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Monday, February 11, 2013

Second Former LAPD Joe Jones Releases Peaceful Manifesto - Urges Dorner Not To Kill

Joe Jones



Joe Jones - Current
My Former LAPD Officer Joe Jones MANIFESTO...

I know most of you who personally who me are in disbelief of the partial story I will tell today. A story that has been suppressed for about 18 years, But lives strong everyday of my life.

I without hesitation would like to send my condolences to the Victims who were lost and their families during this tragic situation. I would also like to send my condolences and well wishes to the many former and current Officers, as well as Citizen's and their families who lost the lives and souls of loved one's to the injustices of Police Corruption, Scandal, Lies, Deception and Brutality.

Unlike Former Officer Dorner, I fear dying; But I also fear living in a society where Innocent people are dying for no reason. A society where pain so great can be afflicted to people who have to desire to live right and treat people right and then be punished for doing right.

They say we all look alike. In very few cases this of course is true. But in most cases it is not. I feel a resemblance to Dorner, (See Photos) However several people who have no resemblance to Dorner have been shot due to the fear of what is taking place. I DO NOT WANT TO BE SHOT FOR CRIMES I DID NOT COMMIT!. Neither does anyone else.

To preface my story I will say this: Just like former Officer Christopher Dorner I used to smile a lot. I loved everyone. I was voted Friendliest Senior of my Sr. Class in High School. I always believed in the system and never got into any trouble. I loved hard and gave to all I could. After Joining the LAPD in 1989 I quickly found out that the world and society had major flaws. I had flaws as well for ever believing that our system of government was obligated to do the right thing. his is what I believed as a young Officer. Without going into major detail, I need you to first assume that I would not surface 16 years later with lies about a situation that has me with PTSD to this very day. The pain forces me to speak as I have yet to shake the Ill's of my experience as an LAPD Officer. Of course I have moved on physically. But mentally and emotionally I still live with flaws.

I can't go into re-living the emotions of what I went through so I will say this. I had my home viciously attacked by a gunman with my family and myself inside the house. No arrests were made and my family and I Received very little support. I had my Civil Rights violated on several occasions. I was falsely arrested at gunpoint by the Sheriffs as an Officer who ID'd himself and was conspired against by both LAPD and the Sheriffs when my Civil case went to Trial. I was falsely accused on more than one occasion and simply placed in a position that the trust was so compromised that I could no longer wear the Uniform. Also know there were many more episodes. All of these issues are well documented and I present them not to be a Whistle blower, However to hope that one would not assume that all of what is being said is Lies as presented by Dorner. I don't know him, But I know me. I will say from my experience, If a person knows they were wrong it is easier to move on without anger. Seems that Dorner obviously could not move on... Could I just be content and move on with my life and not say anything? Yes...Then I would feel that I for once had my chance to speak on something that hurts me to this day and I did nothing to arouse thought or provoke reform. This is what I hope comes from this whole situation:

1. Families that lost someone to this tragedy find the peace that only God can give at this terrible time.

2. Citizens of Los Angeles be mindful of this fearful time to be an Officer and comply vigorously so that you are not the victim of an Officer on high alert.

3. Government and Politicians please be diligent in the responsibility of creating Laws that protect those who could be the victim of a conspiracy. Never allow the door to be shut on the Truth.

4. Honest and Fair LAPD & All Agencies: Keep doing what you are doing to protect citizens and be safe while you are doing so. We need you and I would hope that you do not allow the Bureaucratic drama and Stress to kill your morale as I know it can.

5. Unethical LAPD & all Agencies: Whatever is was that lead you down this path, Pray to somebody's God to forgive you and begin to remove unethical methods to your policing style. Always think what if it were you, How would you feel?..How would you like if you were falsely accused and your life, lively-hood and career was taken from you? How would you like if someone was beating on you just because they felt they could get away with it? You are no better the criminals you took and oath to arrest when you do what you do!

6. Chistopher Dorner. The 1st thing I would say to him is, I feel your pains!...But you are going about this the wrong way. To take innocent lives could never be the answer to anything. I say this as a Man who experienced the same pain, betrayal, anger, suffering, litigation and agony that you did in many ways, Only I didn't get Fired. I just choose to go a different route. My heart still suffered that same shock, I was still left to try and put the pieces back together. The disbelief that people could conspire and cause you to loose something you loved so dearly was still there. I lost my Career, I lost my Family, I lost my Dignity, I lost my Trust...But I am here now to hopefully one day see change...Bro, Don't kill anymore Innocent people. Your point has been made. Clearly. They know you mean business, The whole world knows. Refrain from any further wrong doing and do what you must to salvage your Soul. Whatever that means to you. Just remember that God is a forgiving God.

