This was put on the back burner due to to many things on the list to do. So I decided to put up what I started. It’s about 75% complete, but everything is hectic right now. Not a final draft.
Contents
The Perelman’s Poison. 3
1. A Worldwide System of Pre-Judgment and Coordinated stalking and Harassment 3
2. The Kiss — Cultural Conditioning and the “Whip It” Campaign. 4
3. The Egg Symbolism — From Conditioning to Harassment 5
4. From Conditioning to Racial Targeting. 6
5. The Manufactured Illusion — From Wizards to Worldwide Manipulation. 8
6. Early Reinforcement Tactics. 11
7. Orchestrated Setups and False Confessions. 12
8. Psychological Warfare Through Symbolism.. 13
9. Hollywood Escalation and “Fight Club” Parallels. 14
10. Manipulating Reality — From Hackers to The Truman Show.. 15
11. Entrapment, Paranoia, and Survival 16
12. The Cruise Ship — The Wizards “Idea of Reference” Tactic. 17
13. A Global Script 19
14. The 2004 Ariana Incident 21
15. The Paradox of Oppression. 22
16. The Mechanism of Control 23
17. Weaponizing My Jewish Identity and “Conform to Media”. 27
18. The Mask-Off Moment 30
19. The 426 HEMI Barracuda Situation — From False Check to “Engine Theft” and bullet holes. 41
20. The 427 C6 Corvette. 47
21. Dr. Steve and the Medical Web. 50
21. The Forcing himself on you of Dr. Steve Levinson and the World Wide Medical Web. 52
22. The Endless Joke. 58
23. The Larger Meaning. 58
24. Closing. 59
What a “Handler” Really Is — and Why It’s Unconstitutional 60
24. The Knife-and-Gun Narratives — Manufacturing Confessions. 61
The Orchestrator 62
Weaponizing Diversions. 63
The Paradox of Oppression. 64
The Judicial Network and Political Cover-Ups. 66
From Family Conspiracy to Political Weapon — The Bonnie and Clyde of the System.. 66
The Politics of Forced Conformity. 68
Street Theatre — Staging Sanity and Madness. 69
The Neighbor Trap — Debbie Wollman’s Empty House. 69
Jeep Triggers and Worldwide Visual Conditioning. 72
Provocation, Confession, and the Machinery of History. 76
The System of Global Puppeteering. 78
Exposure, Retaliation, and the Price of Telling the Truth. 79
Whistleblowing in a Controlled Society. 79
Evidence, Proof, and the Cost of Telling the Truth. 81
From Psychological Warfare to Digital Erasure. 81
The Living Example — The Handlers and the Hunt 83
Engines and Interfaces — The Mechanics of Manipulation. 86
1997–2001 · Signet-E Services and Containment 89
Women as Instruments of Entrapment 94
The Pattern of Pre-Planned Hostility. 95
Reclaiming Humanity and Constitutional Truth. 98
Reclaiming Humanity. 98
Constitutional Resurrection. 99
Reflection on Betrayal of Ideals. 99
Government-Funded Hate and Global Dehumanization. 101
The Moral Cost and the Demand for Accountability. 102
Reflection on the Betrayal of Ideals. 102
A Call to Speak Out 103
(by Kevin Perelman)
From Childhood Label to Global Weapon
My Father Dr. Ronald Perelman, Orthopedic Surgeon, and Secondary Psychology Degree in Los Angeles California. My mother is an Art Therapist who remarried in Vancouver, Canada.
“Artists Are Tortured People”
I’m an Artist that the Perelman Family doesn’t want to exist. Human emotions and expression are a threat to them. I was born in Merced, California, on Castle Air Force Base, into a Jewish family.
Around five years old, in 1977, my own family went to the police and the psychology community and told them I was crazy, violent, and a paranoid schizophrenic, while showing me media, and exerting behaviors to try to make it look like I conform to media so they could get the police to start monitoring me or mental illness watch lists in the name of control or to remove me from society. That single act planted a label that would define my life — a pre-loaded narrative that every stranger could adopt before ever meeting me. In order to turn a child into a slave and remove him from society by making him look like he suffered from mental illness as cover ups. It was the first “poisoning of the well,” and it never stopped.
As a child, normal childhood behaviors were turned into “proof” of mental illness. My mother, Anita Perelman, an art therapist, would take harmless jokes, pranks, sarcasm or any form of imperfection that deviated from that of a robot, and over dramatize these behaviors the end of the world. Stating something is wrong with their son with her psychology friends or co-workers, as if these weren’t perfectly normal behaviors that everyone exerts. and She would take any piece of artwork, and frame them as confessions of guilt telling the masses that I had committed crimes and was confessing to them and that they are in danger of me. After getting a driver’s license, She accused me of things I had never done — like supposedly hitting Josh Burnum in the head with a golf club — using these accusations to terrorize and intimidate me. A term or gang stalking tactic I learned in later years called emotional blackmail. Interesting this was right after peeling out in my 69 firebird I was working on. Instead of 95% positive and normal behavior, the focus was and is always on the 5% imperfection, they could take out of context and inflate into crimes or “the end of the world.”
Jokes, songs and signals across cities and states so that by the time the Internet arrived, the narrative was already in place and the world was primed to believe it.
Even other children’s inappropriate behavior was pinned on me. When Tom Farley, was waiting for Eric Johnson to get off the A.E Wright middle-school bus and throwing eggs at him and punching him in the back of the head with the mobs he riled against Eric Johnson. While the world was told it was me. When Jason Perelman went out on his weekend road-rage “runs,” the world was told it was me. When Jason Perelman was putting license plate frames on his Mazda 323, that say “I swerve and hit people at random”, the world was told it was me. When Jason Perelman and his friends were out stealing Stop Signs, and Pay Phones, The world was told it was me. When Richard Grunberg and Tom Farley were stealing Eian Woodman’s skateboards from the Woodman’s house, the world was told it was me. When my friends were tearing up construction sites on their motorcycles, it was pinned on me. At one point after wrestling in high school, Tom Farley called me “Pinned Pearl.” I’m not even sure it was about wrestling — I’m pretty sure at this point, it was about their crimes being “pinned” on me. How many sane people do you know, that think that removing people from society with psychological warfare, trying to make people look tortured and tormented inside, lies, smears, frame jobs and setup operations, and social competition similar to movie scenes is a game, a joke, prank or tease? Especially families, and adults? Yet in this worldwide conspiracy to commit murder, they all pretend this is the way the world works? As well as my own father Ron Perelman’s disinformation “You don’t know the way the world works” to brainwash me into acceptance of my own demise. That’s a lot of hate and rage for your 5 year old. And if you single out most of my situations into one. And try to apply it to normal life. It is extremely rare and unheard of that, these types of scenarios happen to other people.
Cultural cues and real-life actions were used together as psychological anchors — a deliberate mix of symbolism, manipulation, and punishment disguised as “concern.”
When I was about eight years old, I kissed a Black girl at Sunny Skies Day Camp — an innocent, childlike act of kindness and curiosity. My Jewish family could not handle it. At that time, they had already moved me into a “special” class called T1 at Sunny Skies — a small group of about fifteen students off Kanan Road and Triunfo Canyon, heading toward Malibu Beach from the 101 freeway. The official story was that it was for “learning disabilities,” but in reality it was to monitor me — the beginning of what became lifelong behavioral conditioning between first and second grade.
Immediately after this so-called “crime” of kissing a Black girl, my family brought in the band Devo, claiming it was one of the students’ fathers’ bands, and blasted their song “Whip It” (“whip it good”), (“Into Shape”), around me — deliberately trying to brand me as someone who is filled with anger and rage, conforms or hears messages in the music, antisemitic, a racist, and who “whips,” or someone who needs to be “whipped into shape.” It was their way of turning a simple act of affection into “evidence” of anger and rebellion, wrapped in mental-illness labeling. They played off media clichés about schizophrenia — making it look as though I was filled with rage when all I had ever done was show kindness.
This was not coincidence — it was deliberate conditioning. They used pop culture as a psychological weapon, linking “whip it good” to the idea that I needed to be disciplined, punished, or broken and away from other human beings. Every time that song played, it reminded the others with the predators of the label they’d branded me with — the image of someone dangerous, unstable, and needing control.
Around the same time as the Devo tactic, we were cooking food in the T1 class at Sunny Skies. When the teacher cracked an egg, a fertilized embryo fell into the bowl — it came from their small on-site chicken ranch. To any normal person it would have been an odd accident; to them it became another symbolic anchor in the psychological conditioning being built around me.
Years later, the same “egg” imagery began reappearing in the harassment campaigns: Tom Farley’s egg-mobbing attacks and later black groups with black Starbucks managers mixed with everyone else worldwide, following me home while I was riding a bicycle throwing eggs at me. There is no logical reason to assault or humiliate someone “in the name of psychology,” or for any reason for that matter. but the pattern suggests a deeper connection — as though that childhood classroom moment had been twisted into a lifelong ritual of symbolic punishment.
Even decades later, the motif re-emerged online. In the early days of Twitter, most user profile pictures were defaulted to egg icons — which, taken in isolation, might seem irrelevant. But given the consistent use of egg symbolism throughout my life, and the sheer scale of this worldwide targeting, it’s hard not to see the parallel. While impossible to prove definitively, there is a high probability that this imagery was part of the same psychological pattern — a continuation of the message which shows the magnitude of the situation mixed with sixty percent of what people post online with cryptic messages of mocking guilts for things that don’t matter. Example, people joking saying “Say hey, to me” and variants because in 2002 I said, “Hey You”, to Tom Hokes wife Jennifer. And in 2006, said “Hey” to a red head waitress from Yankee Doodles Pool Hall which was following me to the Encino California Starbucks. Their fictitious worldwide argument is that I can’t stop saying “
Hey” somehow doing something to people, and the word “Hey” said twice within 5 years apart. And one was “Hey” and the other “Hey” you, in which they are applying to their collected disinformation archive. Follow me with Psychiatrist Alex Lazar, A Persian Psychiatrist so he stated and wanted me to know, with LAPD stalking me, trying to play victim because they were mad at me for being a serious Pool Player, who played pool tournaments, and were mobbing me to death with the other pool players at that public location as well as all Pool Halls worldwide. With manager Jay. directed at me to create the perception that I’m crazy or tormented inside.
Imagine being 53 years old, and someone decades younger — maybe 28, maybe even a child when it happened — decides to judge you for something as trivial as saying “hey” to someone when you were their age. It makes no sense. Yet that’s exactly the type of irrational fixation I’ve been subjected to for years nonstop with worldwide groups.
People who were four years old at the time, or not even born, now mock, tease, and belittle me over meaningless fragments of speech — “hey,” “the,” “hi,” “car,” “karma,” “yo.” And thousands of others. Ordinary words turned into supposed crimes.
This isn’t random. It’s a coordinated pattern repeated endlessly, day and night, by worldwide groups. The goal isn’t truth — it’s terror. To make the ordinary seem sinister, to take harmless words and twist them into weapons of accusation.
By redefining language itself as criminal, they create an illusion of justification — an excuse to stalk, harass, and destroy. Billions of micro-attacks disguised as “nothing.” And when you point it out, they label you as the crazy one.
It’s not about words. It’s about control through distortion — a linguistic war designed to erase reality and sanity at the same time.
“You can’t escape us. Even online, you’ll be reminded who you are in our eyes.”
Which believe it or not, these Infinitesimal behaviors are collected, archived, and given out worldwide, for a planet of people to mock me to death of things that don’t matter, and no one could care about. With Mike Huntley statement with his death threats in 2001. “It’s your behavior”
Translation: You are not allowed to say the word “Hey” or anything on this level with such death threats as “You had better live a careful life” deeming the word “Hey” and anything like it as a crime to make living life impossible.
What began as an accidental moment with a fertilized egg in a camp kitchen became a life-long pattern of symbolic provocation and psychological warfare disguised as anonymous jokes or teasing from strangers I’ve never met.
Each appearance of the egg — from Sunny Skies to Starbucks, from Tom Farley’s attacks to the digital world — carried the same undercurrent of control, ridicule, and hate.
As the years went on, this manipulation evolved into worldwide-supported racial punishment campaigns. This family psychotic control issues with their psychological defamation grew into coordinated worldwide minute by minute daily worldwide attacks involving police, government, and entire worldwide communities.
From the Black community came explicit death threats and physical attacks, amplified through social networks and coordinated law-enforcement cover-up’s. The phrase that circulated among them — their open threat — was:
“No relaxing for you nigger”
This wasn’t just a hateful phrase — it became the motto for worldwide eradication operations designed by elements within the judicial and law-enforcement systems to justify violence under the guise of “mental health.” Their message was consistent:
“You are not allowed to sit still. Anywhere you go, worldwide, we will mentally bash your skull in.”
What began as a child’s harmless kiss to a black girl became the pretext for a global psychological execution order — one that has followed me for close to five decades, using identical language, tone, and emotional aggression and attacks mirrored worldwide.
Especially among Starbucks Corporation employees and other coffee-shop chains, Gyms, Restaurants, Pool Halls, Colleges, Almost every public place worldwide working with police to have me killed for reasons I still cannot comprehend.
Groups of Black individuals followed me home — often coordinated with Starbucks managers such as those who helped Tom Farley egg-mob Eric Johnson after getting off the A.E. Wright Middel School bus in Hidden Hills, California — linking to multiple physical attacks and attempts on my life. Also remember, that these are worldwide hate networks using the internet as a weapon started by my own family at early childhood and exponentially growing outwards.
During one incident, a Black man followed me into a CVS next door to a Starbucks in Encino after buying a coffee there. The same location of Officer Toro’s Death Threats with LAPD and years of mass mobbing. If you ever take a picture of a person, I will exercise the law in my own way. Linking to my family dictating every aspect of my life (next to psychiatrist Alex Lazar’s office) and punched me in the face after instigating, and trying to start a fight me about a fake “line dispute.”
He had been waiting for me to come to the checkout employee, while standing way back from the line. When I got in line, he stated I had stolen his spot in line. I stated to him that he was standing way back there, but if it meant that much to him, he was welcome to take my spot. He instantly got enraged, because his racial hate was already there, no matter how polite I was. As I instantly called 911.
LAPD, already aware of the situation within minutes, because LAPD are the ones orchestrating these worldwide stalking network terror cells since I was 5 years old and refused to take a real report, exposing their involvement. At the same Starbucks, Aubrey Fisher with LAPD and Rodie Morales who previously tried to plant an LAPD confiscated bag of marijuana in my house to try to set me up as a drug dealer. and a waitress named Heather from Yankee Doodles Pool Hall, were following, playing victims like the majority of women since a young child who interacted with me and staging interactions — part of the same police-linked provocations.
In another case, a Black man followed me to a defense attorney’s office, sparking a conversation about racism and telling me, “You don’t always know when someone might hate Black people — they might not say anything negative.” It showed how the race narrative was being weaponized as reverse-racism justification and entitlement, to cover the targeting and murder people.
At a Studio City coffee shop, I overheard a Black man tell another patron, “He’s the guy who was kidnapped — then kidnapped someone.” When I challenged him, and told the person he was lying to, that they have a problem with me, with their “His Kind” statements. he began whistling at me — another known “whistle-blower death-threat” tactic used by these groups with the Police and Psychology Community inferring that I’m some sort of whistle blower to their 48 year worldwide stalking groups.
The broader overview — from the beginning until now — of the larger picture and the recurring tactics used against me. I’ll start with one of the earliest examples: a movie called Wizards by Ralph Bakshi.
In 1977, my father, Ron Perelman, took my brother Jason and I to the Sherman Oaks, Galleria movie theater in California to see “Wizards” by Ralph Bakshi, to see a post-apocalyptic science fantasy film about two wizard brothers — one good, one evil — and a red robot assassin named Necron 99 (also nicknamed Peace). The good Wizard named Avatar, and the Evil brother named Blackwolf. A battle between two wizards of opposing powers. Good vs evil. Beginning scenes in the movie. In the early scene, after Blackwolf sends Necron 99 to assassinate the president of scorch, then the good wizard Avatar casts a spell on Necron 99 to make him serve good instead of evil — a twisted kind of “forced morality.”
To give examples, when Jason was into computers when he was a child, he started a Bulletin Board Service with his Atari 800 and an analog modem. And called it “The Warriors Castle” representing the ending of the movie Wizards where Avatar shoots Blackwolf.
Avatar states in the film. “showing a parallel, of the worldwide psychological tactics being done to me since I was 5 years old at that time.
Avatar:
“Well, this creature — I shall call him Peace, in the hopes that he will bring it. He’s somehow wired to the machine, and the only freedom he will ever have from its painful grip is in its destruction.”
“Now this, ‘Peace’ here, he knows every step to Scorch. I’ve promised him life without pain, life without fear…”
“All right, creep. Now before I untie you, I wanna tell you a couple of things, and I want you to listen, and listen carefully.
This has been the biggest bummer of a trip I’ve ever been on.
But if you let me down, or you hurt my friends — especially the broad —
I got stuff planned for you that’ll take twenty years to kill ya.”
Fellow student shouting on the A.E. Wright Middle School bus around the time Tom Farley egg mobbed eric Johnson punching him in the back of the head “Black and Red, then you’re dead” the colors of peace the Assassin, To this day, groups of people stalking me with red cars with obviously black tires daily in patterns worldwide anywhere I live. Patterns of two’s, in obvious methods with all the other idea of reference tactics. While laughing and thinking what they are doing is funny. In a Ted Bundy or David Berkowitz type of way. Some of the very people, my family has tried to tell me I am by using media to brainwash, guilt, or insinuate, to me into these coerced false confessions since they know about these situations before I do. Because I never thought about anything until it was thrown in my face a hundred million times by worldwide strangers. Common sense dictates that the world is being told that it is coming from me, when I am the target or victim with unlimited government resources.
That day became the blueprint for what my family later encouraged and manipulated Jason to do: reenact the movie’s moral dynamic in real life. Jason would play the role of Blackwolf, hinting suggestive behaviors eluding that of the evil wizard Blackwolf, while I was labeled to be conforming that of the good Avatar. The real motive was psychological terror and control or to try to create the appearance of mental illness. Kind of like what was done to Necron 99. He told Jason to use the morality aspects of the film and use it to make me look schizophrenic, all while masking their actions by telling a planet of people except me that I believed I was “Avatar out to save the world.” And not stable. With my father Dr Ron Perelman’s statements years later. “You don’t know the way the World works”, “After hiring me to work in his office to mob me to death with Lorena Escobar, Fernanda Sime, Elsie Sandoval, and all his employees daily for a good 10 years or more. While Lorena Escobar was told to devote her job description to following me from place to place, while singing “Welcome to the Jungle” out of context lyrics from Guns And Roses band, as threats to me because my father was mad at me for buying and listening to music and going to concerts growing up, state to state dictating what I could and could not do. Same tactics as Mike Huntley and Signet-e Services 10 years prior, Mike Huntley singing “World of Paranoia”, and dropping papers on my desk how to make people mentally ill and control or kill them in south Korea, clearly paid off by my father and LAPD. By sending people after me to setup up and frame or stalk, if they didn’t approve. Lorena Escobar was hired at Golden State Sports Medical around the time I was 16 as an X-ray tech. Later on, he made her the office manager. Where my father was working all his Automotive angles with Hawaii Racing, And Star Auto Haus Mercedes, and many others where he found me a Job with owner Gabbie Angle. Where one of the employees was told to throw a wrench at me. And then told to loosen the lug nuts on a Mercedes, telling me it was Chuck Norris’s and to drive it back to him to drop it off.
Bakshi’s films, filmmaker who was previously known only for “urban films” such as Fritz the Cat, Heavy Traffic and Coonskin, were known for civil rights themes mixed with adult, semi perverted cartoons, and surreal fantasy elements. But in my family’s hands, the symbolism became twisted — used to craft an image that I was delusional, dangerous, or mentally unstable. The media itself is the weapon to make someone look crazy by the Police, Government, and Perelman Family.
From there, things escalated exponentially to what has been since 1994. A strategic worldwide eradication operation with mental illness label cover ups. Which was progressing from city to city since 5 years old.
And after coming back from University of Colorado and Interning at Modern Video Film with Visual FX supervisor Brian Longbotham in the summers. while being manipulated back by Mike Huntley, Anita Perelman, and Ron Perelman as well, to start Signet-e Services. An Internet Host Provider.
Hollywood — and especially people like Brian Longbotham linking to Jason Perelman’s friend, Darrin Moiselle, a Hollywood writer. People were told that I was supposedly competing with Darrin Moiselle, Kelly Hatch and countless others. Again trying to make me look like a competing rival against, changing from person to person, to try to make me look like an angry person, connected with Universal Studios and hiring me for visual FX jobs there with Brian Longbotham — began putting references into media uniting all of Hollywood and writers to write things paralleling my life in mass media mental illness operations worldwide to create the illusion of schizophrenia. Over time, newer and newer content was tailored toward me or from aspects of my life changing the narratives slightly, or obvious rare saying of mine collected from my private and personal life, things like this, reinforcing the illusion that I was “living in movies.” This also done with Fox News, especially the Greg Gutfeld, Red Eye show, when Tom Farley wanted me to see Fox News so badly when Obama was elected. Which Fox News And many corporations on this magnitude are covering up to eradicate at all costs. Wizards, was the beginning of Jason and his friends showing me films and then spreading lies to make me appear like I was “conforming” to them. It was psychological warfare disguised as insane amounts of unheard-of coincidences. The method of creating the appearance, of hypersensitivity.
They created a massive lie, pushed worldwide, and justified it through manipulation: “He can’t separate fantasy from reality.”
The Media Mirror — Projected Control and the Wizards Parallel
The tactic they use isn’t just stalking — it’s theatrical mimicry. They take fragments of culture, lines from movies, even props or everyday actions, and build psychological traps around them. It’s what I call the “conform to media” tactic — forcing me into roles, scripts, or meanings I never chose, then using those references to justify further persecution.
For example, if I quote a movie — any movie — or even show interest in one, suddenly the world seems to revolve around that film. Every glance, gesture, and phrase mirrors it back at me, weaponized.
When I bought a projector, they went insane worldwide. It tied directly to Mike Huntley’s statement years earlier — that he and his friends would “project movies on trees” and “give me enough rope to hang myself with.”
To most people, that’s an offhand comment. And to me at the time, it seemed very strange. But to me, it’s a recurring theme — projection as punishment, symbolism as a weapon.
It’s the same pattern embedded in Wizards (1977).
Avatar says:
“Well, this creature — I shall call him Peace, in the hopes that he will bring it.
He’s somehow wired to the machine, and the only freedom he will ever have from its painful grip is in its destruction.”
That’s not just a line — it’s a template.
They’ve wired me to the machine socially and psychologically, so that my only supposed “freedom” comes through self-destruction — the ultimate setup.
They push me toward “Peace” while building systems that ensure I can never have it.
Avatar continues:
“Now this, ‘Peace’ here, he knows every step to Scorch. I’ve promised him life without pain, life without fear…”
That mirrors the false promises made to me since childhood — people pretending to offer help, relief, or stability, while really managing and monitoring every move.
And then the threat:
“All right, creep. Now before I untie you, I wanna tell you a couple of things, and I want you to listen carefully.
This has been the biggest bummer of a trip I’ve ever been on.
But if you let me down, or you hurt my friends — especially the broad —
I got stuff planned for you that’ll take twenty years to kill ya.”
That line is echoed daily in the subtle ways people speak around me — jokes, “coincidences,” veiled warnings — the constant implication that something terrible is “planned” if I step out of line.
Its Avatar’s leash rewritten as society’s script — control masquerading as compassion.
Even Adriana Olivarez’s constant insistence on getting Thai food over and over, and other similar references about tieing— a seemingly harmless pattern — ties back to Avatar’s repeated wordplay about “tie” and “untie.”
Another cue in a long line of psychological reinforcements meant to blur the line between fiction and life, between metaphor and punishment.
The World was told for a good 25 years with this movie and countless others, that I supposedly conform to media. As well as lies that everything I do is from media. Before me every wondering what was going on at 29 years old and observing and analyzing their repetitive enraged behaviors. In which no one thinks they are doing anything wrong with their worldwide paranoia and schizophrenia campaigns. Especially the police, Government, Psychology Community. These are the real questions of importance. Which they lie in their cover ups, that it’s not happening, and it’s not going on, no matter how much black and white proof there is.
This is what I mean by conform-to-media control — using film, dialogue, and cultural references as synchronized triggers to box someone into a story they didn’t write.
And in my case, it’s been continuous — starting when I was five years old, built on the same pattern of suggestion, symbolism, and forced association.
A global reenactment of a movie scene — except the movie is my life, and the projector is the world.
That’s why the Police and Psychology community with their mass stalking groups manipulate the situation the way they do — because their goal isn’t justice or safety, it’s eradication with deniability. They provoke, bait, and distort until they can justify the outcome they’ve already decided on. To try to eradicate someone, make him look like David Burkawitz, and cover it up with mental illness labels. With no loose ends, and no investigations. If they can’t push me into one of their blackmail demands or psychological traps, they escalate the narrative — twisting it until I look like a threat who “needs to be contained.” It’s the same script, repeated endlessly: provoke, label, isolate, destroy. They want to kill or erase me while hiding behind the language of “mental health” and “public safety,” disguising an execution as a welfare check. Every move, every setup, every manipulated interaction is designed to lead to one ending — my elimination, wrapped in paperwork and plausible
On several occasions, especially in Los Angeles County Jail, people with LAPD in direct statements, were telling me I need to go kill my father to end it. This happens on tons of occasions. Following the theme of the movie “Wizards” the more I defy them, the angrier the worldwide groups get with the Police. If it was one person you could walk away from them or report it to the police. But this situation is designed by the Police and Psychology community until they get with they want starting since I was 5 years old. A way to eradicate a child with no investigation.
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The Repetition Trap — The Peace Sign and the Projection Loop
When I first started noticing the pattern, it wasn’t from some grand realization — it was from repetition.
