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Hey everyone! I was enlightened as to a conspiracy that Lori LaFond is trying to pull off with her good gal pal, Melissa Erickson. Since the girls have had so much success with lying to lawyers in the past, they thought they would try their skill on attorneys that I know and like in the San Diego area. Far too many to mention here.
You would think that the pair of fugitives would have some kind of clue by now that I'm not to be fucked with, but Melissa Erickson and Lori LaFond think that they are far superior because of their ability to spy on my thinking.
As most of you know, I spent my late 20's into my late 30's working for the United States District Court, Southern District of California. The Department of Justice is the branch of government that I like the very best. I was lucky enough to clerk for Hon. William B. Enright and Hon. Nita L. Stormes, as their permanent clerk. Actually, I worked as a relief clerk for almost every single judge on the federal bench. I had a stellar reputation as a good courtroom deputy clerk. I was proud to have been in the courtroom with some of the country's finest jurists and lawyers. Over the years and much time in the courtroom, I learned who the best lawyers were/are.
Working in the courtroom was a dream job for me, and I treated it as such. It suited my skills, and I moved up the ranks as fast or faster than any of the other clerks. The sky was the limit in terms of what I could do with my career. Lori LaFond was stalking me the entire time. Using a microchip she placed inside my head at the age of 19, she had been following me around with a whole bunch of ex-military dependents that were more vigilante than military. I'm still not sure who gives them the permission to stalk civilians, but I'm pretty sure that the illegal activity extends all the way back to Lori Jean LaFond, a military brat thrown off the base and out of dependent status for spying on people and lying about others. Most of her claims at the age of 9 years old were sexual in nature and showed a complete psychopath on the rise.
I am not someone who believes in conspiracy theories, and people who hear voices in their heads were at the very top of my "I Would NEVER Believe It" list. In short, I thought that people who talked about "voices in their heads" were lunatics with mental disorders. Nevertheless, I knew that someone was following me since the age of 19, when I was mysteriously infected with HIV. Back then, they called it the AIDS virus. If you got it, you had AIDS. I say "mysteriously" because at 19, I'd never had sex and never ever used needles. It was a shocking blow to the future that I had planned. In fact, and in truth, I thought my future was over. Period. Hard stop. Longest outcome, I'd live to be 27 years old at the most. I knew that I was being followed soon after learning that I was infected, thought it couldn't possibly be true. It had to be a mistake. Those happened back in those days. Nevertheless, I was practicing safe sex by the time I was old enough to have sex. No exceptions. Giving this death sentence to someone else was not something I would ever want to do to someone else.
The people who followed me were in cars. On the freeways. On side streets. Any and everywhere I went. At 19, I thought maybe there was some kind of AIDS police or something. It was nerve-wracking and super dangerous to drive anywhere. My friends were followed too. This was the time of Ryan White and before Magic Johnson. You didn't tell anyone that you had HIV because that would cause you to be ostracized. My mom and dad were with me when I was diagnosed. My sister was told right after that. There were no secrets from them. I was broken; never to be fixed.
Somehow, someway, my high school bully, Lori Jean LaFond was telling everyone that she could find that I was a faggot and had AIDS. I heard this from other people and knew she was a complete homophobe with very violent tendencies. She'd already shot up my best friend's home twice with 13 or so girls inside. She shot through the windows of another good friend twice, almost killing a mother and her daughter. Still, this monster of a human being was loose and spreading rumors faster than her big mouth could afford. Nobody told her I had HIV, at least nobody in my family. Lori took it upon herself to call my fraternity brothers, parents' friends, schoolmates, and anyone who would listen. She told them that I had HIV, but didn't tell anyone that I did. How in the world could she have known that? If I didn't tell anyone, how did she know? She would have been the last human being on this planet that I would have confided in.
Lori was a latent closeted lesbian. I knew this from a conversation in high school that began with several events involving the girls' locker room and other conversations with girls she told. Still, I never told anyone about her private sexual fantasies because everyone already knew. She would stalk some neighbor of hers, with a girlfriend, and try to cause a problem with them so she could get to the girl. One of the girls was my friend Kelley Brandon. One of my best friends. Another was my friend Racquel. Both girls had been maliciously groped on their breasts by Lori. The psychopath in Lori told her it was perfectly fine to do these kinds of things. Lori left fingerprint bruises on their breasts; that is how hard she grabbed them.
Lori was a notorious liar. She made up stories about people, and I couldn't ever figure out why? Sexual things mostly. Affairs with teachers and students. Cheating husbands. For me, it was the "gay thing" and honestly, I had no idea what my sexuality was because it wasn't really an issue. Lori and her friend Julie would appear out of nowhere and she would start screaming as loud as she could that I was, "A flaming faggot and everyone knew it!" This would happen time and time again. I didn't even know her name. After the first time, on my first day of high school, I wrote her off as some crazy weirdo with mental problems. I knew then, oddly enough, that Lori would try to kill me. She was a grade older than me and not in any of my classes, so she was to be avoided at all costs. Which I did. Of course, the irony was that she was the flamingest lesbian I'd ever seen. A drug addict, too.
