I have often wondered what it would be like for Lori Jean LaFond and certain members of the Palm Springs Police Department if, all of a sudden, the shoe was on the other foot and their victims finally had a way of explaining what happened to their lives courtesy of Lori Jean LaFond and her cop friends? Honestly, I tried to avoid all of this when I gave my rape report and told Officer Kelley Fieux that I'd been raped just down the street from his department's headquarters. At the time my head was smashed into pieces, I could barely focus my eyes, my right ear was completely deaf from the attack and I really wanted help from law enforcement.Almost immediately I knew that help was not on its way. The "interview" was more like a shake down trying to make me, the victim of a brutal rape, the bad guy. I don't go around reporting rapes every day of my life. I'm mostly a private kind of person that Lori has turned into some kind of public spectacle. It makes sense if you know our history together. She's obsessed with me and my family since I was about the age of 9. Her constant search for an alternate family to "take care of her" once focused solely on my family. In that time, she tried to start an affair between my father and some woman and when that didn't work, she made up a "sexually inappropriate" relationship between my dad and an implanted military kid that her father was once "in charge of". Literally, if my father wouldn't have an affair, she made him a gay child molester. I guess she didn't really understand that my mom and dad were happily married and our lives had nothing to do with affairs, illicit sex and false allegations.
This would become a main theme of Lori's life. She could use this brain link system to fortify lies that she made up in her head. She could learn where a person lived and who they were around; just enough for her sexually explicit sickness to take over the fantasy and turn people into monsters. The whole time, it was really Lori sitting at home masturbating herself into a serial killer. You see, in addition to her overtly sexual nature, there is an equally dangerous violent person living inside her too. After spending years and years of avoiding Lori, she finally caught up with me by luring me to Palm Springs. It was after a year of college and I was lured into a situation where I was drugged and then given a shot of Lori's blood with HIV inside of it and was implanted so Lori could watch the pain and suffering. I had no memory of the implantation and wasn't sexually active. I'd never used syringes so the infection came out of the blue!!!
Lori had turned me into someone that could spy on my own family without knowing that it was happening, but she did something else that caused me to be cautious. She alerted the military dependents that were also on this system to come and follow me around. Everywhere I went in San Bernardino, Riverside, Colton, Redlands and all over the Inland Empire, I was being "gang stalked" and this was in the late 1980's. It was obvious that it was happening, what wasn't obvious was who or why?
Something else happened when she did this too. I'm assuming someone like Bryan Anderson can understand. There are two groups of people out there. There are the people that know about brain link and the general public. Lori began a campaign of hate against me using her HIV infection as a weapon against me in both worlds. She only knew I was infected in 1987 because she infected me. She then ran around to everyone and told them, "Kevin has HIV and he's a F****t. He doesn't tell anyone he has it and goes around infecting people on purpose!" First thing, how would Lori know anything about me having HIV or whether or not I was having sex at all? Probably the last person on this planet I would have told would have been Lori; my high school bully that humiliated me every single time she ran into me at school. Now all of a sudden I confide something like this in HER??? No...she infected me then wanted to see what the reaction was when she told people about WHAT SHE DOES TO INNOCENT MEN AND WOMEN. It was her way of looking at society by making me a bad guy. The same bad guy that she actually is.
It was 1987 and telling people you had HIV wasn't en vogue. People were discriminated against. Ryan White was in the news because of people discriminating against him. Magic Johnson hadn't found out yet and HIV wasn't something you wanted at all. It was a death sentence for sure. Also, I wasn't going to put anyone through what I'd already been through...so her lies were simply to make me look bad. Lori, on the other hand, had been infected years earlier when she picked a dirty needle out of a trash can from an AIDS hospice room. She literally asked for HIV but thought it would be better if she blamed me for giving her the disease. NO FUCKING WAY IS THAT POSSIBLE! We don't even talk for a minute in the years I went to high school with her, but I will tell you she spent a great deal of her time hunting me then. I've heard she even went to a party with a gun to find me. Whether that is true or not, I don't know, but I do know she's never stopped since.
I literally became the poster child for what an operator could do to a perfectly innocent man, if they did what Lori did. Lori used to hold me out there like a trophy. She was so proud of her accomplishment. Finally she had ruined something for my family; a family she alone fantasized about being a part of. I don't know the name for "family obsession" or "sister obsession" but Lori has both of those. She wants her "own family to control" and her "own sisters to control", men are just animals to be used and killed when they get in the way.
I guess I should be transparent right here and now. I do realize that her brother Brian is a part of this crime and he is very much a pain in the ass, but, I have even less of a relationship with him than I do with Lori, if that is even possible? My entire life before I came back to Palm Springs, where Lori was concerned, was that she was my high school bully (lots of us gay folks have them) and that she was an ONLY CHILD. I only knew that because it is what Lori, herself, told people. Lori likes to say that it was her brother that stalked me, that's not true. It was Lori that was obsessed with me and her brother that could drive and find stuff out for her. Lori doesn't drive or do very much. Her mental instability doesn't allow her to be around people or drive. She needs constant care to keep her from becoming violent or dangerous to herself or other people.
To be straight and honest, it's like your high school bully caught some kind of obsession with you and never ever let it go. She even made up rules of engagement for me and my family. You can't ever be nice to me or she will get mad. You can't ever bring up her name or she will freak out. You can't have friends. You can't have a significant other. You can't do anything that makes you happier than she is....and I don't even know her. She is a narcissist with a malignant violent side. Keeping her secrets is the MOST IMPORTANT THING...so that she can keep ruining my life. It's what she lives for. On the other hand, you have this unknown spy in your life telling anyone that will listen about YOUR private life. She won't tell the truth either, she'll bolster her lies with partial truths, and tattle on you for anything she can make up. It's really not hard for me to tell anyone why I would do this project to her system and her...she won't let me have a life unless I stop her from using brain link and put her in jail. This was her set up, not mine. I could have been happy many times in this life, but Lori would bust in and do something like shoot my brother-in-law or take a shot at me (for real). She won't let life happen for me.
She set this up for all of you to think I am mean to her, but the truth is that she has so many past episodes where she came for me over the phone with my friends or family that nobody would ever believe her. For my part, I never said a word about it to anyone. I considered her a bad part of my gay past, you know, like all the bullies before her that harassed other gay kids. I wasn't locked into the things she did to my father, my brother-in-law, my sister or even my friends, until she came to my boyfriend's home, broke in, raped me, put her frozen blood in my body, photographed the scene, put it on a postcard and mailed it to all kinds of people. That was far too much for me to take...using me as artwork for a photography exhibit when what the photo does depict is my rape. It's really more than anyone should endure. The ensuing police cover up was even worse, then she followed me on vacation to "finish the job". It's a really sad story that Lori has only herself to blame for its ending.
I can't stop or I will never be happy.