The same words, belittling gestures with smirks, and angry looks, and “coincidences” replayed endlessly until the meaning behind them began to surface.
For instance, if I give someone a simple peace sign, joking around, normally, most people will take it as friendly or joking. But in my world, they don’t see it that way. They see it as a threat — a coded reference to the movie Wizards and the Character Peace, long before I ever even knew about any of this.
That’s how I began piecing it together. Their behavior didn’t just repeat — it synchronized across people and places. It was like watching the same scene acted out by different cast members in different cities, all reading from the same invisible script.
Adriana Olivarez wasn’t just craving Thai food. She kept hinting — deliberately — about “tie” over and over, weaving it into conversation as if the word itself was some kind of inside signal. Meanwhile, Mike Huntley was threatening me that “I have given you enough rope to hang myself with” with all his other Judicial and Police Death Threats echoing the same metaphor of projection and binding — the psychological “tie.”
It all tied back, literally and symbolically, to the same concept repeated throughout Wizards — Avatar’s control over Peace, “untie,” “wire,” “freedom only through destruction.” Every phrase, every theme, mirrored back through people’s speech and behavior like a coordinated reflection.
Even my father’s obsession with guns fits the same formula — the endless reinforcement of violence, control, and intimidation under the pretense of normality. His fixation wasn’t isolated; it was part of the same system of triggers. Especially if he see’s guns in my artwork, or the word gun is said from me anywhere worldwide. Changing context of art and statements to what he wants it to be. Or demands it must be with his Judicial friends.
That’s how I figured it out — not because someone told me, but because the same words and symbols never stopped. The repetition itself became the proof.
To the very few who don’t know what is going on, it might look random or meaningless, but to live inside it is to see a world of rehearsed signals, all meant to keep you aware that you’re being watched with little pebbles being thrown at your head all day and night — that you can’t move, speak, or even joke without being accused of sending some hidden message.
The “peace sign” stopped being peace a long time ago — it became another cue in a lifelong production, replayed over and over, designed to make me question every gesture, every word, and every act of self-expression.
The Projection War — Blackwolf’s Sky
For forty-eight years, it’s been the same method — the use of media as a weapon, replayed endlessly like Blackwolf’s Nazi projections in the sky in Wizards.
He didn’t need real armies at first. He used images — fear, memory, illusion — to control the minds, to stun others. That’s what’s been done to me, only on a modern, psychological and social level designed by our own government.
Everywhere I turn, it’s the same projected conditioning: repeating movie scenes, quotes, hand gestures, colors, even foods and phrases or mimics of me — all recycled until they blur into a single orchestrated narrative.
It’s not inspiration; it’s programming.
They’ve used television, the internet, social media, film references, and cultural repetition like weapons — mass hypnosis targeting one person, making the world itself the screen.
Just like in Wizards, where the enemy controls the crowd through images of war, I’ve lived under a never-ending broadcast of hatred trying to push me out of control to create the illusion I’m dangerous and need to be removed from society no matter what it takes — my life reinterpreted through media fragments, my actions turned into signals.
When I joke, they call it a confession.
When I create, they call it evidence.
When I show peace signs, are friendly and accepting of others, they call it a threat.
The same projection, day after day, year after year — a forty-eight-year sky full of moving pictures — all designed to keep me in a loop, never free of the film playing overhead.
Blackwolf’s magic wasn’t about sorcery; it was about control through repetition.
And that’s exactly what’s been used against me — an unbroken cycle of psychological projection, powered by the same mechanism:
Show an image long enough, and people will believe it’s truth.
But like Avatar told Peace, “The only freedom he will ever have from its painful grip is in its destruction.”
The machine must be exposed — not destroyed with violence, but dismantled with truth.
Symbol Inversion — When Meaning Itself Becomes the Weapon
Over time, the manipulation reached a point where nothing I did was seen for what it was.
Every normal, human gesture — a nod, a smile, a wave, even a peace sign — stopped being interpreted as what it meant.
Instead, people began reacting as if every action was coded — as if I was reenacting scenes from films, sending secret signals, or reliving scripts I’d never written.
For example, when I flash a peace sign, I mean what any normal person means — friendliness, humor, casual expression.
But in their engineered world of disinformation, they don’t see that.
They see Peace — the reprogrammed assassin from Wizards.
They interpret my gesture as a declaration of rebellion, a signal of danger, or some dark symbolic reference to that movie.
It’s not logic — it’s conditioned association.
The irony is that this reaction existed way before I even knew the reference. Especially with the Perelman family, Psychology Community and Judicial System behind it.
I was living inside a world that was responding to movies, a lot of them, I hadn’t seen — a script never agreed to perform in.
That’s the power of repetition and disinformation: to train society to reinterpret innocence as guilt.
And it doesn’t stop at the peace sign.
Once you invert meaning, you can apply it to anything.
If I buy a projector, it’s not because I like movies — it’s a “symbol.”
If I wear a color, it’s a “signal.”
If I post a photo, it’s “evidence.”
If I talk about rebuilding an engine, it’s “violent.” Or claims that I’m a danger to myself or others.
They’ve hijacked interpretation itself.
This is what forty-eight years of conditioning does — it turns the world into a mirror house where every reflection is distorted, and the distortion spreads by repetition until even strangers adopt it as truth.
Just like Blackwolf’s projections in the sky — endless images of war, confusion, and fear — the disinformation doesn’t need logic to work. It just needs to repeat.
Show people the same idea long enough, and they’ll start to see it everywhere, even when it’s not there.
That’s how they’ve weaponized normal behavior.
It’s not that I’ve changed, done anything wrong, or am different then everyone else — it’s that they’ve trained the world to misread every movement through a lens of anger, fear, insecurity, guilt, and pre-written narrative.
And the more I try to act normal, the more enraged they get, and they twist it.
That’s the loop — a social spell cast by repetition, reinforced through media and worldwide hate groups.
It’s not about truth anymore. It’s about control through meaning itself.
Because when the simple act of showing peace sign, becomes a threat, you’re no longer living in reality — you’re living inside someone else’s projection.
Weaponizing Interpretation — The New Form of Thought Policing
Once meaning itself becomes corrupted, control doesn’t need bars, laws, or prisons — it just needs perception.
That’s the stage we’re in now.
When I move, they don’t see movement. When I speak, they don’t hear words. They see patterns — manufactured patterns stitched together by years of engineered narrative.
It’s the ultimate form of psychological control: turning interpretation into surveillance.
Every normal act becomes a “message,” every silence becomes “suspicious,” and every word becomes an “admission.”
In the old world, control meant watching what people did.
In this one, control means deciding what their actions mean.
They’ve created a social algorithm — human minds trained like machine learning models — fed decades of rumors, false associations, and emotional triggers.
Now, when they see me flash a peace sign, they don’t see a man being friendly; they see “Peace, the assassin.”, or some kind of taunt to them.
If I do something like go out and buy a projector, they recall Mike Huntley’s line about “projecting movies on trees” — they connect “projection” to guilt, “rope” to punishment, “movie” to confession. However, they never answer how they know what Michael Patrick Huntley, had said with everything else done to my life.
It’s not communication — it’s pre-programmed pattern recognition, an echo of Blackwolf’s mind-control cinema that plays across every screen, every conversation, and every interaction I have.
The brilliance — and horror — of this system is that it runs itself.
Once the patterns are embedded, the world becomes the enforcer.
Each person thinks they’re acting on instinct or conscience, but really, they’re following preloaded mental scripts — miniature Blackwolves repeating the same propaganda reel over and over.
This is what forty-eight years of weaponized interpretation has built:
a global feedback loop of false meaning — self-replicating, self-justifying, and nearly invisible.
The more I resist, the more they twist.
The more questions I ask, to try to get to the bottom of what’s going on. The more, anger, rage, and death threats, with belittling, and trying to cover up the situation by trying to make me look crazy.
The more I explain, the more they distort.
Because in a world ruled by misinterpretation, truth becomes rebellion.
This isn’t paranoia — it’s the logical endpoint of psychological warfare through suggestion.
They’ve learned how to make reality subjective, then punish you for seeing through the illusion.
It’s no longer about silencing someone’s voice.
It’s about rewriting the meaning of their existence — so that no matter what they say or do, it can always be reinterpreted as guilt.
This is thought policing in its purest form: not censorship of speech, but the censorship of meaning and life.
A world where interpretation itself is weaponized — and where simply being misunderstood under false pretenses, becomes the crime.
6. Early Reinforcement Tactics
In high school, middle school, Jason and his friends were told to constantly show me movies — especially horror films — and then told me false stories designed to make me look insane if I repeated them out loud. For example, after watching Texas Chainsaw Massacre I and II, Jason told me his friend Jeff Allens mother chainsawed a heart into his door. The goal was simple: provoke me, create or twist reactions, give me disinformation and make me appear unstable.
Meanwhile, my father started playing out real-life parallels to Wizards and many other things. He bought a .357 Magnum with LAPD, as they got together with my father, and shot a hole into his own Mercedes 300E stating that his friend Bruce Simon gave it to him for his birthday and spread rumors that I had tried to scare or kill him. Of course, like usual on this endless defamation. I was not told a thing. As a matter of fact, I was the one who noticed the bullet hole in his 300E Mercedes in the garage in woodland hills on Avenue San Luis. And asked him what was going on, and why the hell was a bullet hole in his car. Years later, after telling me I knew what I did, with refusal to tell me what I specifically did. Using his entire office to mob me to death to have me killed or eradicated. With thousands of similar changing accusations to the world, he made an odd statement during a dialogue that he had never reported it to the police, which didn’t make any sense to me. This mirrored the end of Wizards, where Avatar says to Blackwolf, “Mom taught me something she didn’t teach you,” before pulling out a hidden gun from his sleeve and shooting him — symbolizing the “good wizard” using violence. To end the mutant war against humanity.
By aligning that scene with their lies, my father and others framed me as a “violent, paranoid schizophrenic with a gun” — a narrative police and others could act upon. Then changing to the next street theater narrative, and the next one. Until I no longer exist in society.
Any mention or image of a gun since childhood — even in art — even a watercolor rendition or replication of a Grateful Dead Jerry Garcia Band Album image, triggered hysteria from my family and police with their worldwide hate groups. So, to test their guilt, I bought some of those car novelty “bullet hole” stickers for my truck that others used to put on their cars. Their reaction was extreme — proving how deep their manipulation ran. At one point a police officer drove by my car parked at the Warner Center Park by the house I own and pointed a strobe light at the stickers showing the street theater, or over dramatized situations. Normally they would drive right by, not even knowing a sticker was on a car. Showing they had known before ever driving by the car.
Later, my father collaborated with Brian Longbotham sent after me, criminal defense attorney Michael Bialyse, and his prostitute girlfriend Victoria Walker. These people were introduced to me and sent into my life by Brian Longbotham. Michael Bialys and his condom puppet show, he had on the Public Access TV channel, interviewing Porn Stars. In the mass Adult Industry groups in anger and rage at me for getting into the industry, building adult websites, Database systems like Onlyfans.com, before .net code, and database development could easily be done by the masses in the late 90’s. This was clearly something my family didn’t want to happen from the start, just like Studio Photography, cars, or anything else. The same would happen if I were to take up a knitting hobby. But to steer the path with the Police, Psychology Community, and the masses helping. The question is, where was the path leading to? sent after me. Like usual, Before I ever gained any recognition, and while I was still just starting out. Which applies to every aspect of my life. Like usual, they should not have known me. Porn stars like Lisa Ann obsessed with me and working on me with many others worldwide, over a lifetime, with Victoria Walker and Michael Bialyse. Oddly enough, Melodie the Stripper, and Mike Huntley’s friend, linking to all of this with Jason Perelman since a young child paralleling, Ralph Bakshi’s adult narratives, and visuals in his cartoon films. They sent people after me like Victoria Walker, who gave me a semi realistic toy dart gun hidden inside a “surprise box” for my 30th birthday at my father’s house. The reason it was called a surprise box was because it was an attempted mimic of a present, I was joking around with Kelly Hatch who was stalking me with the police in 1991. An out of context portrait of what I gave to Kelly Hatch. College type of things students in college do. However, once again it was deemed a behavioral crime. Which makes no sense. However, mine was filled with fun hippy-ish things like food coloring and water and oil, Tie-dye shirts. You can shake when drunk or stoned and look at the colors flow. However like usual, the question of how, in 2001 Brian Longbotham, Michael Bialys, Victoria Walker, and the majority of a planet of people knew, especially before the internet, that I gave Kelly Hatch this present in 1991, 10 years prior in different states and social circles. The real and only questions of importance and avoided and diverted at all costs no matter what. with Playboy magazines with Tera Patrick, Julia Ann, and _____ on the cover. Hinting about Lisa Ann from Micheal Bialys’s Rudy the Rubber Show Interviews with them they wanted me to help them with. Which is when Victoria Walker asked me to build her an adult website called “Lisa Ann’s Corner” working with Lisa Ann on their Blonde/Black hair, doubles or copycat/schizophrenia, split personality visual tactics, in frame jobs while also trying to make it look like I was doing something or obsessed with Porn Star Lisa Ann. When photos from some of my studio photo shoots with the toy dart gun and goofing around on social networks in which not only can anyone who sees it see, it’s a toy, but combined with the billions and billions of photos of models and people with real guns on the internet. Showing the double standard of knit picking, over dramatizing, and using information collection as a weapon. Turning a normal act into a mass crime spree. later appeared online, my father flipped out, claiming it was evidence of my “violence.” And trying to make me think I’m somehow making worldwide groups hunt and stalk me. Just like the Eric Christianson incident of me buying a harmless Lords Gym T-Shirt at Southern Oregon state college with Sandiego Police Department and Oregon Police. Note his last name, Christianson. Who started stalking me with Sherri Christianson, who were not blood related in the Emerald Hall dorms. With LAPD, even using some of it in illegal setup, frame job, and reversal of charges trials trying to work circumstantially from my artwork with my art therapist mother.
But he was the one who orchestrated it. And of course, if you look closely at the gun, you can see it’s not a real gun, especially from the size of the whole in the tip is beyond tiny. Showing that while to police know it’s a toy. They are still using it as excuses and justifications to hunt and kill or eradicate. Also negating the fact that even if it was a real gun. The second amendment would state. You have the right to bear arms even if the gun were to be real. Showing that my father is trying to erase me, and all incriminating evidence of him against me.
He also staged another setup, sending his ex-girlfriend Maria Elena to “clean my house” and then pretending she’d found a gun. With my father asking me why Maria Elena found a gun — the same toy gun he had arranged to Victoria Walker with LAPD gave to me in front of him with the surprise box. This also applied to the Drugs he was working with LAPD to try to plant in my house with Rodie Morales they sent after me. A bag of Police confiscated marijuana. To try to set me up or frame me as a drug dealer. And photography, my Uncle Stewart Raskind, my uncle took of me when I was a baby naked on a piano. In which my brother Jason Perelman writes on the frame border “I’ve been waiting 20 years to give you this” Submitted to the Cleveland News Paper as publication. In which they, with Jason Perelman are trying to cover up, to try to get it in my house, to make me look like I’m into underage women and rotating tactics like this to hide the fact that my Uncle Stewart took the photo in the first place and put it some Cleveland Ohio newspaper. Was a classic entrapment attempt designed to provoke police involvement. There have been 6 Police Break-in attempts, one with my own father, on video trying to plant things in my house. Or methods to try to make my eradication look justified. With Lead Officer Charles Sean Dinse. And his United States based community mobs he built across his Facebook account. Which started way earlier than this. To lock me away at all costs for the information in my brain, and a voice that the people have lied to. Explaining things, just like in this writing. This has also resulted in thousands of indirect death threats, daily minute by minute worldwide attacks progressing since 5 years old, getting worse after finding out. Such death threats from local neighborhood thugs with a Police trained K9 in which detective Angela Setwart, Detective Shapiro, Detective Ruiz, Lead Officer Charles Sean Dinse, and Officer Lee, Officer Jones of Topanga Division, Los Angeles Police Department and Judicial System, are desperately trying to cover up with, three illegal arrests and jail sentences, and trials with kangaroo courts to silence and eradicate with no loose ends.
Even earlier, when I was a child, my mother, Anita Perelman — an art therapist — asked me to draw a tree for her to “analyze.” I drew a spooky haunted tree, jokingly adding a skeleton in the hollow. She became furious, interpreting it as proof that I was “the bad seed.” Because I was joking around with her. These early emotional manipulations of hers turned into a lifetime pattern: no warmth, no humor, no real love — just constant evaluation, hate and control. Not being able to change the context from analyzing to humor or bonding. She saw it as anger and rage. Not human emotion. Because she can’t connect with people other than ownership, and control, like my father Ron Perelman. Which seems to define what my family really is. When these worldwide groups lash out in rage with these psychotic tactics, they play the “You can’t see yourself card” we are just joking or teasing while creating a Hate Cage. Or my father’s statements, they are just teasing me. But torturing and killing or destroying lives is not a joke or tease. While trying to create brainwashing apple to orange comparisons. Because you joked with your mother about a tree she wanted to unethically psycho analyze me with. Ron Perelman with LAPD put a bullet hole in his 300e Mercedes to teach me a lesson about his delusional views about behavior or give me disinformation to make me believe what he is doing with his psychotic issues is Justified. As if they are the same things. One is harmless and normal, the other is not. Trying to brainwash his 5 year old victim into accepting eradication. Like Adolf Hitler did to the jews with his paid off police and judge friends.
Years later, Mike Huntley — my business partner at Signet e-Services who lured me back from Colorado, flying in within months after telling Darrell Oon, my exchange student and pool player friend from Singapore after telling him about my father putting a shock collar on his dog Rhoda— starting to realize that I was saying things that could prove their worldwide defamation wrong. Mike Huntley states randomly, That they used to go out and watch movies and project them on trees, referencing scenes from Wizards where Blackwolf projects Nazi footage into the sky to hypnotize and stun people. While their mutant armies kill all the non-mutant people. The message was obvious: You think you are Avatar, you conform to media, you’re a schizophrenic. It was gaslighting disguised as metaphor. It took me years after 2001, and finding out, to be able to understand and decipher their cryptic comments, and understand what they were trying to do to try to make me look like a Violent Paranoid Schizophrenic. And if you want to understand why the Perelman family sent in the band Devo, to sing “Whip it good” to sunny skies day camp after I kissed the black girl. Telling a planet of people I’m a white supremacist. antisemitic, and a racist. It’s because they are trying to make it look like I conform to media, especially the movie “Wizards” starting in 1977 when I was 5 years old. And the Police, and Psychology Community going ballistic when I started to figure things out at a more aggressive level with the Worldwide groups helping at 29 years old.
After Mike manipulated me to return from college with Anita Perelman, and Ron Perelman to start Sinet e-Services, he continued the Jason Perelman and friends’ pattern and tactics. Mike Huntley was originally Jason Perelman’s friend who latched onto me — inviting me to movie nights, each film chosen to psychologically frame me. A tactic Jason Perelman and friends were told to do in my early teen years with he and his friends showing me Horror Movies over and over trying to make it look like I conformed to media. One night, he wanted to watch the movie “Fight Club”. From then on, the world around me began reenacting its themes — trying to paint me as a schizophrenic “Tyler Durden” type: splicing porn into films, tainting food, starting fights. A lot of these other things are done to me as well. With hints alluding to the movie scenes. Not just fighting. From this movie alone. Jumping from movie to movie.
People began provoking me in public at a higher rate, often hundreds to even thousands of times a day in direct and indirect scenarios in order to try to make it look like I conform to media with Judicial Cover ups, and reversing the situations trying to make it look like it is my fault when I am the victim, but billions of daily attacks worldwide, with subtle comments, car color, and pattern tactics, clothing color and pattern tactics, idea of reference tactics, visual cues, copycat tactics, mocking tactics, gestural mimics, media, groups of people told to follow me around in same clothing colors at the same time. Groups of people told to park their cars in cryptic patterns. Like pairs of whites, or white car groupings, red car grouping, pair or more backwards in parking lots grouped together directed at me. Projection, “You can’t see yourself” tactics, and thousands of other tactics meant to trigger or get reactions as setups with the police and psychology community. It was coordinated harassment — similar in pattern to what Fight Club portrayed — designed to justify labeling me “dangerous.” And that he conforms to media and needs to be locked away for no reason other then hatred a million times worse then people like Adolf Hitler himself harbored. To a 5-year-old. With Ron Perelman, Laughy, Smirky, Teasy, Cover up.
At the University of Colorado in the 1990s, I attended an IRC (Internet Related Chat) party to meet online acquaintances. One girl, Lynn Junkin, brought the movie Hackers with Angelenia Jolie for the group to see; to imply I was involved in computer crimes. She was much younger, maybe 16, while I was around 22 — but the out of context half truths about my reputation was twisted that into something criminal once again amongst the social groups. Just more half-truth weaponized into a character assassination and disseminated all across the Internet. Of course in these social Internet Related Chat Parties at peoples houses, No one else was having this problem.
The same pattern repeated for five decades: isolated incidents distorted into narratives. At University of Colorado on 2020 Arapahoe Street in about 1993 before the Internet Existed, in Boulder Colorado, a gay student is brought home by my roommates, Eric Feely, and Matt, told to sneak into my room while I’m sleeping. Flirting, asking me what I’m thinking about. I am politely not interested — suddenly I’m called homophobic with worldwide groups and Starbucks employee’s starting in California in 2005, and with all other coffee shops, linking to operations with Jennifer Pilchick Perelman and Jason Perelman in Florida. In 2005 a Starbucks taking part in the mass mobbings states. “It’s your transgressions” Not only showing flat out death threats with their attacks. But also insinuating that I supposedly committed some kind of crime, which they and an entire planet of anonymous strangers have been empowered to exercise the law in their own way. The identical death threat of Officer Toro, at an Encino Starbucks at 2013. Mad at me for getting into Studio Photography, on their changing justifications. I talk to a woman — I’m labeled homophobic. A form of Rape or forcing you against your will with pure pressure to sleep with someone or gay people with emotional blackmail demands with mass groups. Switching and changing from scenario to scenario. Every normal action turned into “evidence” of some pathology.
Even my housing situation after moving back to California, my father working on frame jobs with his Cuban Wife, Janet Nordet. Manipulating me to move back with Anita Perelman, and Mike Huntley, and telling me I could stay at his house for a year. This immediately after Marrying Janet Nordet wanting to frame me in crimes against her. Trying to make it look like I was doing things to her. Years later she would end up going to jail for 3 years for supposed solicitation to commit murder. However, all the lies, labeling, my father trying to manipulate me into doing things to her, and tactics that she claims were going on, not necessarily directed at me, but to create the illusion in everyone else’s eyes how and why she became so paranoid. In 2001, Mike Huntley’s death threats singing “World of Paranoia” And placing papers on my desk in front of me of how to make people in South Korea mentally ill for control or eradication purposes and that I was strategically placed in the middle of their situation to raise questions about why her personality changed. This is why my father states to me in 1996 when Mike Huntley Flies to Colorado pitches his Internet Host Provider Idea, At the same time my father calls me up saying I should come home and complete my final two courses back in California, and I could live at his house for a year. Because he wanted to pin everything, they were doing, on me and give out lies and disinformation to the world to continue to poison the well and fear monger the masses against me with his Police, and Judicial friends. And more accusations from my father, and Lorena Escobar, after my father has Lorena Escobar officer me a job at his office, building and maintaining the computer networks, and his office employees were done to me while I was welcoming them with open arms and my father with Lorena Escobar told to approach me, and hire me to work there. Even with very similar lies about me, my mental stability, and fabrications of things I didn’t do. A kill Template to lure someone in, and kill them with psychological terror attacks with the Police and worldwide strangers in unheard of non-direct methods. A repetitious tactic of my family. Example, paying off Rodie Morales to take me to strip clubs to have groups of people mentally batter me to death in other to provoke into reactions with the police to lock away. Similar tactics that I’m assuming is what sent Janet Nordet to jail for 3 years with my father’s claims of solicitation to commit murder about her. However ironically, he and his office are and have been making up endless rotating types of claims about me as well. Showing a pattern of those my father or family don’t like, end up dead or disappear for no reason. And I can say, that if Lorena Escobar and his office with Dr Ron Perelman, are making up similar lies about me in which I’ve witnessed. Then he has exposed himself of someone who is capable of hunting and killing or eradicating saying what he needs to say, and doing what it takes with organized stalking groups to get what he wants with endless setup attempts and frame jobs with LAPD and his Judicial Friends. Mike Huntley wanting to sign up to Worlds Gym to have them mentally bludgeon the life out of me with Gym Manager Rodie Morales. While he takes me to strip clubs all across Los Angeles, and trying to get a trash bag of LAPD confiscated marijuana in my house. The Worlds Gym Mike Huntley asked me to signup with him. So that they could have Rodie Morales befriend me while working with LAPD. Creating imaginary investigations while trying to pin things on me, set me up or frame me. This has happened in every state I’ve ever lived in, with rotating people befriending me with the same tactics. Like usual, when they can’t set me up, the worldwide attacks get worse and worse. Jail sentences where the inmates are told to go crazy and mentally batter me to death in setups to tell me not to talk, with refusal to stop the never-ending psychological warfare, mental illness attacks to kill or eradicate. Creating a no win situation where you just end up dead or gone no matter what. One of the death threats was from a psychiatrist with the Perelman family and Police, named Natahlie Krah in Woodland Hills. “If you don’t take medication, you will destroy your life”. It wasn’t stated for health reasons. It was stated as blackmail, and control demands. However, they create falsified mental illness labels to cover up the crimes. So that is when they get what they want. It looks like it was just mental illness and that it was the victim’s fault as a clean way to kill or eradicate and get away with it. Remember that my father Dr Ron Perelman, and the entire family all have psychology degrees. While being thrown in jail or cages for no reason. Just another, 48 years of ongoing tactics in repetitious daily form from a family who hates their 5-year-old. While my family paying off or working with LAPD and the Police Worldwide. Once again, reeling me into mass groups to mob me to death, and try to make me look crazy to set me up to try to get reactions with the Police to Exterminate at all costs out of pure hate and rage for a young child which could not have committed these fictional crimes of melting people with his eyes breathing fire at them from a paranoid psychotic family. Especially lead officer Charles Sean Dinse of LAPD who has been federally sued using his Facebook account to build hate armies of vigilante stalkers. The exact things he is doing to me, in which the Judicial System is doing whatever it takes to cover up with Mental Illness labeling. With his own Nazi belief systems with Chief Michael Moore, and their vigilante community policing programs. Charles Sean Dinse’s posts have been seen on Anti-Homeless forums as well. Federally sued for stalking others like Rex Schellenberger, Rex Schellenberger v. The City of Los Angeles Case: 2:18-cv-07670 with his hate armies doing it to others in which the Judicial System themselves is trying to cover up. echoed The Truman Show. My father’s real estate agent found me a place on Juliana Street in Burbank — before that movie even existed — but later, parallels were drawn to make it look like I was living in some paranoid fantasy inferring aspects of the Trueman show with Jim Carrie, and what’s in the movie. As well is suggestive hints about Playmate Julia Ann. Linking to Skylar real name Stephanie from Colorado with Jason Perelman. This also links to the Playboy prostitute Victoria Walker gave me, and Julia Ann, in it. Once again, the conform to media indirect references on changing hints about Julia’s coming into my life, or media shown or given to me. A psychotic inside joke that never stops where people hint, and laugh that they know of you. But non of them worldwide will ever admit that they know of you. Trying to create the illusion of paranoia, or schizophrenia. Example, when Michael Clarke Duncan, followed me into Woodland Hills Camera in the early 2000’s. Whistling at me like 1000’s of others. Still do to this day. Either they see me and whistle hinting I’m a whistle blower increasing the daily attacks or follow me. If I was to ask Michael Clarke Duncan, how he knows of me, and why they have groups of people whistling at me. He would say “I don’t know you”, and probably with the psychotic smirks I always see these groups do. The Judicial System would then try to spin it as I watched his movies and conform to media. The psychology community has proved this by going crazy from simple Jim Carry quotes or Jokes of mine. They react in anger and rage for showing harmless emotion with the masses. The real questions of importance that I’m told I’m not allowed to ask any about what is going on. Always met with indirect death threats.
