters feel the same way about their gay brother as Lori does...she hates him and he can be controlled. This is why her brother Brian has been so hideous for years, she has abused him mentally, physically, sexually and emotionally, day after day. If she gets caught, she says, he would be the one in real trouble. Nobody would believe that he was abused by her...but that is the case. Even he got HIV from her...not the other way around.
Remember I seek a peaceful and nonviolent solution to this crime. I think that Lori suffers from many things but primarily she has a problem with letting go, fantasies, drugs, and an ongoing relationship with a system that allows those things above to go haywire. She really needs help. Medical help or mental health or both, but she could shed a lot of light on this problem if she was not afraid of all the people that she's hurt finding out. I don't promote the same violence towards her as her friends promote towards me. We gain nothing from that. We need Lori to first see a doctor and be made unable to infect people. We need to keep her away from computers and websites that allow her to "think about people". She needs to understand that not everyone wants her dead. I don't. I want her to understand that all this chaos can end, but there is a price to pay for all the fun that they've had.
The cost has begun to get too high and the reputation of the Palm Springs Police Department is too negative towards gay people. That is their reputation. I became an informant for the police so that in some way I can say they did something to stop this problem from going on. If only having Christopher and myself as informants involves them, then they are lucky. We are honest, truthful, willing, and eager victims of this crime. We didn't want to bring down a police department, we wanted to help them. When the decision was made to cover up my rape case, it became something that they caused. I believe whole heartedly in law enforcement, but I don't believe in rogue cops that act under the color of the law. I did this job for the Justice Department in San Diego because these stalkers stalked their employees and contacted my boss to do it. You see, I am 100% American...and I believe that our system of justice is still what makes our Democratic country work. The assumptions the law makes on accused criminals is innocence, that's better than most places in the world. The burden is always on the prosecution, the County, State or U.S.A., so I know that I've done the job that needed to be done.
I worked for a Magistrate Judge when I left the court, she was one of my idols. When she was being photographed and followed, it became a source of concern. When I was shot at, it became a source of panic. Whoever had followed me my whole life was now shooting at me and my judge, in that job, just like all of my friends, came first. Her safety was something that her husband entrusted me with. The court entrusted me too. If I was going to be stalked and shot at, her safety was my number one concern. I couldn't do that job any longer so I began to study my stalkers and knew it began in Palm Springs. It was with my own strong belief as a U.S. Justice Department employee, post 9/11 and Oklahoma City, to keep her safe and my co-workers as well. I found out about terrorism and I said something when I got more proof.
Yes, this is a strange case that most people don't think could be possible. I can tell you if someone else told me my story, I wouldn't believe them until I saw the proof that I have. Now I know it's possible, all of it, hearing voices in your head, gang stalking, and police misconduct. It's all true and I would never have believed it except it happened to me. It could happen to you too. This has to stop.
So I want you all to know, I was a disbeliever. I won't lie. I would never have believed this was possible, but the facts of my case line up perfectly. It happened to me. I obviously didn't want to be the guy that got raped by a female, I am gay after all. I didn't want to be the guy that "heard voices" in my head that asked and answered questions. I didn't want to be a thorn in the PSPD's side. Remember, I lost my very good career too, so I know the sacrifice. It's just lately I've been feeling like if I don't, nobody will. I'm not that American, I'm that other one that loves this country through all her faults and problems. I am a history major, I see the trend we are slipping into, and I know we can make things better or they could get worse without action. It doesn't have to be us vs. them, whoever them is. It can be all of us work out all of our differences while respecting each other's individual human rights.
I am voting for Joe Biden and I say that because as a history major, I want you to know that countries fall into the hands of dictators because people don't speak up when they take power. We have to do this now. It is the time for a change. Bit by bit we can be better with each other but only if every single minority respects the values of another. They don't have to agree with them, but they respect them enough to shut up and move on.
Until we see this immediately, we can't know how much danger we have put ourselves in. It doesn't work out for any of us in the long run.
