PART IV:  INVESTIGATING THE FEDS

Chapter 5:  Neighborhood Crime Watch

 

After the 2004 November election, three families across the street moved away.  The first house, owned by Ron and Judy, sold in February of 2005 to Larissa.  Larissa had a live in partner, and property records would later note their names as Larissa and Christopher.  It would not be uncommon for a third person to be at their house over the years, but I never saw him in public with them.  As a younger couple, they could not have a son of legal driving age. 

 

The second house to sell was owned by Sue and Al.  The new owner was flipping the house, but her efforts did not come to fruition.  The house sat vacant for years.  Although we use to exchange Christmas gifts with Sue and Al, the anti gay rhetoric of the far right nullified our friendship.  When Larissa and Christopher moved in, Al was quick to befriend them and point to our house while talking to them.  I would assume they were not kind words as Al had refused to sign my nomination papers when I ran for office.

 

Dave and Mary lived in the third house, and they moved out at about the same time as Sue and Al.  We were friends with Dave and Mary’s entire family including their two sons that were both of college age when they moved.  Their home did not sell until October of 2005.  Scott and his wife would have a newborn, and Scott was a mechanic as his “cover” job.  They nearly always had company of some kind.

 

I first noticed that our house was likely bugged, beyond examples that could be explained by consequence, when Scott and his wife were building their new garage.  They had their roof trusses laying in their front yard.  The project was put on hold after my partner and I had a conversation, while in our great room, about how they should add a second story with dormer windows.  Low and behold, their garage plans seemed to transform as the trusses in their front yard were not utilized and the garage took shape as my partner and I had discussed.

 

I did my first ever food photography shoot at a rib distributor in September of 2006.  A private label product needed an image large enough to fit on their packaging.  It was a referral from the gentleman I rented office space from in 2005 into 2006.  I had just gotten off of the telephone with the client telling me a photograph I had taken was selected from the available options when I walked to our mailbox to get mail.  Scott and his wife walked out onto their front deck, and he commented, “I cannot believe they picked one of his photos.  He was supposed to fail.”  Eighty pounds of ribs would have been wasted if I failed, so I was sure the intent was financial burden along with professional detriment.

 

A third example was when Scott expressed frustration to his wife when I told Richard I could not see him anymore and I overheard him say, “Oh no!  Now he will never become an agent!”  Exposing the PNAC along with the connection to 911 and the Iraq war caught Scott’s attention as well.  Scott seemed a bit stunned and saw the correlation while his next door neighbor “new” Steve said, "It seems as though he has it all figured out."  “New” Steve, as he will be referred to in this text, had purchased the home built in 2005 on the lot Dave and Mary spun off when selling their property.

 

There were a multitude of other occasions where I knew Scott’s residents were illegally spying on us, but I had contacted every law enforcement agency along with politicians up to my US Senator.  There was nothing I could do about their criminal actions, and clearly no one else was going to step in to correct the situation.

 

“New” Steve, not to be confused with Steve our next door neighbor, befriended our new DA.  He even loaned him his car for parades in 2007.  “New” Steve and Scott had always been friendly toward one another, and it turned out that they shared the same objectives politically.

 

In the fall of 2005, we had the other gay couple we were friends with up for an evening of cards.  Hal and Ed had stayed at our home over the years just as we had stayed at their place dating back to the year 2000.  Having accessed our internet before, Hal brought his computer along to check email and somehow took our alpha numeric network login with him.  I do wonder if he gave this code to someone in the Republican Party.  More specifically, it probably ended up in the hands of one of our Homeland Security neighbors. 

 

Ann called and wanted to come over to talk again in the summer of 2007.  Knowing that our house was bugged at this point, I decided to try and trap her so that the FBI would know I was telling the truth.  She was upset that I brought up elements in front of my partner regarding our conversation in 2006 at our beach association down the road.  In addition, I told her that agents were assigned to this that lived in the area.  Steve, our neighbor to our North, brought this fact to the attention of another neighbor several weeks later while on his driveway. 

 

When Ann was getting ready to leave, she said that we should move to an area that was an hour away, and that some conservatives were trying to get rid of me.  In 2005, she told me everything would be fine as long as I do not run for office again.  In 2006, she said we should move just to an area that happened to be out of district.  I decided I had to get a confession out of her and said, "Ann, I don't know what all went down in early 2005, but unless you spill the beans, I'm going to be stuck with these people forever."  Her reply was, "Will anyone get in trouble?"  At last!  An admission of guilt and foul play! 

 

Cal, a neighbor on our street, had a conversation worth noting while in front of my neighbor Steve’s home in the summer of 2007.  Steve said that since my partner has a boat now, it would be more difficult to get me to leave my partner and to carry out their plans for me.  I was unsure of exactly what their plans were, but I did know that Homeland Security was planning on arresting me at some point.  However, when they found out that I had contacted the FBI, they realized illegal arrests were no longer an option and would only make the situation worse.

 

In October, more evidence of our home being bugged surfaced.  My partner and I had an argument while we were in our great room about something he had done years beforehand.  The legality was questionable, but mistakes happen.  When you are under scrutiny by federal agents, any chance they have making you go down versus them is seized.  He certainly did not molest any kids, but the Homeland Security folks really thought they had something.   

 

First, Scott’s neighbor “new” Steve walked over with a woman to our shared mailbox and had a conversation before I walked up as I was working on the brakes of one of our vehicles.  He said it was a shame this happened to me, but that I kind of deserved the smearing of child predator accusations while online chatting.  He wrapped it up with "Don't worry, he'll make his money.  Obviously that's all he cares about.  He must not want to work again."  I viewed this as more of a threat and scare tactic than positioning my personal intentions.

 

Second, a silver sports car with the license plate "GUNZOS" was parked at Larissa and Chris' house which was flaunted to me by Scott’s next door neighbor, “new” Steve.  As Gonzales had stepped down not long beforehand, perhaps it was his car.  I had thought I had seen him at a hotel back in June, and I had seen other people on television around us over time.  Thus, I knew I was the Cadillac of a political target.  In addition, my mom called and offered their condo to us in July which we eventually scheduled for June instead. 

 

Combine this with comments of a multitude of Homeland Security agents that took cover in the Democratic Party, it seems to me they were able to manipulate elected county wide politicians to further their smear mission.  Whoever made the original accusations about me would later admit it was all a lie in March of 2008, and those who cry wolf with such damaging repercussions should be held accountable.

 

Another new neighbor worth mentioning was right across the street from our beach association just down the road from our home.  Property records showed the house was purchased by Jeanine.  They would not be a household of interest until 2007 when they were approached to end the investigation and consider paying a settlement to stop the public from knowing what they and other Homeland Security agents had done. 

 

The gentleman also noted to the Jeanine residents that we had to be innocent.  They were asked if I qualified to become an agent, and a woman responded, “No, not really…But he would make a great agent.”  Jeanine’s residents’ mission was clearly not to protect my partner and myself, nor were their ways ethical or legal under the law.

 

Our neighbors would prove to shed more light in 2008 on what exactly had been happening for at least three years.  The fascinating part of the equation was that Homeland Security incorporated new residents after my campaign for office, residents that moved here before my run for office but after my partner and I had moved into the village, and long term households that lived in the village prior to our move from another state.

 

Most of the agents living in our neighborhood were not disclosed in this text, however.  We also had people who were assigned to monitor our activities while in public.  Apparently we were viewed as a flight risk.  Needless to say, I probably know more about federal agents and their operations than nearly every citizen in the United States to the extent that they still consider arresting me for no reason whatsoever.