Stephanie, on Internet Related Chat (IRC) in the late 90’s, Nickname Skylar Sending me Playmate Julia Hayes’s photo on IRC, saying it was her. Like the Jen Hess and Jesse Jane Tactics. And also, at the same time. The University of Colorado, Copy Center Girl Julia, flirting with me by giving me free copies. To hint about copying or copycats, Julia Hayes, in hopes to invoke fear, reactions or any emotion to collect to use against me with the masses and Judicial System. In these nonstop 48 year Gas Lighting tactics which jump from person to person since 5 years old. Once again, establishing a pattern to me the victim and target look like they suffer from mental illness and are a violent paranoid schizophrenic.
Over time, LAPD is on video with several break-in attempts, Lead Officer Charles Sean Dinse And a female police officer impersonating as FBI agent on one occasion, to plant evidence or provoke reactions with fake probable cause. Others, asking to check if the door is unlocked in fake probable cause accusation to try to get in my house with my psychotic family and plant things in it for illegal arrests in the name of Perelman families false labeling and cover up’s to their 5-year-old child. They cannot be wrong, and the world is not allowed to know the truth. That the foundation itself to build a worldwide conspiracy to commit murder or eradicate is built on complete nonstop 48 years of fiction to the masses out of pure hate and rage for their 5-year-old. The Police, Psychology Community, will do whatever it takes to kill or eradicate to keep this secret covered up. They don’t want the masses knowing that they are committing crimes and being used as puppets to hunt and kill based on complete lies and fabrications. However, this cannot be justified for any reason. If I by harmless items — like a wizard hat for Halloween — people worldwide will go crazy, saying, “See? He’s delusional.” Every gesture became a setup.
At one point, I rented a Hollywood Samurai Prop from a prop shop for a studio photography shoot for a week. For years the community was stalking me as If I committed some kind of crime. For years a black skateboarder vagrant type was stalking me with their privacy violations. Going around the city with a Samurai trying to pose as me. I called him the samurai stalker. Some of the anger is from my family because when I was 13, I was skateboarding around the city, being active, and for some reason this upset them. Same occurred at 14 when I bought a weight bench and started lifting weights and jogging. For each positive thing I do, the world is given out of context lies and defamation to rile them against me. Trying to make each thing about mental illness or instability spewing their poison to the masses with unheard of methods to do this. He was involved in illegal privacy violations like most of the world. He would follow me to Starbucks and other coffee shops trying to provoke reactions with LAPD and the Psychology Community and their mass daily attacks from mass civilian groups. Example, I ordered a new cell phone on eBay, and the next day he was waiting for me to leave my house. Asking me if I had a cell phone he could have. These are the types of privacy violation tactics that are done to me almost daily by worldwide groups as I was finding out in 2001, met with Mike Huntley and LAPD’s Judicial death threats. “World of Paranoia”, “We are using the Judicial System Against you” as I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. That Mike Huntley was sent after me by my family with the police to eradicate or have me killed with these unheard of tactics that must go up to the top of highly classified government organizations like NSA working with the Psychology Community since me talking to even a single individual like Darrell Oon at University of Colorado in 1996, is such a threat to them. And was probably even paid to do it. And it took me years to believe what I was seeing as they reinforced the unspeakable truth daily. I caught the black samurai stalker, breaking into our complex, in which I called 911 and the police on him when I saw he jumped the fence to get in, I am sure the police will tell you otherwise, since they are trying to make me look like someone I’m not to the world with my family. In which my own HOA stalking me that it is trying to cover up. And the HOA hiring security companies like Citi guard, and many others to stalk me, to lock me away, in a worldwide security company terror network that was started as a young child. Some of their elaborate defamation tactics of poisoning the well. As Jason Perelman was told to go out, pointing strobe lights at security guards trying to get them to chase him. Then telling the world it was me, to try to make what they are doing look justified. Defaming my name that everything Jason Perelman and friends has done is me. Then the schizophrenia label cover up’s. With the entire Woodland Oaks Townhouse complex in woodland hills, California to cover up their 26 years of stalking. On all occasions the security companies can speak out about what they witness nightly directed at me. And everyone chooses to lie, provoke, and try to set up or frame daily to lock me away. Showing the Woodland Oaks HOA, is paying them to stalk me, and try to make me look crazy with the Police to cover it up. Because there is no possible reason, anyone on any level would stay quiet about what is going on, unless they want you dead or gone. Since I moved in. From day one the HOA was working with these mass stalking groups around 1999. Told to by my family the Police, Government, and Psychology Community. Trying to cover everything all the way down to 5 years old up. Paying off rotating security companies to stalk me for starting to find out what was going on in 2001, and nonstop for 48 scenarios, like me calling 911 on the samurai stalker when he jumped the fence to get in. This is for a simple green screen photoshoot and artistic composite. showing that like usual, since a young child. Private information on every level is being collected and used with NSA level data mining to the world to use as gas lighting, gang stalking mental illness tactics to eradicate at all costs without physically touching someone. The same events will occur for buying a car. Working on a car, getting food, kissing a black girl at 8 years old, sitting at a park getting fresh air. You name it. For each insignificant behavior, there is worldwide retribution insinuating I have committed crimes by going on and living my life. Or Mike Huntley’s death threats and statement “It’s your behavior” Stating that things like eating at a restaurant, getting into photography, getting fresh air on benches, taking walks. And met with other such death threats by the black community “No relaxing for you nigger”
If I asked what was happening, I was met with death threats and the gaslighting line: “You’re imagining it.”, Trying to silence or intimidate quiet.
Even in and out of jail on these illegal stalking and judicial operations to execute a 5-year-old at all costs, Statements from people and inmates, I needed to “kill my father to stop it.” Especially the ones in jail. Paralleling the movie wizards. Told to try to manipulate me by LAPD in setup operations to try to make me look like a schizophrenic like David Berkawitz. Of course, the more I tell the Police, Them, or anyone else, that they are not going to push me into that situation and it’s going on. The angrier these mass worldwide groups with the Perelman Family, and the Psychology Community get trying to cover up their stalking operations to make me look crazy. Jennifer Pilchick Perelman, Jason Perelman’s wife was even caught online with my screenshots of her stating to her Political Lawyer friend “They need to deem me as crazy” what she doesn’t state, the real reason they are trying to cover up their mass crime spree. And the real reason they want to deem me as crazy. Is for having an opinion about their mass worldwide stalking groups to execute me at all costs since I was 5 years old with the rest of my family and their Judicial Friends. Jennifer Pilchick Perelman ran against Debbie Wasserman Shultz twice for congress. If anyone has something to hide and motive to hunt and kill or eradicate, it would be her. That was the ultimate setup attempt— trying to push me toward reenacting the Wizards ending so they could declare me a violent schizophrenic forever. However, this goes from movie to movie, place to place with rotating tactics. Not just about movies. But conforming to people, lies I’m a car thief, lies I’m a drug dealer. Lies I’ve kidnapped people, from nonstop changing narrative to narrative. The movie tactic is just one of countless eradication tactics.
It’s psychological warfare — plain and simple. Causing daily terror and trauma until ones brain collapses, he kills himself, or he reacts in self-defense while the Judicial System lies saying he’s crazy and committed a crime with refusal to bring in the proof of evidence of innocence with almost all defense attorneys worldwide working with the Judges and Prosecutors, as the perfect method to kill and get away with it with my own family. Mike Huntley “We are using the Judicial System Against you”, “You had better live a careful life”, “I’ve given you enough rope to hang yourself with”, “Your too out of control for California”
When I was 14 years old around 1986, my father took me on what was supposed to be a simple family vacation — a Bahama cruise. At the time, nothing felt scripted or out of place. I didn’t know anything about what was really happening or the larger psychological campaign being built around me.
Only years later, around 2001 at the age of 29, after noticing the worldwide anger and rage, the privacy violations, Mike Huntley’s behaviors and those I let in my office, like Bob Sandler, Tim Thompson, and people Mike was having visit the office, as well as his computer privacy violations with trojans, and routing our network switch next door to my father’s office Golden State Sports medical so they could put things on my computer, take them off and distribute, and watch. As well as give mass worldwide groups access to spy on my computer. To create the appearance of paranoia. As well as surprise visits from Greg Waugh a High School friend I jumped in front of Jason Perelman about to swing a crow bar at because Jennifer yang cheated on Jason. And even Damon Riggins who is heavily involved from Calabasas High with his white IROC-Z Camero, that link to all car groups and auto shops worldwide, working the angles that I’m racist and hate black people and am competing with him. The black football player pretending to compete with the wrestler. Just like the Court Reporter Debbie Wollman linked to Court Reporter, Jay Pilchick, my sister in laws father, tactics working with Van Nuys Courthouse, and worldwide stalking groups, who have no real history of friendship. I began asking Mike Huntley what was really going on — and was met with his anger and death threats — did I start to realize that what happened on that cruise wasn’t random. It was one of the earliest stages in a pattern of psychological conditioning that had been forming my entire life. But the real question is, if I am supposedly the Anti-Christ, as Mike Huntley states. Why did he want to start a business with me? Why did he want me to be close to him while hunting and stalking with unlimited worldwide resources to execute at all costs? Similar tactics of Dr Ron Perelman, Dr Steve Levinson, Anita Perelman, and Arnold Silber countless others with these 2 faced, psychotic tactics which happens sequentially from one stranger to the next for 48 years that you can’t get away from? Normally, those who hate others focus on living their own lives. Not befriending them and dedicating 15 years to them.
On that trip were Jason Perelman and Darrin Moiselle., both hinting about the “Pearlman” spelling. In hindsight, even that detail connects symbolically to the broader Wizards narrative — a story my father had shown us as kids about two wizard brothers, Avatar and Blackwolf, one good and one evil. At the beginning of the trip, Jason Perelman went to the cruise ship store, and purchased a Kershaw pocketknife. I never asked him. He just walked up and gave it to me. Trying to appear generous, and brotherly. What he was really trying to do was invoke a reaction with me inebriated, to try to make me look crazy as if a violent paranoid schizophrenic was running around with a weapon. The same non-stop 48-year tactics as Dr Ronald Perelman, and these anonymous groups worldwide helping them. This events also re-occur with my step father Arnold Silber taking me on a salmon fishing trip somewhere around Alaska around 2010, on a float, in the middle of nowhere. Where the entire float was told to go crazy on me with nonstop provoking, while obviously catching fish and fileting them. Especially with the rest of the Silber family. At no point thinking what they are doing is wrong with pure hatred and hostility for me. For reasons I can’t conceive of. Or over infatismal things that anger them. Like kissing a black girl when I was 8 years old and telling the world with the Jewish community that I’m Anti-Semetic. Especially the Judicial Jewish Community and the Alef Institute. A Jewish Organization that helps the Jewish Community and those in Jail. Ironically, this also relates to the Eric Christianson operations in 1991, Southern Oregon State College for joking around buying the “Lords Gym” Prank T-shirt in the Ashland Oregon Humor T-Shirt Shop. As he was working with Sandiego Police Department, and taking me down to Sandiego in setup or frame job operations with his girlfriend Jennifer’s friend Kat, trying to reenact and out of context situation, and reenacting, throwing the steak knife at Jennifer when she was mad at her. And me taking the knife away and hiding it in my duffle bag so she couldn’t throw it again. Operations my family and police are trying to cover up.
But the real question behind it wasn’t, “Is Kevin Avatar or Blackwolf?”
It was far more manipulative:
“Is Kevin crazy — does he think he’s Avatar or Blackwolf?”
And the motive to make these lies look real to the world with the psychology community and judicial system. With motive to make me dangerous, to incarcerate me for life. Because the Perelman family is afraid of their 5-year-old. And can’t let go of whatever paranoid psychotically obsessed issues they have. In which they don’t even have enough communication skills to address their insecurities.
That single idea became the foundation for five decades of idea-of-reference tactics — for Judicial setups, frame jobs, and worldwide eradication operations. Surrounding me with subtle cues, coincidences, and symbolic parallels so that when I eventually noticed them, the reaction could be weaponized. The goal is to create appearance, to make me delusional. So that the Judicial System can remove a 5-year-old from society. Especially with Dr Ron Perelman’s psychotic empty statements around 2010 with his mass office hate mobs provoking me minute by minute to lock me away for no reason trying to get reactions with one sided arguments. Even statements from my father and Mike Huntley “Your not allowed to Defend Yourself”. Just like the 3 illegal trials in which no defense attorneys will impeach the witnesses with simple questions like. “Have you ever provoked the defendant” While Defense Attorney Richard Barnwell, an African American, of the Johnny Cochran Firm in the 2017 trials tells me to wait outside the court room, walks up to me telling me they dismissed the case. And then issued a warrant for not checking in. Because he intentionally didn’t check me in lying to me. Showing the black communities racial hate for me kissing a black girl when I was 8 years old. In 2013, Lawyer Johnathon Franklin who stole my money states “I’m not going to say anything bad about a Police Officer” showing that no matter what Lawyers I hire, I’m literally being hunted and stalked in methods to cover up. With a Worldwide operation in which I’m not allowed to even ask any questions. Designed to eradicate at all costs with no accountability.
In the 2023 trials, Terrance Scroggins in on over 70 videos of throwing items all over my property to try to get me to chase him. To play victim. He has put over 8 letters on my cars demanding blackmail restitution money with statements like. You’re a Felon, you owe me money. Of course, the courts pay the restitution to the witness if found guilty. At no point with 70 Terabytes of data and proof as any defense attorney I’ve ever paid ask one single question to the witnesses given this data to the courts to prove me innocence. Showing a complet hierarchy to execute a 5 year old with worldwide strangers who I’ve never yet met, or become friends with or on a business level. Showing that what is going on is progressive and systemic to execute a 5 year old at all costs based on newer and newer worldwide fabrications, and the victim and target not allowed to address one issue or even know directly what is going on. A method to exterminate at all costs. Designed to execute. With conform to media mental illness cover up tactics, strategically designed from day one. To make the victim look like he suffers from mental illness and it’s his fault.
. “You know what you did” and when asked in specifics. “People lie, so they aren’t told what they did” showing his psychotic hatred and motive to eradicate his 5-year-old at all costs with worldwide hate mobs, and try to cover it up with coerced false confessions.
Even though I didn’t see it then in 1986, the cruise was full of World War II and propaganda symbolism — Nazi and Japanese references. Due to the fact that we were in international waters, so told. Hinting about my last name PEARLman, like Pearl Harbor, Jason and Darrin took me to the ship bars every night and they ordered B52 and Kamikaze alcohol shots for us. As many as we could drink, every night. Making it legal for 14 and 16 year olds to drink alcohol as stated. As many as we could drink. To hint about WWII AIRPLANES and fighting with war references. Trying to mirror Pearl Harbor Trying to re create that Blackwolf WWII projector— imagery that mirrored the very same scenes in Wizards where Blackwolf projects Nazi war footage to stun and kill the human army. It was a living reenactment — and I was the unknowing subject. Of course, the motive is to make someone look crazy.
The tactic was elegant in its cruelty:
- Surround me with references tied to media and symbolism.
- Wait for me to notice them.
- In hopes to get a reaction with the knife jason and Darrin bought for me for no reason.
- Use my awareness as “proof” of mental illness.
And when I finally started asking questions years later, it became clear that the entire system was built to trigger and record reactions — not to understand, but to accuse.
Because in the end, that’s what this entire machine feeds on — reactions. Emotional, confused, or angry.
The goal is simple:
Get Kevin to react, then call him violent.
Get Kevin to question, then call him paranoid.
It’s always the same outcome with daily nonstop worldwide attacks exponentially growing since 5 years old: make me look like a violent, paranoid schizophrenic who needs to be locked away — not because I am, but because it protects the people orchestrating it. And it can be covered up with no investigations, and no loose ends by the very United States Organizations that state they are hear for the people and to protect them.
The same tactics show up everywhere — recycled, repackaged, and replayed through time, media, and people. Every action, conversation, or coincidence becomes another scripted performance meant to provoke, distort, and reinforce their narrative. As data is shared worldwide across the Internet to create worldwide network terror cells of psychological attacks no matter where I am.
It started subtly in situations like in 1980 at sunny skies day camp after kissing the black girl and my family’s anger and rage. References in songs like Devo’s “Whip It” twisted into racist implications. Then the endless World War II themes: The B-52’s, Kamikaze, Pearl Harbor — all deliberately tied to my last name, Perelman, to create coded associations with war and conflict.
Obviously, not only these knife frame job tactics, but my father and LAPD putting the bullet hole in his 300e Mercedes in 1988 with his .357. And nonstop gun tactics. As I found the bullet hole in his car, in his Garage in Woodland Hills, California. At his house on Avenue San Luis. Around the same time he had the shock collar on his dog Rhoda, mad at her for going into the kitchen. asking him what was going on. Even Paul Humphrey sent after me at 14 with Mike Huntley trying to manipulate me to get his gun for him to see from his gun box. To try to make it look like I took his gun from his locked gun box. Which would be impossible as to it was locked. As well as Eric Christianson’s gun references in 1991 and taking me to San Diego working with Sandiego Police Department in these eradication operations. And also my father with LAPD paying off prostitute Victoria Walker with her boyfriend Criminal Defense Attorney Michael Bialyse to befriend and stalk me with the surprise box and toy dart gun linking to my visual fx supervisor Brian Longbotham who was stalking me right out of college with Modern Video Film, Universal Studios, and most of Hollywood. My father is working with his ex-girlfriend Maria Elena, trying to make a harmless toy look like a real gun. Showing a string of his nonstop hatred to execute his 5-year-old at all costs and cover it all up no matter what it takes. With worldwide support based on one sided Internet Propaganda where you are not allowed to even question what is going on.
The cruise ship years later, the reintroduction of the same Wizards framework — the question of whether “Kevin thinks he’s Avatar or Blackwolf” recycled over and over.
But the setups and frame jobs didn’t stop there. The next stage was sexual provocation and staged entrapments — always framed to make me look unstable, obsessive, predatorial, or delusional. Which start around 1988, 16 years old, at Calabasas High, with Mike Huntley.
When I was sixteen, Jason’s friend Michael Huntley introduced me to Melodie the stripper. It wasn’t innocent. It was an early version of a setup — baiting me into environments where they could later twist or sexualize against me. With stripper frame jobs, weird scenarios where she was doing bachelor parties for 2 different High School Couples getting married. And statements from Mike Huntley of such references about her boyfriend cutting her brake lines while she lived on top of a hill. And her liking vegetables in a sexual way, but at this point, I think he was referring to trying to make me look like a vegetable with their worldwide mental illness tactics.
This is around the time my father found me the job at Star Auto Haus Mercedes with his acquaintance Gabby Angle. To help out on maintenance for Mercedes. Where one employee threw a wrench at me. And they loosened the lug nuts telling me it’s chuck Norris’s car and to drive it home to him in this continuing hostility from stranger to stranger. Of course, if I were watch some Chuck Norris movies, there is most likely one, or a scene, they are referencing to try to make it look like I conform to media. Ironically since my father Dr. Ron Perelman likes to use literals as schizophrenia weapons to create the appearance of crazy. They use the names, like Gabby = Talking, and Angle = to con or manipulate to steal money. As methods to try to make me look crazy. With retaliation to try to make me think in literals. Other saying of my father’s. “No good deed goes unpunished”, and “You don’t know the way the world works”. What this means is anytime I do something nice for someone, or they me. I am stalked and hunted with larger and larger groups hinting about his psychotic references. In retrospect, these are normal phrases we all say. But trying to change the meaning directed at me to try to make me look like a violent paranoid schizophrenic. The reasoning it to try to create the appearance of instability, mental illness, and character attacks with the real attacks from the mass groups of strangers to lock away with crazy labels. His statement ‘You don’t know how the world works” implies that I’m making people stalk and hunt me by being nice or humane to them. Or creating artwork. Buying shirt, clothing, cars, or even talking. But remember, it’s not directly stated that way. I’m just met with Action/Reaction from worldwide conspiring network terror cells. And a method to try to push me out of control to sweep up with his Police and Judicial friends with they smirk and laugh as he’s crazy coverups and humiliation to provoke masked method, even more so.
Another tactic is to try to merge cars with women. If I buy a car, it’s about a woman. Or if I date women, it’s about cars. This seemed to stem from a High School paper I wrote using analogies of car curves to women’s curves, hinting that the crime is in writing a harmless High School project paper. Or more importantly, the Perelman families out of context worldwide lies. That I think this way literally, and not figuratively. Instead of just reading a simple entertaining paper. This also applies to every piece of artwork in 48 years ever created. With worldwide anger, rage, hatred and insanity of people that just can’t look and a piece of art with out obsessing over it and going crazy. Linking back to the disinformation statements fo Dr Ron Perleman “You don’t know the way the world works”. Of these unheard of events.
Brian longbotham took me to a studio edit of “People say the Darndest Things”, Alexis amore working with him states, “It’s the things you say”
This also applies to almost every dialogue for 48 years. Every aspect of my life is collected and taken out of context. If I take a normal phrase, “I used to think my family was the best thing since sliced bread” it’s given out to the world as threats or crazy. Yet it’s a normal phrase that people used to say. Showing that almost every dialogue is twisted and contorted out of context and used worldwide. This is to isolate, and destroy to try to make look crazy or like mental illness to lock away.
Then came the cruise setups involving adult film stars like Alexis Amore, who approached me out of nowhere saying, Remember that tnhis is linked to me building adult websites with many others and rodie morales and the others taking me to strip clubs with lapd.
“I spoke with your brother. You’re a stalker. You’re a stalker.”
It was never random. It was performance — a provocation meant to elicit a reaction they could spin into “proof” of instability.
Everything I did or didn’t do became evidence. Every look, every silence, every emotion. They were manufacturing guilt through behavior.
Even my mother got involved in the psychological cover-up. After repeatedly demanding I “get therapy,” she sat me down and asked,
“What shaped your life?”
It sounded like a caring question, but it wasn’t. It was an accusation disguised as curiosity — implying that media had shaped who I was, rather than years of targeted manipulation, gaslighting, and conditioning. It was their way of rewriting history to cover what they were doing, pretending that my awareness came from TV or movies, not from their own actions.
This is how they framed the lie:
“He’s influenced by media. He can’t separate fantasy from reality.”
Meanwhile, they were the ones choreographing the fantasy — projecting their own Wizards script into real life, with Nazi and war imagery, sexual setups, and social traps — a living psychological production designed to trigger me into reactions they could weaponize.
Every detail in my life became part of their staged theater.
Every person introduced to me was another actor.
Every coincidence was a planted reference.
What began with a movie in 1977 evolved into a worldwide operation — backed by Hollywood insiders like Brian Longbotham, reinforced through law enforcement, and echoed by the psychology community. Together, they turned my life into their ongoing narrative, their “proof.”
Billions of dollars. Thousands of participants. One target.
They call it mental health.
I call it psychological extermination — a weaponized global narrative designed to erase my credibility, isolate me from every form of connection, and justify persecution under the pretense of “concern.”
So I ask again:
Why am I not allowed to know what’s been happening since day one?
Why am I met with anger, hostility, and death threats every time I ask Mike Huntley what’s really going on?
Why do people worldwide violate my privacy, repeat my private details, and act like this is all some kind of joke or social experiment?
Because towards the end, that’s all this is about — getting violent reactions to make me look like a violent, paranoid schizophrenic.
Not to understand me.
Not to help me.
But to build a lifelong justification for eradication — under the illusion of “mental health.”
