I spent so many years not doing anything for myself on this blog. Most of it was set up so that Christopher and his friends could use the information contained in it to help convince their parents what was really happening in Palm Springs, California.
The phone call I got from Mrs. Monti right after we did the sting operation on Steven Frey was what I'd expect my mother to do or my sister to say when they were worried about me. It sounded like the kind of call when you know your own mother is serious. His sister got on the line and said the same kinds of things that my sister would have. I was on my best behavior because it reminded me of my mom. I was completely honest and told them both that some girl had been following us around and causing problems for both of us. I said I was working on finding out for sure who she was and that I would call her if I found out.
There was nobody going to tell me about this system like they did Christopher and it was never relayed to me that he knew anything at all. He also met Lori after we began the informant work but before we went to Sedona. Christopher basically was introduced to the crime and the criminals but he never said a single word about any of them. His encounter with Lori was in a home that Martin lived in and Lori broke into. He didn't say anything about that either. Apparently, Christopher just lied to me all the time but told Jonathan the truth. I am not impressed at all. Wasn't then and am not now. There are so many liars in this system and there is no way to believe any of them. I don't trust any of them and I don't think any of them have any other reason to be on here then to commit crimes, spy on people, and help Lori LaFond to kill.
Lots of people have posed as being concerned about this crime and working on it with me, but all they did was line their pockets with Katzenmoney and bullshit lies to each other about what their mission was. In they end, they robbed me, lied to my sister, and created nothing but bad feelings between me and people that used to be my friends. I haven't heard from any of them since. I know that all the people that worked for Benjamin have never put forth anything but a spy home where Benjamin's friends spy on me and my sister when they can. They've used conversations between my mother and me to effect the stealing of my mom's bank account with my money in it. Jeffrey and Marilyn knew it was there, they knew why it was there and they planned to steal it for Missy Erickson to stay out of trouble.
I wanted to hire an attorney. I wanted one for Christopher and myself, but that is no longer necessary as I am a solo act now without a single person working with me. I could never let someone like Benjamin Katzenberg help me after what he did to me in Sedona and ever since. He's had ample opportunities to return what was stolen from me by his own father and mother, but he can't show up ever. His own boyfriend doesn't cur favor with his father so we both got left out in the cold. We look useless and worthless to both Benjamin and Christopher. There is no reason to do anything to help them if you want to help the victims of this crime, for real. Christopher and Benjamin traded their stories for something else. The trade involved turning their backs on our community and for silence on this matter. Neither gives two fucks about the rapes and implantations of hundreds of gay men, maybe thousands. It's pretty obvious that Jeffrey would never let Benjamin tell the truth unless it helped that blonde cunt Missy Erickson.
So while all of these people pretended to help with this investigation, none of them did. They simply sat around and lined their pockets with monies that Marilyn and Jeffrey paid them while I got bar-b-cued every single day and night with microwaves and hate. My sister got played, my family got robbed, my home was started on fire and Jeffrey laughed at all the problems that his new friend Missy, his asshole neighbor David and all the crybaby antics that Bessie Smith could think up. Nobody gave a fuck that my family had been tortured for years and years before Jeffrey got here and they haven't given a fuck since.
I've asked a million times for my friend Kenny and his wife to help the San Diego part of this investigation with the same police report that was taken...Jeffrey, we have been told, threw them out....as if he could order God to pray or a pig to eat. I often refer to Jeffrey as "Jewsus" the Jewish Jesus. Son of Bitching instead of Son of God.
I think that what we have here is a whole lot of people that have used me to traffic to make money for themselves. Like Benjamin's team, they did absolutely nothing but stalk me but they made money the whole time. God only knows how much you could make by stalking me for Jeffrey while you do other things for Marilyn. I know I lost $38,000 out of the deal and bonuses were given for it. To this day he's let every single thing that David, Missy, Bessie, Lori and every one of the people responsible for the problem in Palm Springs gets away with murder. I, on the other hand, was used so that Jeffrey could try to snuff me out to help his girlfriend Missy's problem. I wanted him to tell my sister that he knows that Missy Erickson bailed Lori out in Arizona and that Lori and Brian were using his children's names to be considered for release. They probably used his own security guard's number and advice. Two of the worst domestic terrorists in the world, Jeffrey walked them out the door never to be seen again until they made it back to California. He's just not there...nowhere to be found for the victims of our crime. He's the friend of the criminal and a friend of the illegal activity of the police.
It's no wonder he's changed his mind from when he used to try to stop Lori LaFond until now...he's an unhappy man with an unhappy family that never has to do anything but fix his big mistakes. I'm not interested any longer. They are suspects as the law defines them.
The picture above shows me the view of helping everyone that was supposed to do the same for me. You turned your back on me and left me to die. No exaggeration...bullet holes and brain damage prove that someone is trying to kill me. Mostly my own friends. You can't see those knife scars, they are on my back and deep.
