My Mentor, My Killer

You were free, what happened?

For over 30 years you were free from suspicion, your reputation beyond reproach. For over a a quarter Century the only way to link me to you was through my social security number. Between your pressure to erase my records in 1990 coupled with my multiple name changes, you were completely free. What did you do? 

Who did you piss off, and why did you drag me into it?

I have waited 22 years for Don Stovner to be prosecuted. I wasn't bluffing. I gave you plenty of time to work it out and you haven't. I protected you at every turn. For a quarter of a century I protected you, I protected everything. And the reward for my loyalty? 

What was my reward for not pursuing my Medical Records? 

What was my reward for backing off any of my legitimate VA Claims?

I have protected you all this time.  These last years of protection have been for my own means.... My Revenge against you for fucking me over in February 1990. You should have approved the transfer. You should have let me go on to somewhere else, and let me have my Air Force Career. 

You should have gone back to your wife when I told you to.

Sadly for you, the past few years engineering and hacking the VA has educated me on a few things. One of those things is what you really did to me. You didn't just take my Military Career, you took my entire Life, children and all. So the revenge part is going to hurt especially deep and for an especially long time.

The VA has our story - so does your son and the sons of your Peers. Don't worry, I gave them just enough information to keep them off your trail for about a year, but not much more than that. No one knows who you are - except Ashford. Based on the past years of sideways surveillance, the analysts assigned are really bad at reading and extrapolating Data and they won't find you without help. Not even the Veteran Chiefs from the Sexual Harassment Assault and Rape Prevention, including Ashford, can't find you without my help.

Now, let's get back to Stovner and that New Years Eve 2010, the night I called your bluff and you stumbled. I am truly not sure who backed down, you or the person hunting you. But the fact that either or both of you had the juice to even have the option of backing down is significant. Only someone with significant and unbelievable Influence can and has silenced the Las Vegas District Attorney. You are the only Chief I have ever known with that sort of "off the record" Power and Influence. This is quite significant in that you or your pursuer left a trail. Here I was going after Dan Feliz in Las Vegas, and you incorrectly assumed I was coming for you. Oh well, you always said my Intel was better than anybody's, guess you forgot all the things you taught me. My Mentor, My Killer.

I did every thing you taught me. For over a quarter of a century I shut down the trail, erased the Military, changed my name and moved on. The absence of any relevant facts pointing to the US Air Force should have been the red flag for the men and women helping you but it just made things worse didn't it?

The one thing we never covered was the complete absence of Liability. We never discussed or trained on how to handle a subject with zero liability. But then you never  anticipated my pairing your Hunting Skills with Technology. You never understood the Deployment Orders, the Communication Protocols, the Timing Intervals... But I did. My Father had taught me years before, a little known fact in 1989. It wouldn't be until I received my first email address in the Civilian world that the Deployment Orders would come back to haunt me. That's when I became your biggest Liability and neither of us knew it at the time.

But now we know. Actually you have known a lot longer than I have.

Did you know back in 2007 that Ray Brown at Bellagio Security was the first to break cover? I always wondered if they were honest with you about how badly Steve Koenig and Ted Whiting mucked up your Surveillance of me. 

By now you know Stovner screwed the pooch, and messed up the whole game plan. But did you know he did it on the first day he met me? No?

Think back my darling Chief, to those nights in your hotel room. 

Think darling. This is the most important piece of the blog and to date the most significant piece of evidence I have ever published.

What was your pet name for me?

Only you and I know. Well... you, me, and whoever told Stovner.

So after all these years, someone is after you. Someone has come hard and fast, rolled up on you and is breathing down your neck. Only you know why I did not kill Stovner that night. Only you know why. Only you know, because only you taught me. But I got the ball rolling didn’t I? Just like you taught me, by January 2011 I had 19 months of evidence but not the individual feeding data to Stovner. Pretty dumb to shut down the monitor if the server is still running.

Let me set down for you exactly how this is going to play, and remember, you have dragged this on for so long that no Law Enforcement, no DA, no Judge will touch this case: Our First Sergeant had to sign off on purging my Records. It is only fitting we start with your closest Peer, the handsomely overweight First sergeant. Is he still alive you think? Doesn’t matter because his family can bear the humiliation which is the end goal after all.  

Then we spiral out to our immediate Command, yours and mine as of January 1990. Remember that Ops Officer? The "pollack" you used to call him? Yea, we can do him next, he was a Silver LT when you were first assigned to "handle me" (I always wondered if you were forced or if you volunteered) but he was a solid Captain by February 1990. Who ever is chasing you picked up the Pollack the Summer of 2013. Do you grasp how long I have protected you? Do you see now how well you taught me how to play the long game?

You were free. What happened?

Then we go for our Commander. The one you lied to. The one you looked in the eye and lied, steadfast and true. Him. I am going for him for being such a pussy, falling for your bullshit. He is responsible for the bullshit DD-214 and the suppression of my Military Records. It is his signature which you influenced. He is too stupid to come out of this unscathed. His mistake was trusting you. The fact that I was denied even the status of Veteran for over 25 years is what burns me the most. Having to live through Stolen Valor accusations and being labeled crazy. I can only imagine the lies you conjured, sitting in front of his desk, ensuring I was erased forever.

You were free. How could you fuck it up so horribly?

And guess what? No threat this time. Your feet dragging days are over. Your stranglehold on Law Enforcement Personnel is finished. Nothing will stop this train. As I spiral in on each of the men in my Command who protected you, remember that Steve Koenig and Ted Whiting dropped the ball. They never anticipated your training ever being used against you. And how could you tell them? You purged my Military records so that there is absolutely no connection to any of you at all. No Technical School, no Training, no Deployments, not a single relevant piece of information in my records other than Basic Training. So how could you say anything to anyone?

In the thick of the Stovner escapade, how could you speak up and inform them of what I was doing? How could you alert them of my entrapment without risking yourself? Your family? Your reputation? Your financial well being? Even 20 years later your brutality proves habitual. You let that family be decimated. You let this happen. Only you know what is hidden beneath the Blonde Bimbo routine. Only you know it is an act, and how could you say one word to Steve or Ted to alert them of what was happening? They were after a dumb blond. I protected you. All you had to do was prosecute Stovner. Do you realize you have committed treason?

The rat motel in Vegas 2011 was when I learned what a man looks like when he has been abandoned by his command, denied his "orders" ever existed, and dumped unceremoniously in the Desert. It's nothing like the movies. The moment of realization that his command gave him information, hard data, which put the surveillance at risk was the moment he knew he was abandoned. I had never been that close before, you never let me. After the "suicide vest incident" at my Jet, and your fury over Flight Line Pranks putting me and the Unit at risk, you never let me anywhere near the real fun. You shackled me to a Jet. You capitalized on my Intelligence and made me your EOR/Debrief NCO locking me down under your Command. You even fought my request for Hot Pits assignment, where I promptly proved you wrong.

Shall I go on? Or do we want to save the juicy bits for the Prosecuting Attorney? You know me Baby, I am your friendly Go Along To Get Along Flight Line Mattress! 

The whole purpose of this blog is to communicate to you that time is up. Tick Tock Clock has simply run out. The spiraling in to the Center has already begun. That’s the beauty of Government Forms - they last forever. Did you know Performance Reports are included with the FOIA Request? I do now!!  

The question is, will you cover a Brother's 6, or will you do our First Sergeant the way you did Stovner?

You were free. What the hell happened?