I am not out for fame and fortune. I am concerned for Aaron Walker. I do respect that Patrick Frey, Mandy Nagy, and others have also been victimised. I'm sorry it may appear to some folks I am an attention seeker hurting the cause through so-called infighting.
Let's get the facts straight. I, not Al Franken or anyone else, broke the Kimberlin-Friedman VR story. This was done over two years before anyone else. As shown through the November 14th transcripts, I never defamed nor cyberstalked Brett Kimberlin. I even enticed him to commit perjury. And with that I'll quit my whining and sounding like a wibtahrd. I'm done. I'm done.
What follows is my truncated biography. First though, I'd like to point out my personality type. I had always known there are extraverts and introverts. I actually hadn't thought much of it. I studied Sociology or Social Theory as defined in Ireland, not Psychology. Karl Jung wasn't exactly on my academic docket. I'm basically trying my best in this two parter to explain my backstory without sounding narcissistic.
INFP stands for Introverted Intuitive Feeling Perceptive. Though I'm not shy. One prevalent misconception of introverts is they are shy. Not true. INFP's are referred to as Idealist Dreamers.
The Roots of Leftier Than Thouism
I graduated high school in 1984.
I grew up in Boston suburbs close to where the N.E. Patriots play. I was pretty good at music and math. I was very innocent, a head in the clouds kid who always did his homework and enjoyed doing so. I didn't fit into any clique. I was neither a nerd, in the cool group, or anti-social.
I emerged from my protective Leave it to Beaver shell in 1984 as a freshman at Brandeis University. Before then I was a virgin, never smoked weed or went for booze, again just did my schoolwork and played brass. My folks divorced at age ten. I never got to see my dad again since age twelve. He turned out to be very creepy. He passed away last year. I have three half-sisters I've never met. I tried looking for them a bit but gave up a while back.
The source of any "Seth drama" leads back to abandonment issues originating from the dad thingie. Alice Miller coined this process as a repetitive regressive compulsion. In addition perhaps, I ended up in Ireland for five years and since then have been in perpetual culture shock. I also blame the Irish for the odd quality of my writing schtick.
In regards to the roots of my leftier than thouism, that is probably easy to explain. Add growing up in liberal Massachusetts to a creepy father and you end up with a bloke with an aversion to patriarchy and gravitating towards women as constituting the better half. I developed a bleeding heart and became a staunch, anti-authoritarian peacenik.
I am extremely impressionable. I do not do well with euphemisms. I went junior year abroad to Cork, Ireland. The people and culture fit my personality.
The Irish got a double whammy. They were originally pagans, regular guys and gals, happy and festive. Then they got nailed by the Church and British leading to mass insecurity. The Irish people on a whole are down-to-earth and compassionate. I would say their best trait is displayed in their never making attempts to destroy another's spirit.
They see everyone as a viable creature. They are very gentle and not anything like many of their counterparts in America. I'm talking about the rough and tumble stereotype found here in America. I do realise many Irish Americans are good people.
I came back and finished up the bachelor's degree. I then got accepted to UMASS/Amherst for an MA/Phd program in Sociology. Unfortunately, I found their emphasis too quantitative with an absurd promotion of statistical analysis.
I desired the Sociology from Junior Year Abroad with its emphasis on Critical Theory, Social Movement, History, Philosophy, and old-school academics. The UMASS stuff was antithetical to the Social Theory taught in Cork. I had evolved into a let's save the planet hard leftist. I was not too peachy keen on crunching numbers.
I was basically born ten years too late. I think things went sour for America starting in 1980. Though I don't think the counter-revolution truly kicked in until Reagan's second term and the onset of the AIDS epidemic. I know what ye are thinking. What's up with the stream of conciousness, dude?
Sorry for being so wordy. I cannot not be me. I missed Ireland and took a leave of absense from Amherst. I returned to Cork on a work permit for the second half of the 1988/89 school year. There I met and fell in love with an Irish lass. I applied for Cork's Master's program in Social Theory. After initially being rejected, they accepted me.
It's funny how such decisions can have a huge impact on one's whole existence. If I had just sucked it up at Amherst, I'd now be a professor with so-called professional success. I didn't realise there was a dearth of higher level teaching jobs in Ireland and that the degree I would receive would not help me in America.
Let's jump ahead. I received a second Master's degree in 1999, this time for Education. I was certified in High School Social Studies. Unfortunately, job openings in that area were extremely competitive. I also wasn't the sort schools tended to hire.
I am basically a child of the 70's, a dude's dude. I did finally land my first real teaching job for the 2001/02 school year. Then the WTC towers fell. I had a contract but didn't realise I could be fired without a reason within an initial time period.