Around 2004, a Black woman named Ariana, working with Aubrey Fisher, sought me out on MySpace, asking if I would do a photoshoot for her. I agreed to help — she wanted green-screen shots with composited CG background, which was the next thing I was starting to focus on, to get off computers and more around people. After the photoshoot, she wanted to go to PF Chang’s afterwards. During dinner she began interrogating me about my personal life — things she could not have known without police or psychological leaks, including a Mike Tyson–Chun Li digital artwork I had done years earlier in a private University of Colorado art class. If you’re not making the idea of reference connection. She was black, then wanting to hint about Asian Fighters. A nonstop re-occurring tactics since 1996. She was also asking about personal aspects of my life as if to try to find out what is wrong with me. Instead of focusing on something we could both benefit from. Which are continuous lifelong scenarios from almost every anonymous stranger I interact with worldwide since a young child. As if we had a long personal history.
Aubrey Fisher, introduced to me by Rodie Morales, who was my gym manager at Worlds Gym, Mike Huntley Manipulated me to sign up by my house while Rodie Morales was waiting for me, working with LAPD, befriending me, taking me to strip clubs all across Los Angeles. Trying to make me look like some kind of predator, and trying to plant a trashbag of police confiscated marijuana in my house, to try to set me up to make me look like a drug dealer, in which the psychology community is supporting and trying to cover up with my family and LAPD. This was the fourth person told to do this. One in each state I had lived in since going off to college at 18. Eric Christianson at Southern Oregon State College with Sandiego Police, Val Morozov at University of Colorado with Colorado Police, and Rodie Morales with LAPD when I came back to California. Honing right in on me, the minute they met me, already knowing what to do with everyone else city wide.
After I finished the project — a CG composition of her on a chessboard — she turned aggressive on MySpace, twisting it out of context and spreading lies that it was somehow “derogatory.” And lashing out at me in anger and rage. There was nothing inappropriate about it — it was simply art. The art that she contacted me to make for her. Like Hollywood feature films, the very industry I come from that these people seemed to be linked to. But they used it as another pretext to escalate stalking, defamation, death threats, and endless daily worldwide attacks to increase.
When I finally blocked her because she was getting abusive, it enraged them further — proof that these interactions were never about friendship or creativity, but about control, coercion, cover ups, and narrative manipulation. My father, and Mike Huntley on different occasion stated, “You’re not allowed to defend yourself”. Evan a harmless social network block in my life, is considered a crime with worldwide retribution. Like a slave whipped for not picking cotton. The Black community, already primed with fabricated stories from when I was eight years old, took it as fuel to reinforce the lie — that I was dangerous, racist, and mentally ill — when all I had ever done was try to be kind, accepting, and friendly.
This was just one of the many continuations from 8 years old from fabricated scenario to fabricated scenario for giving a black girl a harmless kiss in which a Jewish family could not come to terms with. Then, they began pushing a racist, schizophrenic storyline about me: telling Black communities I was a racist, a white supremacist filled with anger and rage; telling people I was a schizophrenic who either thinks he’s black or hates Black people. They used this to incite Black communities to hunt and stalk me, sending people like Damon Riggins, a Black football player at Calabasas High with his white Camaro, after me when I was sixteen. Working on the non-stop competition tactic. In my life, there can be no acceptance. Any person that you try to accept with common interests ends up, having to be better than you, and working with the Police and worldwide groups to set you up and frame you. It doesn’t matter what job, what hobby, where you go. The tactic will jump from one person to the next, as it has, for 48 years nonstop. Also, weaponizing people’s names for schizophrenia tactics. They even had a Black girl sign up for the boys’ wrestling team at Calabasas High, and worked with the coach (Johno, or Brock Delp) to make her practice with me, so they could claim worldwide that I liked to “beat up Black women.”
Mr. Bailer Auto shop teacher, at Calabasas High. Mr. Bailer was told to stage an incident about. bolting heads onto a 350 chevy cubic inch block. He stated to the class that the torque on a head bolt was something like 120 foot pounds of torque. I stated to Mr. Bailer it was around 70-foot pounds of torque because I was one of the few in the class that actually had experience. Mr. Bailor stated I was wrong, and ended up embarrassing himself to the class, snapping the head bolt. After this, Tom Farley was told with Craig Diamond to cheat on the Auto shop tests, and ask me for the answers with Craig Diamond, as setup and frame jobs to defame my name worldwide by attacking my credibility. Not only that, the world was told I was competing with Mr. Bailer just like Damon Riggens as cover up’s, by trying to help him in front of the class not embarrass himself and stop him from snapping the head bolt. Showing that for each positive, or scenario. Each and every one is taken out of context and given out worldwide on Internet propaganda defamation channels, to rile the masses against me. And drag my name through the mud. Later years coming back from University of Colorado, Tom Farley, and Craig Diamonds hatred and rage to stalk and eradicate me at all costs with my family had grown in immense proportions. Tom Farley, who went to University of the Pacific (UOP) – Stockton, CA, and based on his non-stop years of lifetime behavior with their worldwide hate armies, I’m pretty sure that he chose, or even was told to choose that school for Idea of reference messages about stalking sent my direction. Especially with their strip club tactics with all the strippers, and porn stars worldwide, was the first of so called friends maybe around 6 years old sent after me by my family, and the government.
By the early 1990s, that narrative matured into something far bigger.
In 1994, as the Internet and mass networking were emerging, Jason Perelman, my brother, the police, the family and the psychology community saw an opportunity to weaponize my defamation globally. What had been city-to-city prejudgment became a planetary operation. With one click, out-of-context stories and fabricated accusations could be spread to thousands, millions, even billions; within minutes they were “known” worldwide with building Internet, network terror cells with groups of people to coordinate setup, frame job, and endless psychological terror attacks, no matter where I was in the world. For network terror cells to take over at each and every public place.
That was the real inflection point. The original “poisoning of the well” became a global weapon, turning every interaction into an ambush. From that moment forward, no conversation, friendship, job, or hobby was untouched. After Mike Huntley’s death threats in 2001, while noticing what was going on, I could not focus on any aspect of normal life; I was forced into survival mode, trying to understand, and fighting to expose or stop what was happening, while every protest or “wiggle” was collected and used against me to reinforce the “violent paranoid schizophrenic” narrative. Especially, by asking Mike Huntley what was going on, met with the barrage of death threats from LAPD and the Judicial System. And worldwide justifications to remove me from society at all costs by the masses with the Police, Government, Judicial System and Psychology Community still going on today 24 years later on daily attacks after finding out.
The system works in two parts:
Prejudgment: Label the target at a young age. Feed out exaggerated, out-of-context, or false stories so that every new person already “knows” of him. Or thinks they know him.
Rotating Key Players: Insert people into the target’s life — handlers, “friends,” romantic interests, business contacts — to provoke, bait, frame, cry wolf, and entrap. Or just spew out any lie worldwide they can create. When one leaves, another steps in.
By the mid-1990s, the Internet supercharged this process. Instead of one handler at a time, it became networks of handlers, worldwide groups, and corporate resources used to frame and isolate, kill or eradicate. The anger and rage “jump” from person to person because everyone entering my life has already been briefed on the same script. And when they can’t get what they want, they coordinate newer and newer group stalking operations in setups, frame jobs, defamation, and attacks with privacy violations on every level known to man. Their tone, expressions, setups, frame jobs, provoking’s, smears, street theater and “jokes” are virtually identical.
This is not what normal human life looks like. Despite what Ron Perelman says. As a matter of fact, nothing like this on any level has occurred in the history of humanity against a single person, if someone dislikes you, they tell you why; you resolve it or you part ways. In my case, the pattern is always:
vague hints like, with no real specific meaning (“You know what you did …Your past caught up with you …World of paranoia …You had better live a careful life …You had better accept what’s going on or it will get a lot worse for you …It’s your behavior …You’re weird …You think differently …I’ve given you enough rope to hang yourself with …You had better live a careful life …We are using the judicial system against you …Whistleblower death threat whistling at me”) followed by worldwide, 24/7 daily. Never ending attacks, setups, frame jobs, mental illness tactics.
no specific accusation or dialogue, nothing is about anything, no punchline to the “joke” or then some statements about me not being able to see myself. But the issues of people who have never met me, or know me personally, aren’t allowed to be discussed to resolve the worldwide smears.
a reset with the next person who acts out the same script
And stalking groups hunting me over their own warped ideologies with mass angry mobs, and belief systems instead of accepting that the other person is different than them and they focus on their own lives.
LAPD’s statements with refusal to take hundreds of police reports, that I’m making people hunt me to kill me. by buying T-Shirts, clothing, hats, cars, watching horror movies shown to me by Jason Perelman and Friends as a child, Photography, Playing Pool, and Pool Tournaments, Going to Gyms, Buying Cars, Going to Car Groups, Taking too many walks, or jogging, Going to public places and relaxing, having a sense of humor, showing emotion, or my personality. Because someone might not like or approve. Normally, if someone doesn’t like someone. They are not allowed to hunt them and kill or eradicate them especially with mas groups. Which is on the law books. Proving that these are Police and Government stalking operations since a very young age.
It is extremely rare for anyone to invest years befriending someone just to set him up or lock him away or torture and kill them. Yet since five years old I have not met a single person who wasn’t already hunting, stalking, or primed to entrap me before ever meeting me. This is the essence of The Perelman’s Poison — a planetary system of prejudgment and covert nonstop provocations and harassments masquerading as concern, a joke, or a game while trying to brainwash the victim into believing it’s his fault.
The cover story always changes. If you can spark a dialogue, the excuse shifts:
“You did this” becomes “Actually you did that” becomes “It’s your behavior” becomes “Your past caught up with you.” Direct dialogue almost never happens. It’s always vague hints, never specifics. The goal is not truth but perpetual destabilization.
And almost any dialogue is usually about collecting reactions from the never ending 48 years of attacks to use against you. And not about the fact there is an ongoing terror campaign, of attacks of upwards of one billion worldwide attacks per day. Exponentially growing since 5 years old, Always protecting, the conspiracy to commit murder. And not admitting that conspiracy to commit murder on a 48-year planetary conspiracy is the crime of all crimes. Even if it is isolated to a single incident. Example if I go to a car meet, and 60 people provoke me in 5 hours. The only thing of concern will be if there were to be a reaction. But at no point ever are the 60 provoking’s in unheard of forms to look stealth with mental illness tactics, ever addressed. No matter how blatantly obvious. Example, showing up every week with newer and newer car vandalisms. Even for years. Is not talked about, looked the other way. Not reported to the police on my behalf, while the police refuse to take police reports and investigate. And the people who briefly befriend you to provoke and terrorize you with the police, don’t want to admit what is going on is wrong. Trying to escalate situations as never-ending setups to eradicate with the police because my family’s hatred for their 5-year-old. They just want some kind of reaction to say. “Look what he did now”
This tactic even extended into business. I bent over backwards to help Mike Huntley, Bob Sandler, Tim Thompson, and others with start-up’s and creative work, only to later be hit with passive-aggressive “you’re obsessed” or shown media like Joe Cartoon’s “frog in a blender” comical YouTube and flash based cartoon, intended as death-threat jokes — hints about “obsessional looping you to death.” These weren’t random comments or visual cues; they were part of the same script, designed to provoke reactions and build a narrative of “Kevin’s filled with anger and rage; we need to do something about him.” And of course, trying to get me to say something about it to try to make me look like a Violent Paranoid Schizophrenic. And figure out ways to get me to starve in the streets or be swept up by the police to be put in mental facilities. In which Lead Officer Charles Sean Dinse posts Los Angeles times articles about forcing people into mental facilities on his third illegal arrest and trial with paid off corrupt Van Nuys courthouse judges. Re-enforcing Mike Huntley’s Death Threats in 2001, and conspiracy to commit murder “We are using the Judicial System Against you” In other words, we are going to mentally bludgeon your skull in, until we get reactions to lock you away.
Jason Perelman’s connection ties it all together. He repeatedly sent women after me or introduced them under the guise of dating or Internet Friends — redheads named Skylar off internet related chat told to stalk me from Florida with the Police, where Jason Perelman lives (real name Stephanie) stalking me, and many others on Internet chats, a red-head nurse friend of his in Florida he introduced me to when he invited me up there at the same time of meeting Stephanie in Florida. Even porn star Alexis Amore, linked to Brian Longbotham, and Tim Thompson, luring for over 30 years daily while dealing with minute by minute worldwide attacks with no options to gravitate towards sane people, no matter what direction I go. Trying to force me down paths of destruction— only to have them later flip the script, calling me “stalker” and “pathetic loser” while claiming to have “spoken with my brother.” He was even creating false narratives about these women blasting the smears worldwide. Example, I went out on a single date with his redhead nurse friend. She then asked me to go out on another date, double teaming me with my brother. He then approaches me telling me (She’s not going to marry you”), poisoning the well, while trying to make me look obsessed, or not mentally grounded. Like usual, nothing even happened. A lot of these women were probably paid off. Like criminal defense Lawyer Michael Bialyse with his prostitute girlfriend Victoria Walker by Brian Longbotham. And his Rudy The Rubber Puppet show interviewing Porn Stars with a condom on a stick on the Public Access TV Channel.
This pattern goes back decades. In high school, college and even when I left California for Southern Oregon State College, girls like Kelly Hatch were told to follow me from Calabasas High to Southern Oregon State College playing victim, under police direction. Teachers, professors and strangers were told I was a “monster” before I ever entered the room.
That is the question this writing raises:
How is it possible that a 53-year-old has never had a single genuine friend who wasn’t already primed with out-of-context lies and stalking in conspiring groups, before ever meeting him in any place worldwide? And refusal to admit to what’s going on, and discuss anything on any level about it to resolve the situation?
How can identical behaviors, gestures and cover stories replicate across four to seven billion civilians, police and government agencies, unless there is conspiring, and coordination?
The answer is The Perelman’s Poison: a system where anger and rage are pre-installed, excuses are endlessly recycled or newer and newer ones created, and every act of kindness or normality is turned into “proof” of instability.
They didn’t stop at childhood incidents. My Jewish identity and my everyday life became tools for manipulation — and decades later these tactics are still being used against me.
When I turned thirteen and had my bar mitzvah — a rite of passage that should have celebrated becoming a man — my family reacted with inexplicable anger. They twisted it into another piece of their narrative. They used the idea of a bar mitzvah — even the word “bar,” hinting at the California Bar Association — to imply I was somehow merging Judaism with the courts, feeding the story that I was delusional or “crazy.” They brought in devout Jewish lawyers like Shep Zebbermin, friends with all the Van Nuys Court House Judges, pretending to represent me, manipulated by my family while taking huge amounts of money, to make it seem like I was desperately trying to “salvage my reputation” because I was unstable. They wanted to portray me as a man who couldn’t tell religion from reality. And refused, no matter how much proof I had of my innocence, especially on video. To impeach witnesses or dumbing down the arguments. While trying to manipulate me into situations to make me look crazy. Or like I was trying to get out of it.
But this conform to media tactic actually started much earlier — as far back as 1977, when I was five. My father Ron took me to see Wizards by Ralph Bakshi. From that moment on, he and my family began using the film as a model for psychological conditioning. They essentially cast my brother Jason as the “evil wizard” and me as the “avatar” hero — a hint-hint manipulation that I was “living out” a fantasy world. It was an early effort to frame me as schizophrenic by planting movie archetypes onto my life, laying the groundwork for later tactics.
At A.E. Wright Middle School, around 8th grade, the same pattern continued. Brian Weaver. was told to bully a boy named Ryan Hearsh. for maybe ten minutes. Then the principal was told it was me. The world was told I had attacked Ryan. Out-of-context information became part of a larger lie. Even the name Hearsh was twisted — “chocolate” — linking to earlier false racial narratives (“Kevin beats up Black girls,” “Kevin hates Black people”). In truth, Ryan Hearsh. wasn’t Black at all; it was just another manipulation. Re-enforcing the lies about the Black girl I kissed at sunny skies day camp as they brought in the band Devo, to sing “Whip It”
At the same time, In Mrs. Vaughn’s English Class, in 8th grade. My mother was furious that I liked a girl named Christy Reynolds. I was shy, glancing at her like any normal boy. At one point, Christy asked me why I kept looking at her. But I was too shy to tell her I liked her. My mother told people those looks were “death stares,” that I was filled with anger and rage, trying to threaten women — the same way she had twisted an innocent childhood kiss with a Black girl into “proof” I was dangerous. Right after that, Tom Farley. became friends with a girl named Tracy Peekos. This was no random friendship. It was seeded as another “idea of reference” schizophrenia tactic: hinting about “glancing,” “peeking,” and “you can’t see yourself” messages. It was a staged way to reinforce my mother’s false narrative — that normal attraction was actually threatening behavior — and to show me “proof” through Tom’s actions that I was supposedly being mirrored or mocked. However, mockings from friends don’t usually turn into worldwide executions where you’re not allowed to ask questions. Like “What’s going on”
This psychological anchoring even extended to pop culture. Around that same period, the movie Creepshow came out. It featured an Obsessive Compulsive, racist, bigoted millionaire who hoarded wealth named Upson Pratt, abused his Black superintendent named Carl Reynolds, and ultimately dies in a karmic style death being that his entire body is consumed in exponentially growing cockroaches, invading his house until the ending of his body falling apart while cockroaches emerge and exit his body in the thousands.
My mother seized on this dynamic. She began telling me the kitchen floor in our house was “entirely consumed with cockroaches,” mirroring the film. Then she tried to make it look like I somehow “identified” Christy Reynolds (the girl at school) with Reynolds, the superintendent from Creepshow, and that I “thought I was inside the movie.” In reality, I had never made any such connection or statement.
This was part of the “Kevin conforms to media” tactic — fabricating one-to-one mappings from movies to my real life to paint me as a dangerous schizophrenic. They wanted to show “proof” to others that I was crazy and couldn’t separate fiction from reality, even though it was them who were manufacturing the parallels behind my back. By the time I asked what was going on at 29 years old in 2001, they refused to answer. They wanted to manipulate me into a coerced false confession that I was schizophrenic, while in reality they were the ones suffering from obsessional delusions and building false narratives around me from their paranoid psychotic behaviors. This was when I was met with my friend and business partners death threats while I was noticing the trojans had been put on my computer, and Mike Huntley routing the network switch, into Golden State Sports Medical where my father and his employee’s with Worldwide groups could Gang stalk and Gaslight me, by taking things off the computer, putting things on the computer, and watching and collecting everything I do to twist out of context, and build larger and larger worldwide defamation campaigns to rile the masses against me.
At this time, the pattern hardened. My mother Anita Perelman was exerting her control issues stating, “Your past caught up with you.” Also stating “Go to a psychiatrist and tell them everything.” With a very enforcing manipulating angry covert tone. When I could get some of my equilibrium back from life changing instantly from what I thought was a normal life, to the semi realization of a worldwide execution in which I couldn’t define or believe I was seeing. And asked her what she mean by, “Your past caught up with you”. She lied saying she had never said that. However once I picked up on her personality of 24 years of abuse afterwards. I noticed that she had trained her own personality pathologically do these little verbal stabs or interrogations while people were listening to my phone calls worldwide or they were being transcribed for the world to have, and then say, “I never said that” almost routine. In methods on almost every dialogue ever. To try to manipulate, setup, or frame, by having mass groups stalk me. Try to get me angry at her or other people. Say anything on any level to get to the world, and police to use against me. These tactics also being done on any technology, computer as well since 1994. To terrorize and rile the masses against me.
Example one girl sent after me named Jennifer Hess with Paul Humphrey would call me on the phone, telling me she wasn’t in an area to check her emails. Could I log in and check her email for her. At this point the world was told, or with the trojans, seeing one sided events leaving out the phone calls creating one sided or out of context situations to frame with a worldwide audience. And to create the emotions of that of a reality show. To create the appearance, I was not well grounded and needed to be eradicated at all costs. However if it wasn’t about conforming to media. Then it was supposedly about doing creepy things to the women you date. Jumping sequentially from person to person worldwide, now for over 48 years. In Worldwide network terror systems built around me. And each public location acting as a connected network terror cell of worldwide gangs talking operations to eradicate a 5-year-old at all costs. And no method to defend yourself. In which the Police and Psychology community who is behind It with my family would say it’s a crime. With lies your imagining it and suffer from mental illness.
She refused to explain what she meant. It wasn’t advice — it was manipulation, a coercive attempt to push me into false confessions so the psychology community could label me “crazy,” continuing the same lie from when I was five with clear and obvious intent to remove from society. Right before, when noticing everything and asking what was going on, Mike Huntley. delivered his famous death threat: “World of Paranoia“ “We are using the judicial system against you”, “You had better live a careful life”, “ Have a good life now” while dropping papers on my desk in front of me. About using psychological warfare to control or kill people in South Korea by their Government.
A few years later, the script repeated in new form. Around 2005, my father bought a lake house in Victorville, California with his lawyer friend Ryan Golds. from Agoura, California — ironically the same first name as Ryan Hearsh from 1982. Ryan Golds. and my father began using the property as a vacation house, to bring me to, while Ryan Golds. played the same role — trying to “bully me to death” as if he were Ryan Hearsh. Thirty years later getting revenge for what Brian Weaver did. It was a non-organic, karmic-style punishment for something I never did, recycled from childhood rumor into adult persecution. Here was a lawyer — a grown man with my father and other attorneys — declaring “your kind need to die,” as though this was some righteous continuation of a ten-minute school incident. When that narrative fell apart, they switched again: “Kevin’s imagining it,” “he’s too sensitive,” “he has mental illness.”
Decades later, the same method was still in motion. In 2023, Shep Zebbermin, a devout Jewish lawyer with my family who wore a kippah, was introduced as another “helper.” To defend me against the next LAPD setup operations with the neighbors and worldwide groups. Instead, he stole $50,000 while pretending to represent me with his Van Nuys courthouse, Judge Friends linked to my family, violating his oaths to the California Bar Association. This is something like Lawyer number seven told to do the same things to lock me away, working with the same judicial and community networks that had targeted me since childhood. The faces changed, but the operation remained the same — lawyers, family, and community figures cycling through roles to isolate and erase me. Some of the other Lawyers are involved in some of these other illegal arrests and police and government stalking operations. Johnathon Franklin from Beverly Hills, Richard Barnwell from the Johnny Cochran Firm, Lawyer Seymour Amster. And thousands of the paralegals and co-workers at these law firms, lashing out in anger and rage on the phones while trying to collect reactions to use against me. While trying to get legal representation. To stop any aspect of self-defense and courtroom honesty. Afterall both Mike Huntley, and Ron Perelman state “You’re not allowed to defend yourself” which changes context to anything based on survival. While actually trying to make me look crazy in front of Judges, by trying to get me to represent myself in literals as well working their idea of reference tactics.
They also tried to control my relationships under false cultural pretenses. It is unheard of in authentic Jewish life to demand that someone only date Jewish women and avoid all others, yet my father lectured me “You don’t know the way the world works,” even as he dated women of every race. The hypocrisy was not about faith but about control — brainwashing me to accept my own demise as my fault.
Even if you take their story at face value — that my family, with its psychology degrees, was simply “trying to figure out what’s wrong” with me — the response to my questions makes no sense.
After finding out at the age 29 onward, whenever I asked, “What is this about? What’s going on?,” I wasn’t met with concern, explanation, or resolution. I was met with anger, rage, and death threats.
Mike Huntley (2001): “We are using the judicial system against you. Have a good life now. You had better live a careful life.”, ”World of Paranoia”, “I’ve given you enough rope to hang yourself with”
Anita (2001): “Your past caught up with you. Go to a psychiatrist and tell them everything.”
Countless variations of “Don’t talk or we kill you,” repeated through worldwide groups, daily or weekly with minute by minute worldwide attacks upward of one billion per day. Since 1994, but noticing in 2001.
If this were truly about “help” or “concern,” it would look like transparency:
“This is what we’ve observed. This is what’s worrying us. Let’s resolve it together.”
That has never happened. Instead, the message has always been:
“We’re concerned — but if you ask questions, we hunt and kill you.” “We want to help you — but you must go to our therapists and give coerced false confessions.”
Common sense says this is not concern; this is an eradication program. The behavior doesn’t match the stated motive. It’s a coordinated operation masquerading as help.
As a matter of fact, around 2012, I decided to go to a therapist named Karine Echigian in woodland hills, showing proof of photographs, and videos and these mass stalking community groups she was already aware of in which she didn’t want to divulge anything truthful while trying to cover it all up. I invited my father Ron Perelman to do joint therapy because I knew what he was doing with his office and worldwide groups. This is when the first set up illegal arrests with Officer Charles Sean Dinse, and Jenso, and Ron Perelman’s cover up’s with LAPD and the Psychology Community really started to escalate. Resolving the situation is not an option. Only me dead or gone from their hatred for of 5-year-old no matter what age he is at. Not only this, but all of our conversations were being leaked out of the office to community, if not world. In a once again one sided argument out taking things out of context to try to get coerced false confessions. While trying to create the appearance of paranoia.
This was the point she contacted a neighbor in my townhouse complex named Terrance Scroggins. He was told to run up to me yelling that supposedly I had glued his mailbox shut. When I told her about this situation. She had a version of my dialogue from Terrance Scroggins. Showing unethical, setup attempts and frame job operations. Showing that she with my family and LAPD were not concerned about my health, a good life, honesty, and a safe environment to resolve issues. She was concerned with one thing. Me dead and gone so the Psychology Communities dirty secrets, and government agendas, and operations could not come to light. Obviously protecting the psychotic father as well. Because he is an Orthopedic Surgeon, with a Secondary Psychology Degree.
Terrance Scroggins is on over 270 videos trying to provoke me into reactions to set me up with the LAPD and Psychology Community. LAPD will not take one police report. Lawyers will not impeach any of the witnesses. No matter how much proof is on video. Even though the video is online for the world to have. Judges Purger Themselves, Prosecutors Purger Themselves, Witnesses are told to Purger Themselves. Complete Judicial Misconduct. And all the Jurors lie say they do not know of me, no matter how obvious things get. And it on record and transcripts. With Police death threats for having the proof. And Internal Affairs trying to cover it all up.