In conclusion I say to people who knew none of this about me that one day I will have to reflect on when was the time to speak. When I see the potential for innocent lives to be lost...The time is Now!...JJ


Joe Jone's Original Manifesto Post on Facebook

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Christopher Dorner, LAPD Corruption, And A Frightening Manifesto

Christopher Dorner Wanted For Murder



Monica Quan Murdered
Former LAPD officer and U.S. Navy reservist Christopher Jordan Dorner is a suspect in the killings of Monica Quan, 28, and Keith Lawrence, 27, who were found shot to death in their car at a parking structure Sunday night, Irvine police Chief David L. Maggard said at a news conference.


Monica Quan and her fiance Keith Lawrence were found shot to death in their car. (AP)
Maggard says Dorner implicated himself in the killings with a multi-page manifesto he wrote that was obtained by police, but no further details were given on the manifesto or its contents.


Police do not know Dorner's whereabouts, and authorities were seeking the public's help in finding the suspect.


"We have strong cause to believe Dorner is armed and dangerous," Maggard said, adding anyone who sees the suspect should immediately call 911.

Full Article at CBS


Dorner Targets Police, Motives Revealed



Chris Dorner
Three officers were shot -- two in Riverside, one in Corona -- Thursday morning, and all of the shootings are likely connected to Christopher Dorner, a former LAPD officer wanted in connection with a double slaying last weekend in Irvine. The homicide involved a former LAPD officer's daughter and her fiancé.


During a 10 a.m. news conference, LAPD Chief Charlie Beck characterized the rampage as a "vendetta against all of Southern California law enforcement."

Full Article at NBC

http://youtu.be/csXVjiXqSaY

So what is this "vendetta" that Chief Beck is talking about? Apparently Dorner was fired shortly after blowing the whistle on a fellow cop who was witnessed kicking a handcuffed schizophrenic man who was being taken in to custody. This event combined with 5 years of corruption witnessed within the LAPD has apparently made this ex-cop snap. He claims in the manifesto he posted online that LAPD has ruined his name and life and now has nothing to lose and no fear of dying.

The Manifesto


Dorner left a scathing account of LAPD's misconduct and corruption in his manifesto, including widespread racism and plenty of excessive use of force. He's demanding a public statement by the LAPD clearing his name. Here's some of the more interesting sections.


A name is more than just a noun, verb, or adjective. It’s your life, your legacy, your journey, sacrifices, and everything you’ve worked hard for every day of your life as and adolescent, young adult and adult. Don’t let anybody tarnish it when you know you’ve live up to your own set of ethics and personal ethos.



During the BOR, the department attempted to label me unsuccessfully as a bully. They stated that I had bullied a recruit, XXXX, in the academy when in reality and unfounded disposition from the official 1.28 formal complaint investigation found that I was the one who stood up for XXXX when other recruits sang nazi hitler youth songs about burning Jewish ghettos in WWII Germany where his father was a survivor of a concentration camp. How fucking dare you attempt to label me with such a nasty vile word. I ask that all earnest journalist investigating this story ask Ofcr. XXXX about the incident when Ofcr. XXXX began singing a nazi youth song about burning jewish ghettos.



I ask that all journalist investigating this story submit request for FOIA with the LAPD to gain access to the BOR transcripts which occurred from 10/08 to 2/09. There, you will see that a video was played for the BOR members of Mr. XXXX who suffers from Schizophrenia and Dementia stating that he was kicked by a female officer. That video evidence supports my claim that XXXX kicked him twice in the upper body and once in the face. I would like all journalist to also request copies of all reports that I had written while employed by LAPD.



People who live in glass houses should not throw stones. How ironic that you utilize a fixed glass structure as your command HQ. You use as a luminous building to symbolize that you are transparent, have nothing to hide, or suppress when in essence, concealing, omitting, and obscuring is your forte.

When the truth comes out, the killing stops.



Terminating officers because they expose a culture of lying, racism (from the academy), and excessive use of force will immediately change. PSB can not police their own and that has been proven. The blue line will forever be severed and a cultural change will be implanted. You have awoken a sleeping giant.