So picture myself holding classes such as, "Why do they hate us?" Or ruminating in the teacher's lounge, "Is there a rule saying teachers must say the pledge of allegiance?" If I'd known I could have been fired for things like that, I would've kept my mouth shut.
Or maybe it wouldn't have mattered. Perhaps the Principal, Department Head, or Superintendent had a niece or nephew fresh out of school in need of a job. I asked them why I was fired. They said by law they weren't required to disclose an explanation.
The year before I had been a house substitute at a nice school in a town bordering Boston. It was a dream job. The demographics were basically half white, half black. I had even gotten the opportunity to fill in for a Social Studies teacher rehabbing from surgery.
I think that specific gig lasted six weeks, can't remember. When I tried to get my old job back, it had already been filled. In short, I would've been better off having never been hired for the real teaching job. I tried other schools for sub work, but those attempts were humiliating and leading nowhere. My destiny had been stolen.
Around that time, my mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. That's when I got on the computer and learned some search skills. I'm what or was what is referred to as an amateur internet sleuth.
Oh wait, let's briefly go back in time. At around age five, we were having a family shindig. My granddad was asking us kids what we wanted to be when we grew up. I said a writer! That is basically what I am though never published. Perhaps more accurate is I hit a rut leading to squandering the last five years of my life on the internet.
Let's return to 2002-2006. During that time frame, I worked a couple years in a mortgage company when the rates were at rock bottom. That coincided with efforts to help my mother stave off the inevitable through researching health strategies via the internet. She ended up not even dying from cancer. She got a bowel obstruction, because her doctors had convinced her to take one more round of their dumbass chemo.
You would not believe the strange weather we experienced during the six weeks in 2006 she was dying in the hospital. I had initially driven her in for dehydration. That's when the obstruction was diagnosed.
She basically couldn't eat food and died from starvation. She couldn't have surgery because of the previous treatment. She did hold on for six weeks. It was remarkable. Even the doctors were amazed. The hospital moneybags actually started to get pissed off and wanted us to move her to a hospice. Thankfully it didn't come to that, and she was able to die peacefully in her private room.
Looking back, that experience certainly was traumatising. Ye see people shot up on the telly all the time, and we become desensitised to death. But with my mom I was able to witness firsthand what it is truly like to die. I tried to keep my mind off it by becoming a blogger. I was actually stupid enough to believe it might amount to something. How naive I was.
On a side note, I'll make an embarrassing disclosure. During my mother's final year, she established a trust in my name. It's modest but has enabled me to get a lot of blogging done.
Here's the kicker. She set it up as a disability trust. The thing is I have never been disabled, seen a psychiatrist, nor taken any medication.
But it was her money. I figured I had no right to argue. I made it known I wasn't happy with her decision. Yet since she was fighting for her life, I wasn't gonna be a dick about it.
Mandy Nagy didn't only rat me out for the "death threat" which wasn't. She informed Ron Brynaert of all people I had a disability, even though I had explained what it was.
I made the same mistakes Aaron Walker recently made. Anyone who has legal business in Maryland, beware that it is currently run by dumbasses who don't understand the constitution.
I tried many ways to have the default reversed. One was using the disability card. Strangely enough former ambulance chaser Judge Jordan made the decision that I wasn't disabled, even though I provided him with evidence of the trust. I will not repeat other motions I filed to get the default reversed. Those are explained elsewhere.
Recently The Broadside Girls awarded myself the Testosterone of the Week Award. Mandy received it for Estrogen. I'm thinking of coming up with my own award to be handed out for dumbass judges. Unfortunately, I am torn between whether to present it to my judge or Aaron's.
I'll now fast forward to my current situation and how I got here. Then this mini-bio will be complete. Please forgive me for this indulgence. I feel there is no other way to defend myself than to write this.
Brett Kimberlin was an infamous 20th Century criminal best known for his claim to having sold dime bags to Dan Quayle. That turned out to be a lie but made big news, since his schtick somehow became a presidential election issue.
In hindsight, the truth was he had set bombs and become well known as the Speedway Bomber. He was never railroaded and NEVER a political prisoner, unless you count those days spent in solitary confinement for the Quayle hoax.
What was his alleged motive for having set the bombs? It appears he was having an inappropriate relationship with a preteen. The grandmother seemed to be making moves to protect the girl. Julia Scyphers was killed execution-style.
Brett Kimberlin was the prime suspect in a murder for hire scheme. It is believed by many he set bombs in Speedway, Indiana to divert a small police department's investigation into the assassination of Julia Scyphers.