Death threats from psychiatrists Natalie Krah in Woodland Hills, California. “If you don’t take medication, you will destroy your life. She didn’t mean it in regard to mental illness. She meant it in regard to blackmail demands with the Police, Government, and Psychology community. However, anyone with common sense knows medication isn’t going to cure a worldwide eradication operation. Especially with a psychotic father, and family trying to plant, guns, and drugs in my house paying off LAPD to hunt and exterminate with 4 – 7 billion vigilante civilians helping. Medication is designed for mental illness. Not a person being stalked and gas lighting tactics by the police.
Why the Anger Comes from Strangers
This is one of the most revealing parts of the whole system: the anger and rage aren’t coming from the people who supposedly “have a grievance.” They’re coming from random strangers who weren’t even alive when these accusations were invented.
I’m 53 years old. If I buy a coffee from a 20-year-old anywhere in the world, that random 20-year-old lashes out at me with the same scripted contempt and provocation, acting as if “my past caught up with me.” She wasn’t even born when any of this allegedly happened. She has no personal stake in it. And yet she’s furious — why?
There’s no logical explanation other than a coordinated system. If the accusations were true, why would a complete stranger care? How would she even know? Why would she feel personally justified in lashing out at someone she’s never met?
The answer is: she doesn’t. The anger isn’t organic. It’s seeded. It’s scripted. It’s coming from a worldwide network of people who’ve been fed false information, coordinated through law enforcement, psychology circles, and my family’s narrative. It’s “programmed outrage,” not actual grievance.
This single fact — strangers far too young to have any direct knowledge behaving as if they’re avenging something from the 1970s or 1980s — tells you everything you need to know. The motive is not “concern,” it’s eradication. It’s a hunting operation built on pre-loaded narratives, not justice or help.
And that’s why, even if their stories were true (and they’re not), it still makes no sense. The only scenario that fits the behavior is something so horrific and unspeakable that it wouldn’t even make sense in normal life — something out of a science fiction movie. In reality, what they’re hiding is the system itself: a lifelong pre-crime persecution and narrative designed to make me accept my own destruction as “my fault.”
The Handlers and Corporate Networks
From childhood onward, people were deliberately placed into my life to provoke, manipulate, and report back. They weren’t coincidences or ordinary acquaintances — they were part of a coordinated handler system.
Two of the most consistent and long-running figures were Paul Humphrey and Mike Huntley, who entered my life around the age of fourteen and remained embedded for more than a decade.
Paul and Mike — The Paired Handler Model
Paul first appeared at A.E. Wright Middle School in eighth grade, right as Brian Weaver and Tom Farley were beginning their early stalking and gas-lighting tactics. I remember joking around in the locker room — sniffing a sock, joking that it smelled good next to Paul opening up his locker, clowning the way teenagers do — when Paul suddenly inserted himself into my space, the beginning of a pattern that would repeat for decades. He was a year below me, but by tenth grade he re-emerged at Calabasas High School in the cafeteria line a few days after me mouthing off to a person named Jason Gordan who had punched me in the stomach a few years prior. Telling him, “Try punching me now”, after taking wrestling. And Paul quickly re-attached himself to me through Mike Huntley, and Jason Perelman, showing up in the cafeteria line, a few days later, to cover up the prior scenarios Jason Gordan and Jason Perelman, Robbie Leff, and Family were involved in. As cover up’s to make sure nothing truthful came to light to the citywide hate audience they were defaming my name.
Both were tied in some way to Jason Perelman, my brother. Paul’s older brother Joe Humphrey had been in Jason’s class, and Mike had originally been one of Jason’s friends from lost hills, California, through Jason’s friend Mitch Viner, who latched on to me later. Mike played the role of the calm, analytical “alpha” — the rational one who always seemed to be above the chaos — while Paul was the strange, boundary-pushing “goofy friend.” Together they formed a deliberate good-cop / bad-cop dynamic.
Mike would subtly reference government systems like NSA Carnivore, acting as if he were just interested in technology, while going door to door selling NSA Water Filtration units, but the purpose was psychological: to make me sound paranoid if I ever repeated what he’d said. Years later, it became obvious that this wasn’t random talk — he was working within government-linked psychological operations designed to gas-light, destabilize, and ultimately destroy me under the guise of “mental health.” It was pre-meditated conditioning meant to create the illusion of paranoia, so that when I noticed the real surveillance, no one would believe me.
Both men were connected to LAPD-affiliated security networks. Before I ever began visiting the Starbucks shopping plaza at Topanga and Ventura Boulevard in Woodland Hills, Paul had already worked security there — the very same complex where John Paul Naranjo of Boyd’s & Associates Security would later assault me, punching me seven times in the back of the head. That wasn’t a bar fight or misunderstanding; it was an attempted kill — paid for by LAPD and Starbucks management as part of their ongoing “No Relaxing for You Nigger” death-threat and daily minute by minute, worldwide mental battering still going on today, campaign. But John Paul Naranjo was mad that I had photographed proof of Starbucks Corporations Paperwork showing their Fabricated Lies about me. Defaming my name worldwide to rile mass hate groups to hunt me to have me killed or eradicated at almost every location worldwide. With every coffee shop worldwide told to take part and help. At one point in around 2004, Starbucks Employee Garrett States. “It’s your transgressions” Showing he was working with LAPD to stalk and eradicate at all costs. To try to escalate scenarios to make the victim and target, look like the aggressor with the Judicial System and their daily worldwide attacks.
The coincidence of two attackers named Paul was not coincidence at all. These operations rely on wordplay and literal symbolism to craft an illusion of schizophrenia — “Paul and Paul,” “see patterns where none exist.” It’s weaponized perception management, the manipulation of meaning itself.
Paul, Jen Hess, and the Porn-Star Frame Jobs
Paul also collaborated closely with Jen Hess, a woman who presented herself as a porn performer under the alias “Jessie,” clearly hinting toward the adult actress Jessie Jane. Like others before her, she began online through IRC (Internet Relay Chat), developing what looked like a casual friendship while luring me into one of these sequential illegal entrapment and frame job operations. She carried a handgun in her purse, acted unstable, flirted, and deliberately mimicked symptoms of schizophrenia — a performance meant to mirror onto me.
When I eventually performed a routine background check and discovered her real name and life — a married woman with a child — she turned it around, claiming I had “stalked” her. At one point, she even called me on the phone, saying someone with a mask hat hit her. The next day coming over with no actual bruises, creating suspicion. That discovery enraged Paul, not because I’d crossed a line, but because I had been becoming aware that something very strange was going on. Off the top of my head I can recall at least six different IRC women directly tied to Paul’s coordination with LAPD alone, all running variations of the same playbook: befriend, lure, provoke, accuse, and work on methods to discredit my personality from private communications to the masses, then disappear.
Jen’s purpose was to bait and entrap, to fabricate obsessive-stalker narratives that LAPD and Starbucks and worldwide anonymous strangers, could recycle as “proof” of instability. These were paid-off hit operations through unconventional methods — psychological and reputational assassinations rather than bullets — but with the same intent: to destroy a target and erase accountability.
In the end, what really upset these mass worldwide enraged groups that say they don’t know of my and I’m imagining their daily attacks, and inuendoes that I supposedly did this or that, was the fact the I ran a background check on her, finding out her real name wasn’t Jessie, but Jennifer Hess. And that when she was running around saying she was pregnant with my child trying to lock me into something freaky. I had spoken with her husband on the phone. Which he laughed, saying that she wasn’t pregnant. At this point the angle switched to I need to get help for blurring the lines and boundaries with a psychotic family who can’t even conceive of what real boundaries are while putting trojans on my computers and paying off people to befriend me to own me as slaves while telling me what I can and can’t do. Like getting into studio photography, playing pool, working on cars, taking walks after dark, or dating girls that aren’t Jewish with their hypocritical psychotic issues. And working with LAPD and the Psychology Community, putting bullet holes in cars telling the world it was me. And countless events similar to these.
It mirrored the earlier Skylar (Stephanie) operation from Florida. She was sent by Jason Perelman while I was at the University of Colorado. Sending me a photo of herself on IRC stating that she was Playmate Julia Hayes, trying to make me look crazy. After years of online contact, she flew me out, picked me up, brought me home, performed oral sex, then said she needed to go to the airport, as I stated I wished we had more time. They staged a phony police pullover — a designed scare tactic. When I stated aloud wished we’d had more time, she said, “Sure you do.” Later, when she wanted to come to California and I was busy with work, she snapped: “If you want to be my friend, I’m going to treat you like shit.” That line became the global motto of the handlers — every new contact since has repeated the same behavioral formula: be my friend so I can punish you. But of course, not once in revenge, every human being worldwide told to do it as cover up’s for the real extermination agenda.
Back in Colorado, They even echoed Skylar’s deception by having her claim she was Playmate Julia Hayes while women named Julia appeared around campus to reinforce the illusion.
Similar scripts were running in parallel. In the campus copy center near The Connection pool hall, a girl name Julia, like Julia Hayes’s name, flirted by giving me free copies, hinting about “copies” and “copycats.” The entire setup was symbolic — behavioral mimicry used to create the illusion of paranoia, an “idea-of-reference” trap.
After being manipulated back to California around 1997, by Mike Huntley, Anita Perelman, and Ron Perelman, so they could get me closer to them and ramp up their failing setup and frame job operations.
At the same time, Paul and Mike staged social situations to fabricate emotional instability — for example, arranging for Paul to date women I’d met online to make it look like I was jealous or obsessive, or provoking arguments so they could later tell people I was “abusive toward Paul.” Instantly after I went out on a date with a girl who went by the screen name Honey. Paul instantly and coincidently went out on a date with her. And yet were not in the same social circles.
Later on, Paul would introduce me to a girl from Moline Illinois, named Lisa Marie, who was stalking me with Paul, working on the boundary, credibility tactics. And parallel timing of Criminal Defense Attorney Michael Bialys, and his Prostitute girlfriend Victoria Walker working with Porn Star Lisa Ann, in similar defamation narratives to the world. Especially the Adult Industry where I started building Adult Websites. Trying to make it look like I was stabbing my friends in the back and similar changing scenarios. Where things really get strange is Lisa Marie was linked to Rodie Morales my gym manager at Worlds Gym, working with the Police to try to plant drugs in my house to frame me as a drug dealer. And everyone in the gym, as well as worldwide knew of my interactions with Lisa Marie which of course, nothings were over dramatized to be end of the world scenarios.
The purpose was always to magnify tiny moments into global defamation. Every joke, every vented frustration, was documented and exported as “evidence.”
Jen Hess’s stunt wasn’t isolated. She was walking around with a gun while posing as “Jessie,” overlapping with the same Starbucks plaza where John Paul Naranjo had attacked me — proving coordination between LAPD, Starbucks, Boyd’s & Associates, and my family’s networks.
Later, Jessie Jane, the real adult actress, even appeared in one of these stalking sequences, following me into a Jamba Juice with a male friend who whistled at me, with their whistleblower death threats — linking the events in plain sight.
This was also done with Actor Michael Clarke Duncan before he passed away following me into Topanga Camera, in Woodland Hills, California.
Rude comments from actor and comedian Yakov Smirnoff in a Bar in Woodland Hills. Showing that my family sent or paid off Brian Longbotham to hunt and stalk me to have me killed or eradicated instantly while getting into 3D Animation and Visual FX, on summer internships while at University of Colorado. At modern Video Film, in Burbank California. Flying back for summers. With the family’s anger and rage I was focusing on aspects of my life that would provide a good future for myself.
Brian Longbotham paid off by the Perelman Family with LAPD to smear my name worldwide in the entertainment industry, and every other industry. At one point, even frame jobs at a malibu Starbucks, where Brian said to me. “Let’s go to Starbucks and play Paparazzi” where he had Tia Lioni, and Martin Sheen come down and told me to take their pictures after buying one of the first-generation cheesy digital cameras. Them mad at me for getting back into Photography after my college classes where I was being stalked by Jason Perelman’s friend Mike Wexler and the Police for taking a Photography class in college.
Worldwide groups running around labeling me a Paparazzi trying to justify stalking and hunting me with worldwide groups. And trying to make me think this harmless act of taking photos of celebrities in public is the end of the world, and killing is justified over it. Especially with people who want to be photographed, and imagery is public domain. If I were to have to confess these non-crimes to someone like a psychiatrist, and they were honest. They would say. Who would care about that, then labeling me as too sensitive. Showing the Perelman family disinformation tactics with worldwide support.
These tactics were also done with another blond porn star at the Starbucks in Encino named Daniel Derek, with groups coming in right before provoking me in hopes they could get me to react on her.
Same tactics were done with a Black porn star named Jada Fire, before the black community started escalating their hatred with LAPD at the Starbucks and Coffeebean at Topanga and Ventura, Woodland Hills, Ca. And yet, the more passive you are, and the more you avoid their worldwide attacks, the angrier, LAPD and their worldwide hate groups get. Which is how it became worldwide in the first place.
When I traced Jen Hess’s true identity through records, Paul and the mass groups working with him became furious — because I’d peeled back another layer of the façade. What they called “friendship” was a kill contract disguised as social life. These were unconventional paid hits, executed through humiliation, entrapment, and mass-distributed rumor — a slow psychological murder carried out with police protection and corporate and government funding. Of course, them trying to cover it up, by saying if you do a background check on someone, you’re a stalker. Like usual flipping the script to cover up the crime spree against me. The stalkers posing as the victims. In which they’ve done daily since I was 5 years old in a government template.
Proof in Names and Events
Here are the facts and names that show how this system works and escalates:
Jason Perelman (my brother): Began being told to “stalk me” with these psychological terror behaviors to try to invoke reactions when he was 7 and I was 5. He had always been coordinating with the Police, and psychology community but by 1994 they realized they could exploit the Internet as a global weapon because they weren’t successful in putting me in the hypersensitive state, they wanted me to be in, to be aware of what they were doing to try to make me look crazy. He came up with their “chase tactic” when he was 16 with his friends — What they called “Runs” in which they went out every weekend provoking road rage incidents, getting cars to chase him with groups of his friends and CB radios, then go ballistic on them, as if they were the victims, throwing things at them, then telling the world, it was me. And worldwide groups told to do this by my own family with the Police and Psychology community, which has now been going on for 48 years, daily and still going on — and paid off or manipulated women to stalk me with their chase tactics rather than these worldwide groups coming forwards with what is really going on. And for each group stalking me since, newer and newer coverups from anonymous network terror cells, to escalate the situations worldwide. At no point is anything allowed to be addressed. You are told you are imagining, in my case, upwards of one billion worldwide attacks per day. Or thousands per hour around my presence and that get on video in which the Police are enraged about. The more I tell people they have been lied to. The more the Police hunt me to have me killed with death threats and growing attacks, that I had better not talk.
Ron Perelman paying his Office Managers like Lorena Escobar, Fernanda Sime, Elsie Sandoval, and all of his employees to stalk and hunt me. Using his office managers to keep tabs on every aspect of my private life, and dictate what I am allowed to do, who I’m allowed to talk to. What hobbies I’m allowed to do. Women paid to become roommates to stalk me. What work I’m allowed to do for a living. Who I’m allowed to associate with. This was happening all the way from Golden State Sports Medical, my father’s office and Lorena Escobar. It was also being done with Anita Perelman, and her remarried husband Arnold Silber while she moved up to Vancouver, Canada to marry him. while I was in Southern Oregon State College, and University of Colorado while they were working with mass groups in every state to stalk and hunt me. Especially Kelly Hatch told to follow me up to Southern Oregon State College from Calabasas High. Eric Christianson stalking me with Sandiego Police. And countless other events I was not aware of. With the Judicial System behind, hunting to kill or eradicate a 5-year-old helping fund the operations.
Porn Star, Alexis Amore: One of many countless worldwide women sent to lure me into her life, but the longest running. and mirroring a lot of the parallels of the other stalking women’s manipulations across the first 29 years of my life. And one of the few that showed her true colors and motive. Providing the 48 years worldwide template. From girls in High School like Cory Bixby, or Brook Wisebart, Reya Kleinpeter, For over 30 years, Alexis used strip-club angles with those told to take me to strip clubs like Rodie Morales with LAPD, while Alexis Amore was waiting for me at the Spearmint Rhino in Van Nuys with them, cryptic “I like you” messages based on daily worldwide privacy violations, and orchestrated “coincidences” (such as Brian Longbotham taking me to where she was eating lunch with her mother at Sharky’s restaurant) to reel me in. While Tim Thompson was placing her Porn Box covers on his desk in my office, because he worked at Hot Body International, and was friends with the Photographer there. Working angels with the Spearmint Rhino Manager to get me to go down there on IT computer questions while Alexis Amore was waiting for me there. This after Brian Longbotham wanting to play pool with me at Yankee Doodles Pool Hall, asking me what sharking was. Also, where I was being stalked by all the waitresses, and employees. For a good 10 years. As well as the Yankee Doodles, waitress Heather that followed me to Encino Starbucks with LAPD stalking me. For the so-called crimes of playing pool. Showing the idea of reference gas lighting tactics that are done by worldwide groups daily. And way to obvious to be a coincidence. This was done within hours apart. With passive aggressive, I don’t know you, blow off behaviors in hopes she could get me mad at her to make me look crazy. With similar events over and over just like this. Not just with her, but with almost everyone worldwide and for 48 years nonstop with the same tactics as well. After daily decades of daily lures and hints, the one real direct conversation, calling the bluff, ended with her saying, “I spoke with your brother — you’re a stalker, you’re a stalker. You’re a pathetic loser.” This was a textbook escalation: bait for years, then flip the script to make me look like an obsessed, schizophrenic seeing things that aren’t there. This being done with the Police, Psychology Community, and Worldwide Vigilantes under their duress. Also trying to escalate the appearance of anger and rage with the insults, to get reactions. The original Perelman Family setup, frame jobs, at 5 years old that I’m not allowed to tell anyone that they’ve been lied to. Or the Police pay off people to have me killed in more direct methods. Like the Hispanic girl they paid off to try to slice me up with a knife they refuse to take a police report of the videos of the event. The question you might ask yourself is. If I’m showing that I’m more stable then most people out there. Why do they have to work on me my entire life to try to get me to break into a point to make me look like they want me to be. Example, if it takes 48 years to try to make me look frantic, and they’re still going. It’s obvious, that I’m not what they say I am. Showing that their real motive is to hunt and kill a 5-year-old. With cover up labels.
Brian Longbotham: My Visual effects supervisor at Modern Video Film and Universal Studios. Networked with large corporations (including the City of Thousand Oaks and property owner Rick Caruso) to fund frame jobs and set-up operations with property tyrants as well as government organizations which Shows how they are using corporate as well as the government agencies money, and Hollywood connections which are being used to turn entire industries against me with funded dual intent operations. Brian Longbotham hopping from large Industry to Industry turning them against me uniting mass global corporate money networks to hunt and stalk a kid coming out of college trying to find his way in life. And trying to create stability and a life for himself. While posing as someone who wants to figure out how to make money with me, with my knowledge, technology with startup ideas. Trying to set me up and frame me with these large corporations to rile the masses with them against me.
Paul Humphrey & Mike Huntley: Entered my life at 14 as “friends,” spent 14–15 years running smear campaigns, still going on today, and set-up operations while connected to LAPD, Worldwide Security companies, Starbucks stalking me with mass groups, and security guard like John Paul Naranjo, of Boyds and Associates Security with 7 punches to the back of the head to kill for LAPD and STARBUCKS stalking to silence me for what I know, the incriminating evidence of of Starbucks crime spree, discrimination, hate and rage against me. And worldwide attacks and death threats on video, and many others, as well as women, firms and political networks. Just like Security Guard John Paul Naranjo of Boyds and Associates Security, LAPD paid off to punch me in the back of the head with Starbucks to have me killed for the incriminating evidence of Starbucks Mass Worldwide ongoing crime spree against me. And the information about my childhood in which this is infinitesimal compared to the real amount of incidents directed at me, since 5 years old, done with such statements from one of their employee’s, Garrett while mobbing me to death. “It’s your transgressions” LAPD does not want me talking about. Proving that LAPD’s STALKING and defaming my name worldwide with my family. This is a hate crime, cover up with worldwide lies from the Perelman Family with the Police and Psychology Community.
Brian Weaver: At Tom Hoke’s bachelor party, after a stripper’s lap dance (connecting directly to the strip-club frame-job tactics), Those with the Police, one in each state told to take me to strip clubs in frame job operations with people like Rodie Morales, Val Morozov, Eric Christianson, Tom Farley all working with the Police and Psychology Community. Made death threats by saying “It’s a public shaming.” Spewing defamation to the world, that everything they were doing was me. On this daily changing defamation to the world on their worldwide Internet based propaganda channels, forms, websites, and retribution for the fictitious crimes.
When I first became interested in performance engines, I was simply building a 454 and buying aluminum heads from Pineapple Joe at Hawaii Racing from one of his old engines. Of course, it was Brian Weaver who tried to mimic me and put me in a bad light, as I was held back a grade, in T1 class (Sunny Skies Day Camp), meaning that I was 16, in 9th grade, and Brian was 16 in 10th grade. When getting into cars. Then hanging out at Hawaii Racing. Helping Joe, move from Thousand Oaks to Simi Valley free of charge and similar things like this to show respect, as we stuck around our High School passions. At one point, Brian Weaver bought a red and black Chevelle. Probably even hinting about Necron 99. Went out, bought nitrous, and intentionally blew up his engine. Lying to his father, having his father sport the money for a built up modified forged piston, lopey Cammed, aluminum head 454. Chrome Headers, Flow master Mufflers, He then crashed into a center divider. In which like usual, no one cared about.
Then Joe unexpectedly proposed a trade: my 454 for a 426 HEMI — a blown performance engine. The engine itself was pulled out of an old front engine dragster, but changing the cam and amount of air/fuel would turn it back to streetable, and what it started as, but the swap helped fuel a new story: that I was suddenly reckless, out of control, and obsessed with danger by design using key labeling phrases like they’ve done to me as “Race Engine” to over dramatize, and rile the masses against me.
Example, some of the things they do today with my Eclipse. You bought a body kit from AIT RACING, therefore you have a race car. Therefore, you’re reckless and out of control. Driving race cars on the road. Even though the car has the factory engine, Headlights, blinkers, past the Mitsubishi Street inspections, is a convertible without a roll cage. So it’s not even trackable. Has 285 horsepower, in which you can buy a Dodge Charger Hellcat or Red eye off the factory lot with 900hp. Or even a Mclaren, Ferrari, Lamborghini, with a lot more. Which is a streetcar. I am being stalked and hunted by the Police, Psychology Community and family insinuating that I have a race car on the road and am reckless and out of control. But everyone else is ok, and what they are doing is acceptable. Using empty labels, as justification to hunt and kill while making it look like jokes, or about mental illness as cover ups. Just like the labels after kissing the black girl when I was 8 years old. And his pure hate and rage with lack of self-control over it and his police and judicial friends.
My father, Ron Perelman, coordinated on this moment. With his background in psychology, he framed the engine switch as proof that I was unpredictable and unsafe, long before anything bad were to happen.
But what really made him mad. Was that I worked like crazy, to make the money for my engine. I worked at his office at Golden State Sports Medical in Tarzana, California. And I filed in his file room in the basement, which they called the Rat Room, almost until my fingers bled, in a dusty crappy room to make this money. So he knew I was working for the things I wanted. He knew I was moral and ethical despite his 48 years of daily worldwide lies with the masses. Not like Brian Weaver. And so did his office with Denise his secretary, who years later would put me in the same room while she and the rest of his office would lash out in rage, and stalk me with Lorena Escobar his office manager, to cover everything up. Before destroying my reputation worldwide so I couldn’t have any type of social interactions with anyone to make me his slave and dependent on him. Denise always handled his financials. Of course, at the same time, his black employee Elita was the most aggressive with their coordinated attacks. Later on, Brandon, a Black X-ray tech, even though it was really all of them, with a planet helping and coordinating with LAPD, and corrupt immoral Police Officers like Charles Sean Dinse stalking me. On multiple illegal arrests, reversing charges of their worldwide daily stalkings and attacks, car vandalisms, tampering, death threats, you name it, on me with my father judicial friends, asking me “How do you get your money”, insinuating that I was somehow a criminal for working, and being the only one not committing any crimes. showing that it was not just about an imaginary $10,000 check but also kissing a black girl at 8 years old. Which is really what the United States of America is supposed to be about. You are protected by a constitution which deems you a free man. So you can work hard to accomplish your dreams and passions. And if someone is paid off to kill you in the name of. I don’t approve of it. Then the Police are supposed to arrest the cold-blooded murderer instead of them and their judicial friends taking blood money. Not the passionate capitalist working for everything he has and providing jobs to stimulate the economy and helping everyone in his path.
The only thing here that is really of question. Is why is an 8 year old deemed a criminal for kissing a black girl? Why is going to college deemed a crime? Why is working out at gyms and lifting weights, and jogging, deemed a crime? Why is playing pool, and pool tournaments deemed a crime? Why is taking auto shop classes in his school, west valley occupational center auto education for auto certificates, and working at Star Auto Haus Mercedes deemed a crime? Why is going to coffee shops, relaxing or getting work done and getting fresh air deemed a crime?, why is buying cars and going to car social events deemed a crime? Why is dating women, talking to women or anyone else worldwide, deemed a crime? And why does the Perelman family have problem so much so, that they will hunt and kill with the Judicial system, and crazy label cover ups. In which you can equate on almost every event since 5 years old to empty “Race Car” labels on a cheap old 2008 Mitsubishi Eclipse, with no power, front wheel drive. That is also the end of the world.