She was thrown out of school more times than a paper wastebasket. I've heard that she wasn't even allowed on campus, but there she would be...screaming at me some homophobic slurs that both enraged and embarrassed me. I never said a word about it, and what was I going to do? Hit some girl in the mouth for it? Honestly, looking back, I think if a grizzly bear was about to attack you, would you check to see if it was male or female? A bear is a bear...and now she wouldn't get away with that. Still, my friends saw everything. They reported her, and she was thrown out of school. That only pissed her off. She then began having her druggie friends threaten me. She'd learned to use drugs to make people do what she wanted, or she would tattle on them to their parents. Most of these people were once friends of mine. I couldn't understand the anger. I hated high school, and none of my friends even knew it.
Nobody was Lori's friend. Everyone thought she was a complete psychopath. She couldn't control herself, and her sexual nature was explosive. She was caught several times having sex on the sports field with boys, but that was only to try to get rid of her lesbian feelings. Maybe she thought she could fuck the lesbian out of her. It didn't work. Every time she would do this, my father, the P.E. coach, would catch her and have her sent to the office. It was often enough that I thought she was trying to have sex AT my father. Her fantasy of having a teacher that would fuck her was coming to light. It would reappear in false accusations from 29 Palms all the way to Palm Springs High School.
As I said, I knew she wanted to kill me. It is an unexplainable feeling, but others have expressed that too.
I would learn later that her father, Sgt. Maj. Eugene A. LaFond ret. (now deceased) was in charge of most of the girls that Lori lusted after because they lifeguarded on the military base for him. He was a nice guy, but with a daughter like Lori, he wasn't someone most people wanted to work for any longer. My sister was one of those lifeguards. Others were stalked too, like Kelley Brandon and Racquel. What I didn't understand was how Lori kept learning secrets about the military girls? Nobody liked her and nobody would ever tell her a thing. She quickly became the town's big mouth high school drug dealer with drugs she got from her brother, Brian.
If Lori had a rumor to spread, she would say that my sister or I told her. Nothing could be further from the truth. For example, one girl was pregnant and a great athlete, and Lori told everyone she was pregnant. How she knew, nobody knew. She blamed my sister for spreading this rumor. Again, in my senior year, a good friend of mine got pregnant, and once again, Lori told everyone the news. Mind you, she was already out of school and an adult. Still, I couldn't figure out how anyone would know something so personal. To this day, Lori tries to contact this girl friend of mine looking for answers. Phoebe was her name. Lori told everyone that I was spreading this rumor. The two people involved are close friends of mine, I neither talked to anyone about them nor did I mention anything about it.
Come to find out, Lori's father was in charge of personnel on the military base. One of his main duties was running the "brain link" system. This was a system in experimental phases used all over the world on military bases. Military personnel and dependents were encouraged to have a microchip inserted near their temple so that the military could "keep track of them" when they were overseas. Lori was kicked out of school so many times that she spent time with her father spying on people, then taking that information to school, where non-military kids knew nothing of the program. Lori was using the military system to spy on people. She would go to school, cause a problem, then rush home to find out what people would say about her. Unfortunately for Lori, I never once talked about her. Didn't do that until I was nearly 40 years old.
At some point before high school Lori LaFond and her brother Brian, stole the "Brain Link" computers from the military base. They were being removed because Lori had misused them so often that it was more dangerous for implanted people than it was safe. Lori's road to serial killer was paved with a military past. Both Lori and Brian LaFond were suspected of stealing these computers from the base, but they couldn't locate them, nevertheless, they knew Lori and Brian had stolen them because other "brain link" computers recorded their thoughts. Yes, folks, the "conspiracy theory" about mind-reading computers is real, and they can even use them to talk to the people who are implanted by reading their thoughts or listening to them on a speaker phone or phone.
Another secret that Lori hid from everyone in 1982 is that her drug usage led to her contracting the AIDS virus. This is something that I allege her mother and father both knew. Now the picture was starting to clear for me. Lori had somehow knocked me out after luring me to Palm Springs the summer of my freshman year of college and infected me with HIV, and stuck one of these chips inside my head. Now I knew it was Lori, my high school bully, behind this craziness. She would use the system to hail other dependents to follow me everywhere I went and take pictures of me. Apparently, there is some kind of emergency radio signal that can be picked up by these microchips. Lori uses them to find these people and send them after her most hated enemies. How I ended up on her list, I don't know. It was likely because she was "in love" with my sister, or hated her, whichever, and I was a civilian who didn't know anything about this technology.
This is how Lori contacted my fraternity brothers, my girlfriend, my boyfriend later, and countless others with my private information all twisted up so that a crumb of the truth would be mixed with her horrifying fantasies. She would badmouth me all over San Diego, Riverside, Redlands, and Palm Springs.
You see, the military kid dependents could have these chips removed, but an unsuspecting public would not know anything about it. Lori would spend 40 years ambushing the gay community with an invisible crime. Her illegal mind-reading microchips would end up inside the heads of the Palm Springs Police Department, and even the Chief of Police was fitted with one or two. This is how Lori blackmailed them into letting her go free everytime she would rape someone, molest a child, or make a rape porn movie with a knocked out innocent person. She would give each one the HIV virus, then blame it on gay promiscuity or rough sex. I was not happy with what I saw in Palm Springs, Ca. The crime was a well-oiled machine by the time I got there in 2003.