Those of you who “go along to get along” have no backbone and destroy the foundation of courage. You are the enablers of those who are guilty of misconduct. You are just as guilty as those who break the code of ethics and oath you swore.



Self Preservation is no longer important to me. I do not fear death as I died long ago on 1/2/09. I was told by my mother that sometimes bad things happen to good people. I refuse to accept that.


Update - For those wondering about some of the acronyms, thanks to redditor jasnooo
ISR - Information, surveillance, and reconnaissance.
OSINT - intelligence collected from publicly available sources.
IMINT - intelligence gathering discipline which collects information via satellite and aerial photography.
HUMINT - intelligence derived from information collected and provided by human sources.
NIPR - US Military's "Non-classified IP Router Network," is used to exchange sensitive but unclassified information.

You can check out the full document here

Friday, January 11, 2013

Kurt Cobain's Suicide Note

Kurt Cobain's Suicide Note


To Boddah
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.
On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!
I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.
I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.
Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.

Peace, love, empathy. Kurt Cobain
Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter. Please keep going Courtney, for Frances. For her life, which will be so much happier without me. I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Hackumanitarianism

Much agreed, ethics are needed on all sides of any political agenda. Script kiddies and hackers that screw over average people with no good reason are just as fucked as the people they are so angsty about.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Diary Of A Madman Episode 2

scabs
Distant oscillating thrumming, drilling a hole in my brain in a very calm manner. Vivid illumination obscuring these lucidly dark psyches. That's ok, those skeletons can only hide in their phylactery closets for so long. Brains tattood with illusions just long enough to have that first layer of gray matter peeled off like a scab newly formed; leaving senses aching and bleeding profusely.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Elixer

plague
Line you all up and come recieve rations
Blessed, divine, after manna it's fashioned
There be not a need to covet your neighbors
Abundance for all, no need to ask favors
At the moment of truth your ladle is poured
Pottage meets bowl, now bless your lord
In humble bowls lay elixers of life
Which lead to all the causes of strife
And outside the doors from whence you just came
The thresholds surrounded by dead and the lame
Quarrelling over the bowls of the dead
Only to stand in queue in their stead
So, sit you down with bowl filled to brim
Squat little man, kin to Naugrim
The vapors escape from bowl to the nose
"Calamus, Anise, or maybe some Cloves?"
Just close your eyes, sip spoon with held breath
As vapors hit brain, you know that it's death
For the scent that you noticed, but yet couldn't place
Not Dill, nor Cassia, but deadly Nightshade

Friday, November 30, 2012

Diary Of A Madman Episode 1

cthulhu bas relief
All efforts seem pointless now. Not depressed, not happy, just numb. I'm tired of waiting for the next nothing to happen. Have you ever sat on the shore? Have you seen the sea swallow the moon? A group of neophytes humble themselves quietly to the sound of "Ia Ia",

Hidden among the basalt halls hieroglyphics tell the tale. As aeons pass the cosmos coincide with the proper alignment, the dead cephalopod wakes from dream, awakens from his lucid death to reward those who follow his madness. Enthralled with the descent into the infinite recursion that is that mystery, we are not to be acknowledged. Ignorance of existance is the reward. "Ia Ia Cthulhu Ftagn" the call of these esoteric neophytes descended from the order of Dagon.

Far flung anti-anthopocentric ideals that send chills down the collective spine of humanity. Watch on as the christians gnash their teeth and the atheists have the gods dropped upon them and pray they will treat them well enough to despise them. To caress the outer film upon the embryo of the mind is to converse with god. A gentle breeze transposing images of the wrinkled surface of our egos; pregnant with connotations of joy.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Icarus




Smoke in the wind soars icarus, he's lifted
He flies quite high, you know that he's gifted
Grasping the clouds unaware of his fall
Haughtily elevated, curiosity calls
And pleasures unnamed he knows for a while
Then the agony begins and his throat fills with bile
He aims for the sun with wings held aloft
But the connections all fail as the wax became soft
Then down hurdles Icarus, towards Gaia he falls
The wraiths take no notice amidst their bleak halls
In his dire need for the divine in his grasp
He overlooked one, just one tiny clasp
The clasp of restraint betwixt wax and the wings
His fate he has sealed knowing not what it brings
Not discerning the entrance, nor where he has gone
From ignorance of action, he no longer belongs
His soul ever tortured because of his choices
The lamentations quite lost in the din of their voices
Such ends the sad tale of Icarus the proud
Oh such a tragedy, he oft cried aloud