Translation: I could be driving a smart car, or a 55hp Geo Metro, and the Identical Justifications and events would be occurring with some fabricated argument with worldwide support which would make no sense. And the people with 4000 Horsepower Twin Turbo, Lsx engines from Nelson Racing with the Psychology Community and Police, would be the ones spouting with the Perelman family how I’m reckless, out of control, and shouldn’t have the Geo Metro, and need to be FORCED into a cage. Which is pretty much stated on Federally Sued Charles Sean Dinse’s Facebook account where he builds worldwide hate armies to execute people under his own ideologies, and not law. Supported by Chief Michael Moore of LAPD. To hunt and kill or eradicate anyone he deems fit. And I’ve been a target since 2009, and Topanga Division Police station, in Los Angeles, California, with their predecessors all the way down to 5 years old and Police Hate Monitoring. I have been hunted and stalked by them my entire life with the Perelman family, building worldwide vigilante hate armies under the guise of mental illness.
The smear began with money: whispers that I had stolen Alexandra Cohen’s $10,000 check to buy the engine. It was never said outright but pushed through his interrogation and insinuation. At one point, my father asked me if Mike Huntley — One of his and LAPD Handlers he had sent into my life at 14 to remove me from society. Coming from Jason’s circle. However, the thing with Mike was that he was a little out of place. Because Jason met Mike Huntley, neighbor of Mitch Viner in Lost Hills, California by the Lost Hills Sheriff’s Station. Who is now a Lawyer. He was a couple years older than Mitch and Jason. As Mike Instantly started clinging on to me when I was 14. Clearly coming from the outside of the High School friend group. involved in my life when I was young — had supposedly stolen the check, hoping to provoke guilt and make me look suspect. I said he didn’t because Alexander Cohen was so obnoxious that everything was an issue. Which I guess is what drove Jason and his friends crazy. They were fighting continuously and nonstop about these tiny little things. I could recall even when my grandfather was in the hospital in Arizona, it was all about her. I could also recall which was extremely strange to me at the time, that my father, while his father was dying, in a hospital bed, was lashing out in anger and rage at me, hinting and guilting in anger about their Cory Bixby setup attempts and frame jobs in 1988 at Calabasas High School probably something like 14 years later. Of when they had her ask me to drive her home on Royer, and Gilmore street, hinting about the movie Happy Gilmore while playing victim and crying wolf I had somehow ruined her life or did something to her like the rest by diverting the normal things, into something else. By my father mashing on the gas peddle looking at me, trying to take out of context information and mimic his beliefs. Which were like usual, entirely different then my behaviors, extremely aggressive, trying to take a boy who loved cars, and make it supposedly abuse to women. Because people who build cars with lots of horsepower like to feel it on the tires. Like usual, turning infatessmal things into the end of the world. Example, if I push 1mm on a gas pedal, making the car accelerate a car from 30-32 mph to feel the torque. My father, and his worldwide hate armies will have this out of context situation/not situation as state to the world I had tried to kill or scare someone in my car. When just like every other event, absolutely nothing at all on any level happened but random worldwide people told to fabricate lie after lie.
In 2001, When I was 29, I was extremely confused why Mike Huntley was threatening my life, and telling me that he, my family, with the judicial system were hunting me to have me killed with worldwide groups. But watching my father’s behavior was very strange to me, after really starting to see what they were and who he really was. because even though I was in denial that it was really happening. The only thought at that moment as I was figuring out what they were doing with their one-sided idea of reference guilts in which is designed that if you question it, you supposedly suffer from schizophrenia, was that my father at no point, actually cared that his own father was dying. He was spending all his energy lashing out in anger and rage at me. On private scenarios, of things that don’t matter, of my private life which would be none of his business. Showing multiple issues with his behavior and personality. First, exerting Paranoid Psychotic issues, as well as obsession, pure hate and rage for his 5-year-old as if I ruined his life, because he didn’t want another child. And the fact that he keeps sending people after me to try to collect anything to use against me. Working with Mike Huntley, LAPD on worldwide, cell phone tracking, Trojans, Privacy Violations. Offering cheap rent office space in his building having Mike Huntley route our network switch into his office to try to set me up frame me, create the appearance of paranoia with his Psychology friends, with Worldwide people on the internet, Exerting not just boundary issues, but serious issues about what he’s capable of, and if he’s even paying off people to kill people. Because most sane rational people are not capable of these things. And if he can’t get anything, just fabricate blatant lies. And disseminate each and every one worldwide proving the Perelman’s poison. In these 100,000’s of worldwide lies, they are all based on thin air, or turning normal infatismal things into theoretical out of context crimes imaginary. Making up lies, with mike Huntley death threats and statements “It’s your behavior” If I had a child, I couldn’t even conceive of putting one those cell phone tracking apps on their phones, as well as shock collars on my animals like my father did or any method of anything like they have done to me nonstop, since I was 5 years old. That I started finding out at 29.
Example, I once was minding my own business, programming on my laptop at a Starbucks Stalking me with a Persian Psychiatrist as he told me, Dr Alex Lazar. Alex Lazar showed extreme guilt when I mentioned Mike Huntley stated I was filled with anger and rage, and this could not come to light that my family was saying what they needed to say to execute their child out of hate. Working with death threats and my father with LAPD for getting into Studio Photography. Officer Toro’s death threats Internal Affairs is trying to cover up with Seargent Cooper, a Black Police west valley, officer “If you ever take a picture of a person, I will exercise the law in my own way”, in Encino California. I took a brake from programming, and cracked my knuckles. And people worldwide were told I was threatening people with lapd. And of course, I wasn’t even interacting with anyone. Just all by myself minding my own business taking a break with their worldwide “No relaxing for you nigger campaign”, and frame jobs.
Alexandra was mad at things like someone drank my Clearly Canadian out of the refrigerator. As if families put name tags on all their drinks. And it seemed strange that Mike, who wasn’t around any of that or her money. Would have a $10,000.00 check of hers. Ironically, it’s interesting that she chose a Clearly Canadian to make the end of the world. Because my mother had met Arnold Silber from Canada after the divorce around that time. Looking back, the other question of, out of all the list of names, from Jason, all his other friends, why was it specifically Michael Patrick Huntley who latched on to me stalking me? Because my middle name is Michael? So, they could say I’m schizophrenic, and everything Mike did was me? And why would 10 years later, Mike Want to start a company with me, stalking me with my father. Flying into Boulder Colorado after I mentioned to my pool player friend Darrell Oon, that my father put a shock collar on his dog Rhoda when I was a kid. Even if their lies were to be true. Why invest billions with, FBI, NSA, DOD, The Psychology Community, All Sorts of Government Agencies we don’t know about. The Medical Industry, people in Congress and Senate? And worldwide gangs talking and gas lighting operations until you’re dead or gone over something so small as an imaginary $10,000 check?
At the same time, Jason and his friends, with Paul Humphrey, were trying to run Alexandra Cohen out. Because they didn’t like her. So Jason and Friends, In between his runs, and telling me he launched a VW onto a fire hydrant, told me they were pissing and shitting in her car. Her red Chrysler Labaron convertible. Then of course, Paul Humphrey started doing this as well in hopes to pure pressure me into it. As more setups or frame jobs. Which made everyone even angrier, especially my father apparently. But oddly enough, at the same time, Cory Bixby a girl I was attracted to in High School, was stalking me with LAPD and my family. As she drove the same car and was blonde like Alexandra Cohen. And the same color as her car. Asking me to drive her home all the way to Royer, and Gilmore street in west hills, California. This was around the same time my mother was making up lies, and asking me if I had hit Josh Burnam in the head with a Golf Club out of the blue. And the same time she was mad at me for peeling out in the 69 firebird I was doing an engine swap. And ironically at the same time of the Happy Gilmore movie. What I thought about later on in life, is when I drove Cory Bixby home, I had to drive her past El Camino High School. Which seemed strange because if she lived right next to El Camino High School, why was she going to Calabasas? After this I started to open up with her, and tried to talk to her, but she played some kind of victim role like I had supposedly done something to her. Of course, a simple drive home while they analyze every yawn, blink, nod, looking for anything to justify or cover up their stalkings. Of course, I never realized until 29 years old that they were collecting and building a worldwide hate archive or laundry list of over dramatized out of context lies. Especially when I was playing pool with Brian Longbotham around my 30’s, and trying to get an answer, and he started singing Dirty Laundry by Don Henly. Which was interesting, because 29, Mike Huntley was threatening my life while singing “World of Paranoia”. Showing that my family was enraged for me buying and listening to music as a child. Especially American Pie, by Don Mclean. So in my list of crimes, also includes buying and listening, and singing. Which like usual, makes no sense. But it does if someone is taking everything you do, turning it into something it’s not, and investing billions, and billions to smear you name with thousands and thousands of lies in methods you can’t address what’s going on creating a worldwide mobbing to mentally bludgeon someone’s skull in, until he’s dead and gone. Which starts at 5 years old with clear and obvious motive and pre-meditation.
Of course, if I had the ability in 1988 to get the amount of times, Brian Weaver was doing donuts in his Chevelle. No one could care less. But if Kevin Perelman Peels out in his 69 firebird in 1988 there’s a worldwide campaign with the Police, Government Psychology Community, about acting out, and babbling about anger, and the end of the world. This would also be on the same level and Anita Perelman and her Psychology Co Workers, Karine Echigian basically stating that if you ever use sarcasm, that’s crime and need to be hunted by the police and Charles Sean Dinse with Worldwide groups to be killed for your sarcasm crime. And imaginary accusations that you killed people, worldwide groups hunting you to kill you, in imaginary crimes that never occurred. Of then random people fabricating stories with my family. Making no sense.
When that story didn’t hold, the accusation shifted: now I had “stolen the 426 HEMI” itself from Pineapple Joe’s shop. In truth, I had simply accepted Joe’s offer, traded for the engine, and was preparing to install it in a 1971 Barracuda — a car that legitimately came from the factory with 426 HEMIs. The engine was impressive but being street-detuned: forged 8:1 compression Aries Pistons, 8-71 Hampton blower, Isky camshaft, aluminum heads, and twin Holley 850 carburetors. It was not a dangerous drag car.
When I left for college, — persuaded by my mother to ask Joe to store the engine at his shop — Joe likes to display his engines in the center of his store so he said yes — I left it at Joe’s shop. While I was away, a “For Sale” sign appeared on it. On returning, I took back and sold the engine — a normal transaction — As joe stated, I hadn’t heard from you, which was true, but the act was spun into “Kevin stole the engine.”
This is the pattern I keep encountering: a bait-and-switch or shifting setup, followed by new accusations and daily attacks as setup and frame job operations by the Judicial System with my sick psychotic family, that paint me as unstable or dangerous, who supposedly thinks different, and it’s his behavior — a kind of “pre-crime” template where judgments and punishments come before any wrongdoing. And in all situations, there is no actual crime that occurred. Just lies, and defamation that instantly go worldwide in secret to rile the masses against me in anger and rage. And people trying to create elaborate ideologies that don’t make sense to support each and every worldwide scenario. Example auto shops worldwide while working on me with storage scams to steal all my money, hinting about storage and trying to guilt me that my engine was stored for 5 years at Hawaii racing where he displays his engines for people to see, and lock you away for life while worldwide groups keep attacking you to kill you in a conspiracy to commit murder by our own police force and my family. Of course, like usual, it’s a private agreement between two people, and how is it worldwide information, and how come the scenarios are not allowed to be questioned to be resolved in one sided arguments that are strategically designed so you can’t defend yourself against the mass riled up mobs because the accusations are inferred are suggested indirectly to try to invoke guilt, and not directly said, in these unheard-of events. Especially by the corrupt judges, especially in Van Nuys Court House.
These tactics also apply to every single date I’ve gone on. Enraged masses over things like blinking wrong. When the date is supposed to be between two people. Not a planet hinting that you supposedly did all these things that didn’t happen. Just like the LAPD Death Threats on video “We are watching you Perelman” and then weird statements like “Who cares what people think” hinting about my one and only argument with my mother at 14. Where I said “Who cares what people think”, and “Fuck You” and reality of the situation is that because I said “Fuck You” to my mother she decided go even more ballistic over imperfection on a personal vendetta for 48 years. But, keeping in the reality, that they really snapped when I was 5, in whatever happened to them.
Oddly enough, that was around the time my father had a show dog, He named Opoo, a Komondor, that bit Jason Perelman in the face. And it’s as if my father wanted to keep the dog, and say I had bitten Jason in the face to use me as the scapegoat for the dog he wanted to keep so badly and did keep. And psychologically, why did he keep the dog, when he knew Jason’s life could be in danger of it? Showing his priorities about the value of human life, vs what he wants.
After the first overturned arrests and years of courtroom manipulation, I needed to do something ordinary—something that reminded me I still had control over my own life. Around 2019 I bought a 2013 Corvette C6 427. It wasn’t about status; it was about proving I could still make choices for myself.
My mother refused to co-sign for a small loan and instead insisted that she and my stepfather Arnold Silber would “buy it for me.” At the time that sounded generous; later it turned out to be another way to keep control. Once they could claim credit for the purchase, they could twist the story into “Kevin’s being reckless again.” Almost immediately after offering to purchase the Corvette, [Arnold] began putting heavy pressure on me to sell my Eclipse before the Corvette was even home. I’d already planned to sell it once the Corvette was safely back, but he wanted it gone right away—as if making sure I had no sports car at all.
From the moment the deal went through, Brittany Henderson —the therapist who’d been part of my probation-ordered counseling—showed both sides of her face. On video she sometimes acknowledged the harassment around me; in her professional circles she told others I “suffered from post-traumatic stress” and was unstable. Forty-nine videos show her witnessing what was happening while privately spreading the opposite message. Those contradictions reignited hostility everywhere I went.
The Corvette came from an elderly seller [Paulina]. Her husband had passed away, and the car had sat untouched in a garage for almost ten years. Later, when [Rich] looked at the engine, he tried to turn me against [Paulina] —telling me to demand “confessions” that she had raced it—clearly bait to make me look unreasonable. Everything about it felt manipulative, not mechanical.
I picked up the car in Pennsylvania and began the 4,000-mile drive home, filming almost every day. At first it felt freeing: open road, fresh air, new places. Then the pattern returned—hotels and garages that seemed pre-briefed, staff whistling or calling me “buddy,” constant tones of provocation. The message was clear: “You’re not allowed to buy cars. You’re supposed to be controlled—or erased.”
Colorado and the Hotels
When I reached Colorado, everything escalated. Four different hotels in Denver and Boulder claimed I hadn’t paid, even though my receipts and bank statements proved otherwise. Staff whispered to security guards, hinting that I was sneaking out without paying. At one hotel the car’s suspension was tampered with—one corner mysteriously lowered overnight by loosening the leveling bolts. The staff worked closely with a private security company repeating the same story: “He hasn’t paid.” Their goal was clear—provoke me, record a reaction, then claim I was unstable.
Restaurants nearby joined in, “losing” my payments or double-charging my card, implying I was stealing or skipping bills. These weren’t mistakes; they were coordinated tactics meant to create a false image of criminal behavior.
Trying to protect the Corvette, I brought it to John Elway Chevrolet for a routine oil change and suspension check. Not long afterward the oil-pressure gauge failed; the oil-sender wire had been loosened. I then took the car to Stevenson Chevrolet before leaving the state. The hostility was immediate: mocking whistles, forced smiles, and comments about “anger and rage.” They claimed I needed a brand-new engine—a $20,000 repair—but when I asked to see the oil filter that supposedly contained metal shavings, it was “missing.” Without that evidence, their claim was meaningless. It looked like a setup, not a service.
I filed a police report in Denver, but like so many others in California, it quietly disappeared. That alone asked the question: why would police departments bury reports instead of investigating them? The pattern was deliberate.
The Corvette Connection and the Return Home
Unsure what to believe, I contacted the Corvette Connection in Denver and sent the car to [Rich] for inspection. He disassembled the engine and claimed it showed “high-RPM racing wear.” That was impossible: the vehicle had sat in storage for a decade. It looked as though he’d taken photos of parts from another engine to continue the same lie started at Stevenson. I decided to ship the car back to California, hoping to find someone local I could monitor in person.
I brought it to American Heritage Performance in Carson City near Redondo Beach. [Coley] agreed to handle the rebuild, and for a moment I thought being close would make things easier. Instead, the same behavior returned—endless stalling, excuses about missing parts, tune delays, and “supplier issues.” A job that should have taken three months dragged into two-and-a-half years. Even after COVID supply shortages ended, the delays continued. Every time the car neared completion, something else went wrong. Each explanation shifted, and the tone was always the same—condescension, anger, mockery.
[Coley] refused to speak to me directly, insisting his assistant [Jake] would handle communication. In reality, [Jake] acted as a liaison between the shop and my family, feeding them information so they could analyze me and justify the delay. Together they played a good-cop/bad-cop game: [Jake] the friendly middleman, [Coley] the distant expert. They turned my effort to finish the project into “obsession,” claiming I couldn’t stop adding things to the car. The goal was never to rebuild the engine; it was to rewrite my motives.
During those years I was met with a steady stream of provocation from strangers at car meets and shops every weekend. They asked the same questions over and over: “Do you come here every weekend?” and “You’re here a lot, huh?” Most had been regulars for decades themselves, but their goal was to paint me as fixated. I recognized the pattern from gyms years earlier, where bodybuilders who trained daily for a living asked the same questions to brand me “obsessed.” The hypocrisy made it obvious that this was about hate and control, not concern.
Any time I spoke up about what was happening, the response was the same: “You’re making them do it.” As if using my voice was the cause of their behavior. That logic turns honesty into a crime and protects the abusers. It proved the situation was never about mental health—it was about silencing.
The Evidence and the Aftermath
Before [Steve] started showing up at Bob’s Big Boy—a place I’d gone for six years—his friend [Bob], connected to Van Nuys Courthouse, kept telling me to sell the Corvette. He framed it as helpful advice, but the meaning was clear: the car itself was evidence of everything that had been done and needed to disappear.
Throughout it all, [Arnold] and my father repeated their stock line: “That’s just how the automotive world is.” It echoed their larger phrase: “That’s how the world works.” The translation was always the same: accept abuse, don’t question it, and blame yourself for noticing. If buying a car really caused global stalking and sabotage, no one would buy cars. The mocking laughter that followed — the “it’s just a joke” tone — only proved how deep the cruelty ran. A joke doesn’t erase six years of life; a joke doesn’t cost thousands in repairs and years of psychological warfare.
The Corvette didn’t ruin me. The people insisting “that’s how it is” did. The 427 was never just an engine—it was a symbol of the freedom they’ve spent forty-eight years trying to erase.
Around the same time the Corvette ordeal unfolded, I began noticing that [Steve], a gastroenterologist roughly my father’s age, had inserted himself into my life under the guise of friendship. He had spent decades in the same hospitals and insurance networks as my father, yet claimed not to know him. That denial never made sense. Two men in overlapping fields for forty years, crossing the same hallways, attending the same medical meetings—it’s statistically impossible they hadn’t interacted.
The more I watched, the clearer it became that [Steve]’s circle intersected with the same network of psychologists, courthouse contacts, and insurance agents who had been shaping the story about me since childhood. He wasn’t just being friendly; he was playing a role—another handler meant to watch, record, and redirect.
Whenever I confronted him about the harassment or sabotage, [Steve] would put on his calm, reassuring smile. His favorite lines were, “Just focus on the positive,” and “Who cares what people think?” Yet every time I saw him at Bob’s Big Boy —usually right after fresh vandalism to the Corvette—his presence seemed deliberate. He never reported anything; instead, he’d tell others I was “imagining it.” Physical evidence became “delusion.” The pattern was identical to every other setup: the problem wasn’t the crime, it was me for noticing the crime.
[Steve]’s social world connected directly to the courthouse and insurance system. His friend [Bob], a bail-bondsman linked to the Van Nuys Courthouse, was part of that same ring. [Bob]’s wife, [Ruth], introduced herself by barking, “Take your cigar and go over there,” ordering me to move as if I were being segregated. It was a demeaning attempt to put me in my “place,” echoing the same attitude that had haunted me since childhood—an unspoken message of “you don’t belong here.”
After that encounter, [Steve] latched onto the cigar theme and turned it into a psychological tactic. For nearly a year, almost every conversation began with, “How many cigars did you smoke today?” or “Still thinking about them?” It was never casual; it was designed to suggest obsession. He and [Brittany] were coordinating the same psychological labeling game—turning ordinary habits into supposed evidence of mental illness.
[Ruth] and [Bob] worked alongside people like [Greg], a man who drove a black Mustang and repeatedly tried to lure me toward Redondo Beach to make it appear I was “stalking” [Alexis]. [Greg]’s comments were straight intimidation: “I’m friends with the police,” or “They’re keeping an eye on you.” These weren’t random remarks; they were the same lines I’d heard from strangers for years, as if rehearsed from the same script. The repetition itself was the weapon—wearing me down with fear and forcing me to react so they could point and say, “See? He’s unstable.”
Through all of this, [Steve] kept his professional distance, pretending neutrality while feeding the narrative. He embodied the medical-industry side of the same system my father had been part of—workers’ comp, insurance claims, and endless small-claim “accidents” that generated money for everyone involved. People like [Ralph] bragged about getting tens of thousands from staged fender-benders. [Russell] tried to sue me over a one-mile-per-hour parking-lot bump. These weren’t coincidences; they were parts of the same network. By keeping me labeled as “angry,” “paranoid,” or “unstable,” they kept attention off their own fraud.
That is why police and the psychology community protect them. The same institutions that should investigate the fraud are entangled in it. My father’s long-standing warning—“Stay away from those people”—was never about safety. It was code for isolation: “Stay in your cage and keep quiet.” “Those people” meant anyone outside their control—mechanics, neighbors, classmates, or anyone who might listen. It was a social death sentence disguised as concern.
The hypocrisy is staggering. The same people who accused me of being filled with hate or prejudice were the ones projecting their own bigotry. “Stay away from those people” traces straight back to when I was eight years old and kissed a Black girl at school. The family’s outrage that day became the model for everything that followed. Their sense of superiority—we’re the good ones, we’re above them—turned into a lifetime of punishment disguised as protection.
Even my mother’s statement, “Everyone can see you have a problem,” fit the formula. Her “everyone” wasn’t metaphorical; it was literal. It referred to a coordinated network of people repeating the same defamation until it became a public identity. Everyone became a weapon. It is the essence of what I call the Perlman Poison—a rumor turned into a life sentence.
The final twist came when [Steve] tried to reframe the stalled Corvette rebuild as my fault. When I explained that each shop sabotaged or delayed the work, he said it was because I “couldn’t stop modifying it.” In his version, my effort to fix the car became “obsession.” That’s how these people work: they invert cause and effect until responsibility flips upside down. What began as a mechanical rebuild was turned into another psychological accusation—proof, supposedly, that I “can’t let go.”
If this were truly about mental health, someone would have asked an honest question decades ago. Instead, not one person—not [Steve], [Brittany], [Arnold], or anyone in their network—has ever said, “Here’s what we were told, and here’s why we did it.” Their silence is the cover-up. The laughter is the mask. And the cruelty hides behind the phrase, “You just can’t take a joke.”
Around the same time the Corvette ordeal unfolded, I began noticing that Dr. Steve Levinson linked to Therapist Brittany Henderson, my father Dr Ronald Perelman, the Psychology Community, Police and Government, a gastroenterologist roughly my father’s age, had quietly inserted himself into my life under the guise of friendship. He had worked for decades in the same hospitals and insurance networks as my father, yet claimed not to know him. That denial never made sense. Two doctors in overlapping fields for forty years—walking the same corridors, attending the same conferences—and somehow strangers? Impossible.
The longer I watched, the clearer it became that Dr. Steve Levinson’s social circle overlapped with the same web of psychologists, insurance brokers, courthouse contacts, and law-enforcement liaisons that had been scripting my life since childhood. He wasn’t a friend; he was another handler—positioned to monitor, report, and redirect the story anytime I exposed what was really happening.
Whenever I confronted him about the stalking or the vandalism, Dr. Steve Levinson smiled that same rehearsed smile and said, “Just stay positive.” Or, “Who cares what people think?” Every time he said it, something new was being set up behind the scenes. When I met him at Bob’s Big Boy—usually after a fresh act of sabotage to the Corvette—he never cared about evidence. He’d tell others I was “imagining it.” Real damage instantly became “delusion.” His role wasn’t comfort; it was narrative control.
Dr. Steve Levinson world was anchored to courthouse networks. His friend Bob, a bail-bondsman connected to Van Nuys Courthouse, and Bob’s wife Ruth were part of that circle. The first time I met Ruth, she barked across a parking lot, “Take your cigar and go over there,” ordering me away like I was being segregated. It wasn’t about smoke; it was about hierarchy—you don’t belong here. That tone had followed me my entire life: exclusion dressed as politeness.
After that, Dr. Steve Levinson latched onto the cigar line and used it as a psychological hook. For nearly a year, every conversation began with, “How many cigars did you smoke today?” or “You sure you’re not thinking about them too much?” It wasn’t curiosity; it was repetition as conditioning. Together with Brittany Henderon and the psychology community, Dr. Steve Levinson turned ordinary habits into “symptoms.” Relaxation became “obsession.” Observation became “paranoia.” Every act of awareness was rebranded as proof of illness.
That fit the larger operation perfectly: label, provoke, record, twist. Brittany Henderson and Dr. Steve Levinson ran the same storyline with law enforcement and my family—pretending this was “help” while orchestrating control. They called it therapy; it was surveillance. They called it protection; it was entrapment.
Ruth and Bob kept reappearing, circling every location I went. Bob would start friendly talk about cars or the courts and always loop back to the Corvette: “You should sell that car—it’s nothing but trouble.” He knew exactly what that car symbolized. It was tangible proof of the corruption stretching from police to judiciary to private industry. Destroy the car, destroy the evidence.
Ruth added little insults disguised as humor, gauging my reaction. If I ignored her, she escalated. If I responded, she recorded. Same pattern as everywhere else: provoke, observe, reinterpret.
Then came GG Greg, with his black Mustang, shadowing me at car meets. He kept inviting me to Redondo Beach, where Alexis Amores—a woman linked to the same harassment networks—lived. The trap was clear: make it look like I was “stalking” her. His lines were pure intimidation: “I’m friends with the police.” “They’re watching you.” Different voice, same script. Every city, every venue, identical language, like the planet had been handed one playbook.