Lori would have me arrested by talking to dirty cops who used this system to spy on the public. Mostly, the gay community was targeted. We were an easy target for being infected with HIV because we were stereotyped and all lumped together as promiscuous, meth using, faggots, living the "ultimate lifestyle" which was used over the police radio on these calls. The police got promotions for arrests and lots of funding, while we were sentenced to jail, prison, and probation on outrageous sentences that heterosexual men never got. Nobody would help us, because we were "throwaways". I'm not a throwaway!!!
After my fifth arrest for "drugs" when there were no drugs present in me, on me, or around me, I had had enough. Five arrests, no convictions. I would spend weekend after weekend in jail without any justification. I was taken to jail wearing only a towel once. The police had no charges. They just took me. While walking home in paper clothing provided by the police in October, I was arrested again while taking the mail from the mailbox to the vacation home where I had permission to do so. My friend who lived there in the guest house was dying in the hospital, and he asked me to get his mail and feed his cats. When I separated the mail for the vacation home from his mail in the guest house, I set off the alarm. I closed the door and was going to call my friend to find out how to turn it off. The police arrived with dogs and everything. I was arrested again for drugs and burglary. There were no drugs and I was sentenced AT MY ARRAIGNMENT BY COMMISIONER BEST...the same Commissioner that Lori LaFond sought to have her restraining order issued for me while she was a fugitive from justice. How?!?!?!
Of course, I was drug tested, negative again, but for the burglary charge, I got 3 years of probation AND drug diversion classes. Here's the thing: when drugs aren't involved in a crime, drug diversion is an illegal sentence. I knew the sentence was illegal because of my years at the Justice Department, and I took it to prove that this judge was filthy.
There is a ton more to tell all of you, but I wanted to get to the current situation. Lori wants free legal representation from someone I know because I know many lawyers in the San Diego community where I was told someone was raped. Two people, actually. In a home that Jonathan Mendenhall has an interest in. Lori then used her brain link system to look up attorneys that I know, hoping to complain about me and get free legal advice from friends of mine! The nerve of this bitch. She has called some of the best lawyers in California that I know talking shit about me. Pretending to be Jeffrey Katzenberg's assistant. Why? Who knows. I wanted all of my attorney friends to know one thing. You should keep her on the phone as long as you can. Record it or take notes. She'll probably use her real name or Jessica/Melissa Erickson's. Find out what story she is telling now. Then report her to the authorities at the federal court.
I am an informant for law enforcement, along with someone else who doesn't factor in anymore. If she tells you I am not, she is lying. Most of you know that I was the victim of a shooting in San Diego, Ca., Lori LaFond ordered that shooting. Her brother Brian was the shooter. She tried to kill me while I was working as a courtroom deputy clerk. She tried to call my former boss, Sam Hammrick, and then called John Morrill, the current clerk of court, to say that she was working for Jeffrey Katzenberg, investigating me. That is a bald-faced lie. Jeffrey should have told him this himself but he is a gigantic pussy. His involvement with Lori LaFond's lesbian girlfriend, Missy Erickson, is another story. Apparently, Missy Erickson has talked him into stalking me and my sister. Missy together with a former friend of my sister's, Bessie Smith, approached Jeffrey Katzenberg about this stalking by using some bullshit cover story about being victims of this crime. That is a lie. They are Lori's operators and spied on me for decades while Lori tried to have me killed. Sounds far-fetched? I agree. It is the absolute truth, though. So help me God.
Gang stalking and electronic harassment are humongous crimes in San Diego that can be stopped, but you have to know who is behind it. Lori Jean LaFond is that person!!! She has the means, motive, and opportunity to do these things from the comfort of her own sister's apartment complex. Oh yeah, one more thing. Lori committed several crimes while in Sedona, Arizona, and Tucson, Arizona, in March of 2010. She is an escapee from Arizona, where she bailed out using Jeffrey Katzenberg's money...allegedly. The pair was allegedly driving Marilyn Katzenberg's stolen 300ZX, wearing nothing more than a yellow bikini on Brian, and an orange or yellowish safety vest with nothing else on for Lori LaFond. This pair is the most notorious domestic terrorist in this country. Arizona should have kept them in custody, but the bail money and false IDs that they used implicate the Katzenberg and Mendenhall families. Both families have local relatives in Arizona. The crimes they committed included drug possession, manufacturing, firearms, and child endangerment for making kiddie torture porn while in Arizona across state lines. Jeffrey won't tell anyone the truth about this crime. But I will. This is an allegation, but the truth is out there and warrants have been issued for the two of them. U.S. Marshals have been here looking for them, but fake IDs continue to be used. We need Kenneth Davenport of the SDPD to identify them; he went to elementary school with Lori and knows how she is. Apparently, nobody out here has heard of fingerprints, DNA, or booking photos. Come on, law enforcement, isn't someone interested in stopping Big Mouth LaFond by now???