Brett Kimberlin was eventually sentenced to 51 years for the bombings, drug smuggling, and impersonating DoD personnel. I believe he was released in 1992. Mark Singer of the New Yorker worked with Brett, and Citizen K: The Deeply Weird American Journey of Brett Kimberlin was published in 1996.
Brett's parole was revoked around 1997 for having failed to make a good faith effort to pay Sandra Delong a wrongful death judgment won in civil court. She was the widow of Carl Delong, the man who committed suicide after having half his body ripped apart from one of the bombs left in a gym bag outside of a school.
Brett was last released in approximately 2001. Somehow he reinvented himself as an internet "activist" who claimed that black box voting had led to both the 2000 and 2004 presidential elections being electronically stolen. He along with Brad Friedman of BradBlog started Velvet Revolution.
I was blogging at BradBlog in 2008. During that summer myself and Brad had a falling out. He egged me on to investigate himself. I started digging. There I discovered his close association to Speedway Bomber Brett Kimberlin.
Since Singer's book had come out well before the internet truly took off, there wasn't that much info. In late 2006, a blogger named Troubleinwinter at Democratic Underground was the first to ask why was a former domestic terrorist at the top of the leaderboard for the election integrity movement.
In 2007, Time Magazine came out with an article titled The Wizard of Odd. By late 2008 into early 2009, I emerged as a one-man crew exposing Brett Kimberlin and Brad Friedman. Here is one article I wrote.
Is Brett Kimberlin Really an Exonerated, Ex-Political Prisoner?
Let's move forward to October 2010. Bloggers closely affiliated with Andrew Breitbart finally picked up on the story. I was sued for defamation and cyberstalking. Then the shite really hit the fan once Weinergate started.
A "Team Breitbart" hoax was created by a Kimberlin associate named Neal Rauhauser. Myself and others were sadistically cyberstalked and cybersmeared. The hoax basically states that myself and others associated to Andrew Breitbart stalked Anthony Weiner and brought on his demise.
Which is ridiculous for many reasons. I had nothing to do with Andrew Breitbart or his associates other than we were each blogging on Brett Kimberlin. There's also the fundamental flaw in Rauhauser's logic due to the fact Weiner was the one who outed his own weiner.
One blogger from Team Breitbart named Patrick Frey was swatted. It's believed by quite a number of folks that was done by an apparent Kimberlin associate named Ron Brynaert. Aaron Walker, a former guest blogger of Frey's at Patterico.com, is an attorney from Virginia. He could not legally defend me in Maryland.
Once the "death threat" hoax emerged, Aaron became Brett Kimberlin's next target for lawfare. By the way, two deleted articles by Neal Rauhauser are currently now available only through archive.org. Please check them out. They exhibit incredible similarities to what has been foisted upon myself, Aaron Walker, and Patrick Frey.
Organized Intimidation? Ambush Time. by: StrandedWind Sun Aug 29, 2010
Social Media's Neighborhood Watch by: StrandedWind Tue Aug 31, 2010
Through my civil case, Aaron Walker was dragged in. Kimberlin outed Walker which led to he and his wife losing their jobs. After one hearing I didn't attend, there was a confrontation between Mr. Aaron Walker and the Speedway Bomber.
Perhaps that should be referred to as Le I-Pad Keepaway Affaire (Hat tip Donkeytale). Brett proceeded to fabricate an assault charge against Aaron (and promoted by Ron Brynaert) which could have resulted in Aaron Walker spending twenty years in prison. That was nolle prossed.
The story didn't end there. Aaron Walker wrote up an epic blog entry containing video evidence which proved Brett Coleman Kimberlin had fabricated the assault charge. Another blogger named Lee Stranahan then called for an Everybody Blog About Brett Kimberlin Day. The thingie erupted into the internet zeitgeist.
Soon after there was a hearing for a Kimberlin peace order against Aaron. Long story short, Walker lost and was arrested for blogging. The Judge was a retired, apparently senile 74 year old doing substitute work. He bought into Kimberlin's fabulist schtick. He wasn't the first to do so. Kimberlin has been adept over the years getting naive people to purchase his snake oil.
One final note: The Patrick Frey referred to above is a Deputy District Attorney from Los Angeles. He recently posted that a voice specialist has confirmed that Ron Brynaert, someone with provable ties to Brad Friedman, was probably the SWAT hoax caller.
That may certainly not be enough proof for a criminal charge, but it is another example of what has been fueling the eruption of this story into the internet zeitgeist consciousness. Fox News has confirmed that blogger Patrick Frey was indeed swatted.
In part two of The Socratisation Backstory, we will delve deeper into the specific timeline concerning myself in regards to the Brett Kimberlin story.