For six years the same game repeated. Random people at car meets asked, “Do you come here every weekend?” —the identical line once used at gyms and cafés. People who had gone to those same places every day for decades now claimed I was “obsessive” for showing up twice a week. The hypocrisy was obvious: turn ordinary life into “evidence.” They weren’t observing obsession—they were manufacturing it.
Dr. Steve Levinson kept his calm tone, his soft cadence, his quiet superiority. Behind it sat the same world my father built—workers-comp medicine, insurance-fraud circuits, staged injury claims, all feeding off manipulation. Dr. Steve Levinson’s other acquaintances—Ralph, boasting about forty-thousand-dollar settlements, and Scott Russell Silber, suing over a one-mile-per-hour parking-lot tap—were career claimants protected by that same system. By branding me “unstable,” they kept their crimes invisible.
That’s why the police and the psychology community protect them: they’re part of it. The same institutions that should investigate fraud are woven into the profit web. My father’s warning, “Stay away from those people,” was never about safety—it was code for “Stay in your cage.” “Those people” meant anyone outside their control—mechanics, neighbors, classmates, anyone who might listen. It was a social death sentence wrapped as advice.
And the hypocrisy ran deep. The same family that accused me of anger and prejudice were projecting their own bigotry. Their phrase “stay away from those people” dated back to when I was eight, when I kissed a Black girl and my father exploded. From that day on, love, individuality, or disagreement meant punishment. Their inherited superiority—we’re better, we’re chosen, we know what’s right—became justification for domination. The irony: a Jewish family mirroring the very elitism once used against Jews.
Even my mother’s line, “Everyone can see you have a problem,” wasn’t metaphorical. Her “everyone” was literal—an orchestrated global echo chamber. It’s the essence of what I call Perelman’s Poison: a rumor repeated until it becomes identity. It’s not diagnosis; it’s defamation as destiny.
When I told [Steve] how the car moved from shop to shop, he claimed I “couldn’t stop modifying it,” turning deliberate sabotage into “obsession.” Every modification was discussed openly with Arnold Silber for practical reasons—like lowering compression for a future supercharger—yet they rewrote logic as mania. Even after COVID-era parts shortages ended, the same two-year stall continued. Other shops mocked me, questioning delays while pretending not to know the cause. Everyone knew. It wasn’t about the car—it was about making me look unstable.
Through it all, Dr. Steve Levinson remained the calm voice of false reason, echoing the exact phrase my mother used when I was fourteen: “Who cares what people think.” That sentence was the fuse. At fourteen, after a single argument where I said “fuck you,” she turned a moment of normal teenage defiance into a life-long justification for punishment. Behind closed doors she connected with the same medical and psychological circles that now orbit Dr. Steve Levinson. She used that one argument as her excuse to paint me “filled with rage,” unleashing campaigns through law enforcement, psychology, and beyond. By twenty-nine, I learned that the small outburst of a teenager had been weaponized into worldwide persecution.
But even that wasn’t the beginning. The hatred began when I was five and worsened after eight, when that childhood kiss with a Black girl triggered their outrage. In this family you don’t blink wrong; you don’t speak out of turn. Any spark of individuality invites annihilation. “Who cares what people think” isn’t reassurance—it’s dismissal. It’s the family code for erase him and pretend it’s healing.
That mindset infects all of them: use psychology as a weapon, label dissent as disease, turn punishment into treatment. The intolerance for disagreement is total. Blink wrong, breathe wrong, speak truth—and they want you erased. Dr. Steve Levinson wasn’t just echoing them; he was them.
If this had ever been about genuine concern, someone would have told the truth by now. After forty-eight years of repetition, no one has. The silence is confession. The laughter is the mask. The cruelty is the method. And the phrase they always hide behind—“You just can’t take a joke”—is their last defense. Because this was never a joke. It was a forty-eight-year slow execution disguised as compassion.
To preserve themselves, the psychology community, the police, and the government have inverted the truth again. They claim I “can’t forget the past,” that I “suffer from obsession,” while they repeat the same staged symbols, the same guilt-coded references, minute after minute. It never stops. Each hint, each setup, each fake apology is proof of orchestration, not illness. They aren’t observing disorder—they’re manufacturing it to hide their crimes.
Their justification is revenge through projection: “You did this, so we’re getting even.” But there was no original crime—only theirs. The stalking, the setups, the whispered lies are the real offenses. And they plan to continue until my breathing stops or until they force me into a mental facility. Even their intent has been written openly. One of their lead officers, Lead Officer Charles Sean Dinse, posted about “how to force people into mental facilities” through worldwide mobbing—a script of pure hatred masquerading as justice. It isn’t protection; it’s extermination under psychiatry.
The goal has never changed. To them, I am the inferior race; they are the superior. Their mission is purification through erasure—control by elimination. What they call help is simply the machinery of hate wearing the mask of reason. They are the superior race, I am the inferior race
In Ron Perelman’s fits of rage when I was 16: I guess, like usual, even though nothing was even stated about my family’s anger and rage of my car passion,Working with LAPD to put a bullet hole in his 300e Mercedes in which he was telling the world it was me. Once again, off the top of my head, Cory Bixby claims I supposedly did something to her driving her home. Jason Perelman states I tried to kill him by driving fast in a canyon with him in it. The person who goes out every weekend on their runs throwing objects at cars, and his chase tactics to get people to chase him, with his Persian friends with their Sexy BMW. And states they launched a VW on a fire hydrant. While the world was pre-meditatedly told by LAPD that it was me. Playing victim. Despite the fact that I am the one who noticed the bullet hole in his car, sitting in the garage, in Woodland hills. In his house on avenue san luis. Asking him what was going on, and why was there a bullet hole in his car. Years later, he told me that he never even reported it to the Police, which didn’t make any sense to me. In his mind, in between putting the shock collar on his dog Rhoda to inflict pain, to communicate what he wanted from the dog. This same method was being used on me, that he didn’t want me working on cars, or being part of the car social groups. Where my friends would take me to Kevin’s Burger’s Restaurant every Friday night for the car meets. With their Idea of Reference Schizophrenia tactics. However that one tactic alone goes much deeper.
As Jason Perelman and friends would cook, what he called combustion burgers on the barbeque. Filling them with as much alcohol as possible in hops to get them to explode on the grill. And at the same time, hinting with Idea of Reference messages that the hamburgers were women. And that Kevin is not only trying to get women to chase him to go ballistic on them. But also make them blow up. This was used to rile the masses against me worldwide and turn women against me out of my families pure hate and rage for their 5-year-old. And yet for 53 years, I’ve been as nice as can be to everyone in my path which makes LAPD, the Perelman Family, and a planet of anonymous strangers, beyond any level of enraged, that all the countless 48 year worldwide accusations against me are blatant lies. Showing the Police and Government agenda to execute a 5-year-old no matter what it takes out of fear and hatred.
Direct Attempt on My Life: A Hispanic woman tried to slice me with a knife with LAPD and my neighbors to cover up their 48-year illegal police monitoring, privacy violations, daily attacks and sequential people told to stalk me since childhood, and nonstop attempts on my life— an event I video-recorded. Despite the evidence, police refused to take a report, demonstrating their complicity. She was clearly working with the same police communities and worldwide groups that had been trying to silence me since I was five years old.
Officer Toro’s Death Threat: When I began studio photography, Officer Toro told me, “If you ever take a picture of a person, I’ll exercise the law in my own way.” Working with a girl sent after me named Aubrey Fisher introduced to me by Rodie Morales working with LAPD trying to plant police confiscated trash bag of marijuana in my house to try to make me look like a drug dealer to lock me away, and Psychiatrist Alex Lazar, interrogating me about getting into Studio Photography to meet women, instead of focusing on the groups of people stalking me. And my statement he had some much guilt over. Me mentioning that Mike Huntley was making up lies and his statement to me, that I was filled with anger and rage as a child as his eyes dropped to the ground in guilt.
Officer Toro’s threat wasn’t a casual remark; it was a direct police threat designed to stop me from pursuing legitimate work and to reinforce the frame-job narrative. However, the real motive is to execute or eradicate at all costs based on the information in my brain. Because they don’t want me talking about what they started when I was 5 years old, and their worldwide progression of terror against me. Non stop.
Illegal Arrests by Lead Officer Charles Sean Dinse: There have been three illegal arrests led by Charles Sean Dinse of LAPD who has been federally sued for his vigilante stalking groups to other with the communities — not for crimes but as cover-ups of me figuring things out. These arrests were tied to the psychology community’s efforts to make me look crazy. Even Psychology Community Death threats from a psychiatrist Dr Nathalie Krah. “If you don’t take medication, you will destroy your life” Blackmail Demands coming from my family. But not for any reason other then a family who needs to be able to dictate others lives by telling them what they can and can’t do. And if they don’t get their way, they will kill for defying them. Weather it be, about studio photography, playing pool, coffee shops, taking walks, buying cars, working out at gyms. escalating the narrative, and use the courts as kangaroo courts with their judge and lawyer friends with paid-off illegal trials to rubber-stamp illegal operations. This shows premeditation, motive, and an agenda to execute or eradicate me for simply questioning what they were doing. Which is clearly their original motive since I was 5 years old.
Micro-Tactics: This is just some examples of thousands of these worldwide tactics. Hair gestures by females (single hand through hair) repeated for 10–15 years in public when women see me “ideas of reference.” Crossing streets, in coffee shops, in restaurants, Auto-shop mechanics whistling “buddy” at every shop, same script, same tone, same effect. While sabotaging cars now and then or giving disinformation even with the California Bureau of Automotive repair. Or trying to steal as much money as possible for tiny things. Lies that you need new transmission when you don’t. Things like this over and over while trying to fix simple things in which they won’t fix. Or fix one thing, and sabotage others. These are just never ending repetitive worldwide tactics, both online and offline, used to escalate situations and make the target look frantic and dangerous. Endless car vandalisms and car defacing’s, nonstop by rotating groups. And even insurance companies cover up operations on linked events. No matter how many insurance claims with photos and videos to them and the police. Asking for no money in return, they try to cover it up by stalking me with insurance related automotive groups. There have been over 24 insurance claims of rotating car vandalisms, people launching cars at me, people ramming my car while I was sitting in it parked. 100’s and 100’s of car vandalisms and defacing, all on video in which LAPD states isn’t going on. No matter how many times I go down with proof for reports. While they lash out in anger and rage provoking me. Even my father, Dr Ron Perelman’s sending his friend Dr Steve Levinson to follow me to the car meets to befriend me with gangs talking automotive groups and insurance fraud operations they are trying to pin on me as cover ups with USAA’s involvement due to the fact my criminal father, is an Orthopedic Surgeon, who clearly is involved in all sorts of insurance fraud related operations. Since no matter how far I try to get away from him, random worldwide people hunt me for extermination with the Perelman Family.
The man tactic, Person after person calling me man in sequence. Boss, My Friend. Over and over. Sometimes 10 times in minutes in the same conversation trying to provoke reactions. Or from business to business. And each place is notified across the Internet of these daily changing tactics in repetition. Which instantly occurs worldwide with the Internet and tools built around me to torture and kill with the Police and Psychology Community Psychological warfare tactics to cover up with the bunk mental illness labeling with the Perelman family.
In normal relationships, teasing has a punchline. Here, there is no punchline. People drop remarks or private details implying they “know” me but deny it when asked. Instead of building trust, the “joke” resets with the next person. Over time the behavior escalates instead of resolving. The tease becomes a form of collective gaslighting — a cult-like tease of “we all know you, but we don’t know you.” And played off like a joke.
The agenda is always the same: to make me appear hypersensitive, paranoid, violent or dangerous — to justify further isolation, monitoring, or institutionalization — while creating plausible deniability for those involved. Behind their smirky laughing jokey behaviors is pure anger and rage. And you can see it in a lot of their eyes, or the way they carry themselves. Especially when they don’t get their way. Or something is done to defy them. A lot of times psychotic. Just like my father’s friend, Dr Steve Levinson’s who’s stalking me with these coordinated stalking groups, face changed in anger when he saw me talk to a Black girl at Bob’s Big Boy Classic Car Meet in between all his racial slur jokes, he’s pinning on me to the world. Doing whatever it takes to run me out of all the Car Events or social groups worldwide with the Police while trying to get reactions to lock me away for what I know.
This isn’t just about me. It’s about a method that endangers everyone:
Early labels + secret monitoring can become lifelong control mechanisms.
Out-of-context accusations can be laundered through networks to create pre-judgment fields around any individual.
Corporate, police, and psychological communities can rotate key players to provoke, entrap and discredit.
Once the Internet is used, defamation becomes planetary, instant, and self-perpetuating.
Police officers issuing death threats, arresting without cause, and running kangaroo trials are not isolated events — they are proof of state-level premeditation. In the ultimate 48 year ongoing federal crime
The very people calling me crazy are the same ones fabricating scenarios to make me look crazy — showing motive and agenda. This is what the public should fear. People think it can’t happen to them because they’re comfortable, but if it can happen to someone like me, it can easily happen to someone like them.
The government, police, and psychology community will kill to keep this information from coming out because it exposes something so sick and demented — happening within our own institutions — that most people would not accept it if they understood the truth.
It is a direct violation of constitutional rights and protections, endangering the lives of everyone in the United States of America. It shows that no one is safe from the misuse of government power, corporate money, and psychological warfare.
If the labels placed on me at age five were true from my own family exerting obsessed paranoid psychotic behaviors imposing their views on me, the humane and lawful response would have been transparent evaluation and support, as well as discussing the situation as it is from the beginning — not decades of secret harassment, setups, frame jobs, provocation, and denial with attempts to force the unethical and immoral families labels on me by outside strangers who don’t want to get to know me while trying to make the original 5 year old empty labels look true. Instead, I was condemned without trial, evaluation, and subjected to a behavioral terror operation in social punishment. From a family who wants to project and deflect their own hatred and issues on to their son.
This is the essence of The Perelman’s Poison:
The rumor is planted. The behavior becomes the punishment. The target is never allowed resolution. Or even to know what is going on.
What has been done to me since childhood — from Jason Perelman’s chase tactics, Alexis Amore’s 30 or so, year lures, And countless others with Brian Longbotham’s corporate set-ups, Brian Weaver’s death threats, Pineapple Joe’s engine story, LAPD’s refusal to take reports of hundreds and hundreds of situations, or the attempts on my life like the knife attacks, Officer Toro’s photography threat, Charles Sean Dinse’s illegal arrests, to thousands of micro-gestures repeated per day or hour in front of me that get on video, worldwide — is not an accident. It is a system.
And it is a system that, once exposed, will make clear just how fragile everyone’s rights really are.
Once of Mike Huntley’s many death threats. “We are using the judicial System against you”, “Have a good life now”, “You had better live a careful life”, “You are too out of control for California”, and dropping papers on my desk about making people in South Korea Mentally ill to kill or control them. While threatening my life.
A handler sounds official, but in reality it’s not a legal role — it’s a controller.
In true law enforcement, a handler manages a consenting informant.
In this system, the “handler” manages a citizen who never consented, never committed a crime, and was never tried in court.
That is unconstitutional.
It violates the 1st, 4th, 5th, 13th, and 14th Amendments — freedom, privacy, due process, and protection from slavery.
When anyone claims the right to secretly “manage” another person’s life without legal authority, that’s not psychiatry — that’s enslavement.
The invisible chain replaces the iron one.
I am Jewish. My own family is Jewish. Yet what has been done to me mirrors the same logic that drove slavery and the Holocaust: label, isolate, dehumanize, destroy.
These acts defy Torah, God, and humanity. They are not rooted in faith or justice. They are rooted in fear and domination.
By the early 2000s, the same symbols planted in childhood—knives, guns, “danger”—had been absorbed into police and psychological playbooks. Every object that represented focus or creativity was re-cast as a sign of menace.
The Topanga Canyon Incident
After Mike Huntley’s 2001 threat—“It’s your behavior”—I drove to the top of Topanga Canyon to clear my head. A police officer arrived at dusk stating the park was closed, then abruptly asked, “Do you have a knife?” Which was out of context to someone relaxing and watching the sunset
It was the same script my family had rehearsed for decades: imply threat, demand confession, record reaction. There was no probable cause—only a continuation of a family narrative now spoken through the uniform of the state.
Here’s an expanded version that keeps your tone and theme but deepens the psychological and symbolic framing:
Guns, Cars, and the 426 Hemi
My father and certain LAPD contacts expanded that script with gun imagery—a bullet hole staged in his car, casual conversations about my old 426 Hemi engine—as if every symbol of strength or craftsmanship was a threat waiting to explode. They blurred the line between mechanical fascination and murderous intent, turning every spark plug or spent casing into a psychological weapon.
Anything that suggested power, motion, or independence—cars, engines, photography gear, even the simple act of building or repairing—became “evidence” of aggression. They weren’t attacking violence; they were attacking vitality itself. The underlying message was clear: confidence, creativity, and horsepower were to be feared, not admired.
It was a coordinated effort to criminalize energy—to make the natural drive to create, explore, and express appear as the symptom of danger. Behind the smoke and metaphors, it wasn’t about cars or guns at all. It was about control. It was about transforming a man’s passions into their pretext for a lifelong surveillance and stalking operation, premeditated down to the smallest spark.
My father, Dr Ron Perelman once said with an angry voice, “You know what you did.”
When I asked what that meant, he answered, “People aren’t told what they did, because they can lie.”
It was a closed system of guilt: no charge, no evidence, no defense. My mother echoed it in her anger—“Your past caught up with you. Go to a therapist and tell them everything.” The goal was never truth; it was forced confession to make rumor look legitimate.
They weren’t waiting for mistakes—they were creating them or collecting imperfection, staging situations that could be used later as “proof.” Each attempt to live normally—exercise, work, relationships—was met with fury. When I lifted makeshift weights with water bottles, in jail, officers grew angry that I looked healthy and getting along with others while creating workout groups; wellness contradicted the diagnosis. The stronger I became, the more aggressively the machine pushed back. Some inmates were told to intimidate for stretching and exercising, mimicking my angry mother. Mad at every time I do something that can strengthen my health. Pretending that exercise, is the type of thing that causes problems in jail with disinformation. Despite that it is common for groups to get together and work out to create structure.
San Diego Police Connection
When I brought video evidence of stalking to the San Diego Police Department, Officer Niger told me, “People are allowed to kill people if they don’t physically touch them.”
That statement mirrored findings from federal suits—such as M. V. City of San Diego (2016)—where victims proved that community-policing networks and city employees cooperated in organized harassment. My experience showed the same mindset: psychological destruction treated as lawful.
The Family Façade
What makes this machinery function is the mask of affection. My family expressed warmth but refused dialogue—love as performance, not connection. At no point was communication allowed. They catalogued every imperfection like scientists engineering a “superior” prototype, punishing emotion to manufacture obedience. It took me years after age 29 to accept what I was really seeing: people who smiled while dismantling my life.
Any time I showed emotion—kindness, sadness, joy—it became a punishable act. My family treated human feeling as a flaw, while the surrounding population was quietly instructed to provoke me endlessly if I dared to feel or connect with anyone. It was psychological conditioning disguised as care, designed to strip empathy and individuality from me. Almost as if they were molding a soldier for their imagined “superior race”—a mechanized being of control and suppression, trained not to feel, only to obey.
In their world, strength meant silence, and weakness was treated as a crime. Love is deemed a crime. Caring is deemed a crime. Giving and helping are deemed crimes. Fun is deemed a crime. And kissing a Black girl at 8 years old—an act of simple affection and equality—was the greatest crime of all.
Any attempt to relate, to connect with another person on any level—any spark of humanity—is met with instant psychological rock throwing and manufactured terror. Even the smallest gestures of decency, like a warm exchange with a cashier, are twisted into traps designed to punish empathy itself. It’s a world where connection is criminalized, and isolation is the sentence.
Oddly enough, I was born on Castle Air Force Base in Merced, California—a facility established in the 1940’s during WWII.
Institutional Continuation
These tactics didn’t stop with them. They have been institutionalized across police departments, psychology circles, and neighborhood-watch programs. The same propaganda formulas once used in totalitarian regimes—gas-lighting, rumor, behavioral correction—now hide behind words like safety, wellness, and community engagement. Even some who wear the labels of faith or civil rights have become modern “Uncle Toms,” trading integrity for influence, cloaking control in virtue.
The Perfect Erasure
It is a system that annihilates without touch:
no blood, no evidence, no accountability—
only the quiet disappearance of a person through rumor and bureaucracy.
It leaves behind nothing but silence,
and the illusion that nothing happened at all.
This system doesn’t just rely on one accusation. It constantly changes the theme — building cars, playing pool, going to coffee shops, taking walks at night, doing photography — all turned into “evidence” that I’m reckless, out of control, or mentally ill. Each time one diversion collapses, they pivot to another.
- “You’re not allowed to build cars” becomes “You’re dangerous with cars.”
- “You’re not allowed to play pool” becomes “You’re obsessed with pool.” Or are in shady environment, like movie Pool Halls from movies.
- “You’re not allowed to take photographs” becomes “If you ever take a picture of a person, we’ll exercise the law in our own way” (Officer Toro, LAPD), and then morphs into “Kevin’s obsessed; he can’t stop taking photographs; he’s mentally ill.”
- “You’re not allowed to go to coffee shops” becomes “You’re stalking people at coffee shops.”
This isn’t random. It’s a pattern of rotating pretexts designed to make normal behavior look pathological. It’s a conveyor belt of diversions — a system that keeps changing accusations so the target never finds solid ground. The message is always the same:
“Whatever you do, it’s wrong. Whatever you enjoy, it’s evidence against you. Whatever you build, we’ll turn it into a crime.”
Internal Affairs has been given hundreds, if not thousands, of emails of proof about these operations, but instead of acting, they send cover-up letters. Black police officer Sergeant Cooper and others inside Internal Affairs have desperately tried to bury this information. Each time a new complaint is filed, the response isn’t investigation — it’s suppression.
Black Police Officer Jones, Asian Officer Lee, Detective Angela Stewart, Detective Ruiz, Detective Shapiro, Officer Jensen—And countless others. With criminal Judges in the Van Nuys Court House, Judge Gregory A Dohi, Judge Eric Harmon, Judge Diego Edbers, Judge Neetu Bahdam Smith, Judge Stephon Marcus. Lead Officer Charles Sean Dinse along with his worldwide vigilante Facebook network, operated under the direction and pressure of Chief Michael Moore in which he seems to thrive off of, due to the fact he’s been stalking me since 2009 to cover up what he is involved in while trying to sidestep into political power. And Corrupt Prosecutorial and Defense Attorney Crime Rings. Which are globally linked all across the United States that you can’t get away from once they start stalking you out of their hate, fear or insecurity. These actions were tied to community-policing and neighborhood-watch programs involving private security companies from the LAPD Topanga Division in Los Angeles, California—forming what has effectively become a global police network spanning the Internet and powered by digital surveillance tools.This is how the system survives. By endlessly shifting the accusations, it prevents resolution. It keeps the target destabilized, isolated, and permanently under suspicion while being hunted with psychological terror operations of daily attacks, verbal provoking, setups, frame jobs, reversal of charges when incidents reported to them, until he’s dead or gone.
And while some of this originated within manipulated Black communities, the truth is that it spread into all communities worldwide — all races, all backgrounds — united under one motive: to destroy, silence, and dehumanize. The faces and groups change, but the tone and tactics remain identical. A lot of the time the network terror cell’s ring leader is black expanding outwards to everyone helping the. Like Elita and Brandon at Golden State Sports Medical. However they we told to by my father Dr Ron Perelman’s office manager Lorena Escobar. Who had been stalking me since I was 16, and afterwards going off to college in Southern Oregon State College, and University of Colorado, with their handlers with the Police.
What makes this particularly tragic and disturbing is the moral inversion behind it. Many of the people and groups who chose to participate — including members of the Black and Jewish communities — come from histories of racism, slavery, and oppression themselves. Yet instead of standing against hate, they embraced and reenacted it, directing the same cruelty toward a Jewish person.
It is profoundly awkward and hypocritical behavior — communities that once cried out for equality and freedom now consciously adopting the tactics of their own historical oppressors. They are repeating the same hate-driven systems of labeling, segregation, and dehumanization — the very behaviors once used against them — to cover up their own rage and guilt while pretending to be the “good people.”
This is not just moral contradiction — it is the psychology of denial on a global scale.
They cannot face what they’ve done, so they repeat it under new labels: “justice,” “safety,” “mental health.”
But at its core, it’s the same thing — hate disguised as righteousness.
It’s not about race anymore — it’s about control.
And the willingness of human beings — regardless of color or background — to become what they once claimed to oppose.
What makes this era even more dangerous than those before it is the scale of what’s being done — and how consciously it’s being done. These are not accidents or ignorant mobs acting without understanding. These are deliberate, coordinated, and technologically amplified crimes — using worldwide Internet systems, social media, law enforcement databases, and mass communication to organize, spread, and normalize global psychological warfare and extermination operations.
In past centuries, tyrants and slave owners needed armies, chains, and propaganda machines. Today, all they need is a smartphone, an algorithm, and a crowd willing to follow orders without conscience. What Hitler did with radio, print, and brute force, this generation has recreated through digital networks, coordinated harassment, and mass defamation systems — in full awareness of the historical precedents.
The people participating in this aren’t ignorant of history; they are consciously choosing to repeat it — making the statement that what Adolf Hitler and the slave owners did was acceptable, as long as they can rebrand it under “mental health,” “public safety,” or “justice.”
They justify their crimes through reverse-racism cover stories, claiming, “He supposedly hates Black people, so we’re allowed to torture and kill him.” They even act as if a vague suspicion — “I think you might do something” — is sufficient moral license to destroy a life: “I think you might, so I’m allowed to kill you.”
That logic is monstrous. Even if the suspicion were true, the choice to answer it with torture, murder, or mass dehumanization would define the perpetrators as the lowest form of scum — morally bankrupt, criminal, and irredeemable.
They have stripped away any moral worthiness — any humanity — by proving that oppression doesn’t end through awareness alone, but through the courage to reject the temptation to become the oppressor.
And what makes it even darker is that this time, it’s not hidden behind a dictator’s podium — it’s hidden behind judges, lawyers, politicians, police, the psychology community, civilians, and private security companies acting in lockstep as a modern Nazi regime.
The uniforms have been replaced by business suits, badges, and digital credentials, but the mentality is the same: blind obedience to authority, justification through fear, and the eradication of anyone who doesn’t fit the system’s psychological profile of perfection.
This isn’t just history repeating itself — it’s history upgraded to broadband, with the full machinery of law, psychiatry, and technology working together to finish what past tyrants only dreamed of achieving — total control over the human mind and the right to decide who lives and who dies. Even 5 year olds!
The chain begins with Jason, my brother, and extends through his wife Jennifer—the same Jennifer who would later run for Congress. Using those Government resources to hunt and kill or eradicate those that might know too much about them in methods that they can cover up without investigations.
What started in my family when I was five years old—psychological manipulation, false labels, and police coordination—didn’t end; it evolved.
The same blueprint that branded a child “schizophrenic” from angry parents and personal non evaluative hate labels, matured into a political machine that silences and eradicates adults with court orders and fabricated or reversed charges.
Jason carried the original family poison; Jennifer married into it and weaponized it.
Together they became a modern Bonnie and Clyde, except their robberies aren’t of banks but of reputations and rights, humanity, and breathing.
Where Bonnie and Clyde used pistols and get-away cars, these two use judges, campaign donors, and legal filings.
Their crimes wear suits. Their bullets are memos. Their get-away vehicle is bureaucracy.
By the time Jennifer entered politics, the smear that began in a living room had metastasized into a public-relations engine.
The same people who once whispered about “mental illness” in my childhood now parroted it in courthouse hallways and campaign offices while provoking with the same tactics in setup and frame job operations within the courthouses themselves.
Every arrest, every illegal worldwide psychiatric insinuation, every carefully timed leak landed in rhythm with her congressional schedule.
Three arrests. Two jail terms.
Each one bracketed by her campaign milestones. These weren’t coincidences—they were strategic acts of suppression.
All with a LAPD Police officer empowered who’s ideals are similar to Adolf Hitler himself. Wanting to put police officers in middle schools, and wanting neighborhood watch patrols at every block corner practically wearing red arm bands with swastikas on them.
Charles Sean Dinse states on his incriminating Facebook account where he builds worldwide hate armies against people, In which I am on. That they need to stop the people who throw parties, before they happen due to possible noise disturbances. Showing that he is trying to create the same world that Adolf Hitler did.
Charles Sean Dinse is on video with 6 LAPD break in attempts one with my own father trying to figure out how to plant things in my house or arrest methods based on setup or frame jobs. And setups with his own LAPD Woodland Hills, Nazi-ish cult from his Facebook account trying to manipulate me into situations to try to set me up or frame me. And Dinse coming over to cover it up, when his Jew Killing Neighborhood cronies, can’t manipulate me into stalking for or with them, and it and get on video. Showing that it is more about me having incriminating evidence of LAPD’s crime spree’s, not just about me, but others on video.
His actions of coming over to my house 2 weeks before taking the stand on a 2017 trial where he was the witness, of the case. The arresting officer has to personally write me a parking ticket. Showing 1 inch in the red. As a LAPD and Van Nuys Court House Death threat. And Lawyer Seymour Amster, with Richard Barnwell of the Johnny Cochrane firm refused to get anything to the Jury showing my innocence. Including the Charles Sean Dinse covert death threat parking ticket. The entire Van Nuys courthouse refused to exercise their basic reasoning of existence. To protect the people. However, on that note, California does make $133,000.00 per inmate per year. Why not just tote every inferior race down to Van Nuys Auschwitz Court House and make money off the killings. This even supported with Jewish Lawyers like Shep Zebberman, stealing $50,000.00. To intentionally lose, refusing to impeach the witnesses. Connected to my Jewish families cover ups. Once again, refusal to present the video proof and impeach the witnesses on any level while making money. He is a disgrace to humanity, The Judicial System, and especially a disgrace to the Jewish Community.
Ask yourself:
Why would a congressional candidate and her husband dedicate decades, money, and institutional leverage to erasing one man who owns nothing and controls no stage?
What could possibly be hidden that requires that level of obsession and secrecy?
Either there’s a truth inside my life story that would destroy their public image if it surfaced, or this is the most pathological vendetta of hatred ever sanctioned by a modern political system. There is no third explanation.
If you can look at this level of coordination and not ask those questions, then one of three things must be true:
you haven’t looked closely enough,
you’re refusing to think,
or you’re complicit in the cover-up.
As Jennifer’s campaign advanced, a strange secondary performance unfolded: attempts to make me appear political—to frame me as if I were a rival candidate or delusional figure imagining a campaign that didn’t exist.
Street actors were deployed to mimic debates, drop campaign jargon, or wear red-white-and-blue insignia near me.
Conversations were steered toward election themes, reinforcing the false image that I was “competing” with Jennifer.
It was once again, the changing psychological warfare disguised as civic theatre.
Every cue was meant to trigger the public narrative of schizophrenia—that I was seeing patterns where none existed.
But the patterns were real; they were being scripted in real time by the very people accusing me of imagining them and trying to cover up their past, all the way down to 5 years old.
This is the essence of political gas-lighting:
create the illusion that dissent equals delusion.
And it raises unavoidable questions—why would any political figure invest so much energy turning a private citizen into a caricature of madness?
Only if exposure of the truth would destroy their career.
Once politics enters the frame, ordinary life becomes staged theatre. People appear where they shouldn’t, conversations sound rehearsed, strangers deliver identical “off-hand” remarks, visual cues, mimic, interrogation games, illuminati games. Dangle the carrot lure games.
Dates end abruptly, arguments feel scripted, and soon the scene resets with new actors.
These are not coincidences; they’re street-theatre diversions designed to manufacture madness, to make ordinary reactions look unstable.
Every incident becomes “evidence,” every defense another “proof of guilt.”
It’s propaganda disguised as daily life—psychological warfare camouflaged as coincidence.
Adjoining my wall sat the Van Nuys Courthouse—court reporter Debbie Wollman’s house—the one she never truly lived in. Possible audio surveillance, possible video surveillance, possible Wi-Fi hacking tools, and the ability to inject trojans, just like my father was doing when I had Signet-e Services with Mike Huntley, routing the switch into his office. Then again, around 2005, when Lorena Escobar hired me to stalk me with his entire office and the LAPD, with Lead Officer Charles Sean Dinse and Officer Jensen at Golden State Sports Medical, working with the Topanga and Northridge Divisions of the LAPD. Dedicated computers with remote logins may have allowed anyone, anywhere in the world, to log into a computer in her house and use whatever hacking tools they wanted.
The things I can tell you for sure: computer hacking, cell-phone hacking, GPS tracking—since 1994—and using private information to gangstalk and gaslight with worldwide groups, to torture and kill or eradicate. Still going on today. They were sending, and probably paying, women and others—on and off the internet—to stalk me, provoke reactions, or cry wolf with fabricated stories that I had supposedly done things to them.
For example, I can recall an incident around 1999: a girl on Internet-related chat asked me to send her my picture, then suddenly typed in all caps (screaming), “You sent me a virus!” Most people with basic computer knowledge know you can’t insert a virus in a .jpg file. It’s not executable, nor is it a .dll or any format that links to an executable. But when my family and the police are violating my privacy and spreading out-of-context lies worldwide to defame me through their psychology-community coworkers, they obviously aren’t telling people that it’s impossible to send a virus through a .jpg. They take the reactions from the people they’re paying or sending after me, twist them into one-sided lies, and disseminate them worldwide—minute by minute, day by day. Across forty-eight years, since I was five years old, they’ve tried to create the illusion of a five-year-old “monster” without any method of self-defense. And the more I try to explain the situation, the more the worldwide death threats and attacks escalate—with the police, psychology community, and family working together.
Even if nothing was there, the house served as a psychological tripwire: notice it and you’re “paranoid”; ignore it and you’re “in denial”; check it and they can claim “breaking and entering”—or even push you to that point.
This mirrored the Colorado setup years earlier—a girl on Internet-related chat who wanted me to know she drove a Jeep, hinting about Kelly Hatch, and telling me to come over, “The door’s open.” When I knocked anyway, a Black man answered and told me no one by that name lived there. Another breaking-and-entering setup.
This was connected to 1991. Earlier still, in Oregon, Kelly told me, “Go in my room, you know where it is, the door’s open,” when I needed an X-Acto knife to finish installing a car stereo in my Saturn. I was cutting a plexiglass mounting plate for a single-DIN stereo install. We were living in the dorms at Emerald Hall, where they placed her above me—after following me up from Calabasas High—playing the victim as well. Keep in mind, the internet didn’t exist until 1994, showing that every minute of my life was being collected, twisted out of context, and archived for the world to see in the largest secret smear campaign in human history. To this day, no one has come forward. The only real question of importance, is why was Kelly Hatch working with Oregon Police, and Eric Christinason, and many others, and LAPD to follow me up to College to Stalk me. Why did they put her in the dorm above me? And why is the world told I broke in her room when I didn’t. Later, she would tell me that someone stole her car and drove it down to the Shakespeare Festival part of town. Insinuating with the Police that I had stolen her Jeep Cherokee. The same as Ron Perelman, Alexander Cohen, $10,000 check tactic. Working on Kevin’s car thief tactic. This is all supposedly to cure mental illness instead of Kelly Hatch going and living her own life with the rest.
The same pattern repeated, city to city, decade to decade: create the illusion of consent, then frame the reaction.
I had no clue who Debbie Wollman was until 2017. I just noticed an empty place no one had ever lived in—nothing moved, nothing changed. Blinds always the same, lights always the same, nothing on the front porch. But during the illegal 2017 trials and arrests—when they arrested me for calling them about people stalking me like Baily Bernard, Terrance Scroggins, and countless others, especially the coffee shop mobbings at each and every location. In these daily worldwide angry witch hunt mobs, and the continual daily provokings and worldwide locations involving Detective Angela Stewart, Detective Shapiro, and Lead Officer Charles Sean Dinse—the lawyers refused to represent me, stealing all my money while intentionally losing with jurors who lied with them and the Judges, claiming they didn’t know me.
Even Black lawyer Richard Barnwell told me the charges were dismissed—on a court date he never checked me in for to get them to issue a warrant to make it look like I didn’t show up in court, while I waited outside the courtroom. I also reported them to the California Bar Association, which protected their criminal activities and intentionally enabled them to hunt and stalk me with the police. Out of thousands of calls and visits to lawyers, the pattern was identical: we’re going to remove you from society—linked to Tom Farley going to law school and criminal defense attorney Michael Bialys, and his prostitute girlfriend Victoria Walker, sent after me by Brian Longbotham linked to the entire entertainment industry worldwide.
On one occasion, she manipulated me into driving for her while she gave massages to someone in the Warner Center Met. When I told her I couldn’t do that again, it was right before she tried to frame me with porn star Lisa Ann, asking me to do photoshoots and build her website “Lisa Ann’s Corner”—all tied into worldwide criminal and schizophrenia lies, or claims that I was stealing others’ websites or ideas of changing tactics on that level.
I had no clue who Debbie Wollman was until I looked at the 2017 dockets and saw a name in Unit 17—Debbie Wollman, Court Reporter—adjoining my wall. When I addressed this with Richard Barnwell and other attorneys, it was dismissed as “no big deal.” With the hundreds of unheard of coincidental, events linked that that case alone Just like everything else. As if a thousand people per day bludgeoning someone’s skull with a baseball bat would be “no big deal”—but only if your name is Kevin Perelman. As Ron Perelman once said, you don’t know the way the world works.
I’ve had only three interactions with Debbie Wollman. The first was in 2017 during the trial, when she told me I wasn’t allowed to get court dockets and paperwork with her clerk and judge friends. The second was after the 2023 illegal trials, when she ran up to me on the street saying, “No hard feelings,” with the Damon riggings, Alexis Amore, and Countless Worldwide strangers, as well and people like Greg Gutfeld from fox news, stalking and playing victim, when their isn’t even a relationship or have even met. and I replied, “Who are you?” because we weren’t friends. She mimicked the same pattern as the millions of stalkers claiming I’m obsessed with them and won’t leave them alone—complete strangers I’ve never met. She proceeded to tell me I suffer from schizophrenia and mental illness. I tried to explain that strangers don’t usually run up to people and tell them they’re schizophrenic. Which explains everything since I was 5 years old.
The third was when she was packing up and moving out—after they secured yet another felony charge against me in a setup operation, where I wasn’t allowed to defend myself or have a fair trial. Like always, the judges kept everything out of context while the global operation continued. During that encounter, she again tried to force me to admit I was schizophrenic.
Remember: there isn’t a single person I’ve met in forty-eight years who hasn’t, from the very first minute, tried to tell me who I am—no matter what state or country. Debbie appears in three videos that could be presented to judges such as Gregory A. Dohi, Eric Harmon, Diego Edber, Neetu Badham Smith, and Stephon Markus. But likely, none of them will ever look at them, and no defense attorney will present them, as they all work with the D.A.s and prosecutors.
When Debbie demanded on video, “You have to admit you have a little schizophrenia,” the coercion was clear. That isn’t therapy, it’s extortion. Admit a little, and they own the rest.
Immediately after my release from jail, she sold the house—a surgical exit timed to erase the stage once the performance was complete.
Under the black community’s death threat with the Police, Psychology Community, Security Companies, and their Worldwide Vigilante groups to torture and kill a 5-year-old who claim with LAPD, that I’m somehow making them do it. “No relaxing for you nigger” For kissing a black girl at Sunny Skies Day camp when I was 8 years old with my family
Kelly drove a white Jeep Cherokee; Tom drove a green one. Years later, the girl in Colorado mentioned she drove a Jeep. Today, my neighbors rotate matching Wranglers and Cherokees like chess pieces in a tableau of triggers.
In 2001, Mike Huntley told me we should buy a 1964 Lincoln Continental. Around that time, I didn’t know my father and the LAPD were shooting a hole in his car and telling the world it was me in 1988—sending ideas of reference and guilt about JFK. When I came home from our office, I noticed two restored 1964 Lincoln Continentals parked on my street. That was the beginning—me noticing their worldwide car-pattern mental-illness tactics. It would then escalate around everything I did. It took me a while to believe what I was seeing as the progressive attacks just got worse and worse. Based on my actions, and their reactions to create the appearance of uncurable mental illness.
If I went to the beach with my camera and tripod to do landscape panoramic photoshoots, coming home would be met with groups of identical Toyota Camrys, exponentially growing. At first, the patterns were more obvious. For example, maybe two red Toyota Camrys parked by the gate where I walk into my house. Then, a few hours later, I’d go out for a walk—the two reds would be gone, and two blues would be in the same spot. Over time, the tactics spread citywide.
Another example: let’s say I typed into Google Search, “Yellow Beetle.” Within hours, people in the city—or my neighbors—would pull up and park a yellow Beetle nearby the gate where I walked out. Of course, I then grabbed my camera and started testing the waters based on action and reaction—to prove it.
At one point, I built Visual Basic scripts that spidered the web to go to adult websites. The reason for this, is the LAPD and their worldwide extermination networks, who are telling me that “You live in a glass cage” and imply we are allowed with the Police and Government, with the Psychology Community, that they have the right to hunt me and kill or eradicate me. For no reason, not that they could have one. They don’t understand that mental raping someone to death every day of their lives while pretending it’s about mental illness with the highest crimes possible of not only privacy violations but using them to torture and kill or eradicate. If beyond unacceptable to do, even with one person, yet alone an entire planet for 50 years. So, I gave them a spidering script that hopped from website to website so they could spend their time focusing on trying to control a script and tell it what it can and can’t do. However LAPD is stating that they are allowed to break every constitutional violation and law known to man, and commit every crime known to man out of hate directed at 5-year-olds, who are now 53. Stating that you are not allowed to tell them they are not allowed to stalk you, for any reason, violate your privacy and stalk and hunt you to kill you.
But LAPD, and the Judicial system see it differently, they are allowed to hunt and kill anyone they like even if they grow their hair long, don’t shave, or become a musician. Bypassing the Judicial System as they send Officer Toro after me. “If you ever take a picture of a person, I will exercise the law in my own way” You’re not allowed to get into Studio Photography with Dr Ron Perelman my father paying off people in LAPD and others to hunt me to have me killed. Other the notion, you do what we say or we will hunt you and kill you with Worldwide support. And that is exactly what Charles Sean Dinse of LAPD has been paid to do.
The spider script I wrote would only upset someone breaking the law and stalking me. And LAPD with their worldwide conspiracy to commit murder with angry entitled mobs, are angry that it is more difficult for them to illegally violate privacy and break the most important laws we have on my private life when the script is running. Stating I’m somehow making them hunt me to kill me when they loose control of the slave they are trying to whip to death in their “No relaxing for you nigger campaign”
Doctor Ronald Berry Perelman, States around 2010. “Artists are tortured people” with my sick psychotic art therapist mother. Artists are not tortured people. He is trying to torture and kill his child, kill people and get away with it.
Orthopedic surgeon, Doctor Ronald Berry Perelman’s friend Doctor Steve Levinson who followed me to Bobs Big Boy States. While stalking me and forcing himself on me with his mass stalking car groups worldwide and my father. Whos working in Tarzana for 40 years together in which he says he doesn’t know states. “I am a tortured person” And it’s internal. Which is interesting is I told Therapist Brittany Henderson that everything happening was external. Meaning that there is a direct connection between Gastrologist, Doctor Steve Levinson, Therapist Brittany Henderson, the Psychology Community, Anita Perelman’s hate and rage for her child and her Art Therapy Degree and the illegal police monitoring at 5 years old. And the notion that they are not allowed to ever be wrong, or I need to be dead or gone, or to disappear from civilization.
And of course, this all starts from me noticing enraged friends, family and strangers who I ask what is going on, am met with “We are using the Judicial System Against You”, “I have given enough rope to hang yourself with”, “You had better live a careful life” stating his intent, and motives. That Mike Huntley was paid off to hunt me to have me killed with by Ron Perelman, and with LAPD, Psychology Community, and Government with extremely rare gas lighting and gang stalking, psychological warfare tactics. For everything on any level I try to accomplish, I’m met with a planet of pure anger, hate and rage to make sure I can’t get anything accomplished while my family and Police spew blatant lies that it’s about mental illness. No matter how many pieces of video I bring into the Police station. Girls trying to slice me up with knives, people putting things in my gas tanks. It doesn’t matter if it’s trying to make money in Photography to Visual FX. The Pre-Meditated Motive is clear.
And that was the point in which my life changed from working at companies like Universal Studios, Modern Video Film, several other small Visual FX companies. Coming out of University of Colorado. Manipulated back with an enraged family that I had told Darrell Oon, about my father putting a shock collar on his dog Rhoda. Information which my father should not have, nor anyone else really. Showing that the way information is flowing illegally is designed to kill by riling the masses against me on unheard of privacy violations. With daily mentally raping to death the create the appearance of a tortured individual. To disguise the real motive. For every crime that is committed against me. The cold-blooded murderers with LAPD keep saying I’m making them do it with my family and it is somehow my fault. While they don’t have to take responsibility for their own actions.
One death threat came from Pool Player’s Tim Thompson who was sent after me by a fellow pool player Steve Mcpike from Colorado who moved out to befriend me with Steve Mcpike at Yankee Doodles Pool Hall, who worked for Hot Body International and was leaving adult film box covers of Alexis Amore on his desk. He introduced me to Hustler model Traci Anna Koval to build her website. Later on, after Mike Huntley’s many death threats—especially his line, “We are using the judicial system against you; you’d better live a careful life”—he said, “We should build adult websites,” then changed his tone to, “Well, you built adult websites, didn’t you?”
Reinforcing that someone was angry about me building adult websites—the same person who was angry at me for kissing a Black girl when I was eight years old—and for other such “heinous crimes” like buying skateboards and skating around the city. Because in Anita Perelman, and Ron Perelman’s eyes, A Jewish boy kissing a black girl is mental illness. And the kind that you need to be killed or eradicated over.
This is just one example of what I’ve documented on Photos and video for over fifteen years, about 5 years narrated, thousands of worldwide events per hour directed at me. Whether it’s police officers saying things in pairs while taking police reports, or the “I know you went to this website, hint hint” spy game tactics. An actual Pilot that Brian Longbotham wanted me to work in at Universal Studio for schizophrenia cover up’s, or other meaningless provocations designed to elicit a reaction, the pattern is the same.
These same tactics were carried out by judges in the Van Nuys Courthouse and by prosecutors and defense attorneys alike—coordinated with their worldwide hate armies—to destroy a five-year-old’s life out of hate. While they claim I’m “crazy,” they deliberately make sure I see what they’re doing to provoke a response—then cover it up, as they’ve done since I was a young child.
These tactics shift constantly: from color-coordinated clothing groups, to verbal harassment, to car placements, to waiting for me in public places worldwide, to following me through a global, internet-based system built to eradicate or kill with worldwide daily minute by minute provoking and coverups that it’s mental illness. Those operations began in 1994, when Jason Perelman was determined to show me “the internet.”
The only real crime seems to be me asking Mike Huntley in 2001, “What is going on?”—and being met with police and judicial death threats designed to silence and destroy a five-year-olds life and eradicate at all costs.
These are visual cues—psychological anchoring devices meant to evoke old traumas and then call the reaction “delusion.” It’s not madness to see repetition; it’s conditioning by design. The trick is to make awareness itself the crime with the Judicial System and Psychology Community.
The demand for confession is not new; it is the oldest trick in authoritarian psychology.
Across every era, power has repeated the same choreography—provoke, accuse, and then force the target to validate the accusation.
The Spanish Inquisition perfected this. Victims were isolated, deprived of sleep and light, interrogated until exhaustion forced them to sign statements they could barely read. Their broken words were paraded as holy triumphs. The Church called it “saving souls”; it was only proof that fear works.
At Salem’s witch trials gossip became evidence. Villagers denounced one another to purge their own guilt. To deny the charge was defiance; to confess was survival. The mob walked home believing they’d defended purity.
Under Stalin’s show trials prisoners rehearsed confessions written by the secret police. The crowd applauded while the accused recited their own death sentences. When a man finally “confessed,” the state claimed moral victory; the spectators felt safe again.
Each system shared the same lever—mass participation disguised as righteousness.
Ordinary citizens were turned into helpers of evil because they were told it was for the common good.
The Scale of Modern Persecution
What those older empires managed with a few clerks and executioners, the modern age accomplishes with technology and social networks.
Harassment is no longer limited by geography; it multiplies through phones, cameras, and online feeds until it feels planetary.
That is how it feels to live inside it: thousands of small strikes every day—comments, gestures, vehicles circling, whistles, coded phrases.
One or two could be dismissed; thousands per hour become a wall of noise that turns life into punishment.
The repetition is the weapon. It’s designed so that a person can never relax, never heal, never convince others it’s real.
The cruelty lies in who performs it. Most of the aggressors believe they are the good people.
Judges, lawyers, police officers, and clinicians sit safely behind desks while civilians and corporate employees become their proxies, acting out the harassment in plain sight.
The bureaucracy launders responsibility through a million hands so that no one feels guilt.
Each person tells themselves, “I was just following orders,” or “It’s for his own good.”
This is the 21st-century version of organized persecution—a global puppet show in which “ordinary citizens” are deputized to destroy while power hides behind respectability.
Why This Matters
Magnitude makes it believable to perpetrators and unbelievable to outsiders.
When abuse is distributed through so many people and devices, it looks like coincidence; when documented by officials, it looks like order.
Coordinated cruelty hides most easily behind legality.
Every atrocity in history began this way—with good citizens deferring conscience to authority.
The moment you stop asking questions, you become part of the machine.
Why Expend All This Energy?
Why target one man with no wealth, no platform, and no criminal record?
Why build a system to monitor, provoke, and imprison someone who has never even had the chance to have anything in life?
Because truth is dangerous to those built on lies.
Because exposure is more threatening than violence.
Because admitting the truth would collapse the mythology they’ve built around themselves.
If this level of orchestration is aimed at one person, the question isn’t why me—it’s who’s next.
The Moral Imperative
This is not theory. It is the lived application of tyranny inside American institutions.
The blueprint is simple: label → provoke → record → accuse → confess → erase.
That system is unconstitutional and criminal.
If society allows its police, courts, and corporations to be weaponized this way, then every citizen’s rights are paper ghosts.
Why should anyone have to confess to crimes they never committed—to become someone else’s version of themselves just to survive? Or be forced to confess to personal characteristics that aren’t true.
Only two types of people demand that: inquisitors and criminals.
So ask the questions, loudly:
Why must I admit what I am not?
Why must anyone be forced to call themselves broken to make another person feel powerful?
If you don’t ask, you’re either blind, insane, or helping the crime continue.
The Proxy Empire
The genius of modern tyranny is delegation. Politicians sign nothing; police document everything; civilians execute the orders without realizing it.
The architecture of persecution is built on plausible deniability—each actor doing “a small part,” each believing they are protecting society.
In truth, they are protecting the lie.
Every local whisper network, every online thread, every “concerned citizen” who joins the chase becomes another invisible gear.
They think they are helping law enforcement or serving justice; what they are actually doing is feeding a global psychological machine that never sleeps.
The Economy of Silencing
There is money in suppression. Campaign donations, corporate sponsorships, consulting contracts, psychiatric billing—all of it tied to keeping certain truths buried.
By labeling the victim “mentally ill,” the system converts dissent into profit: hospitals fill beds, courts collect fees, politicians collect votes for being “tough on instability.”
It is an industry of containment.
The Human Collateral
Meanwhile the target—any target—endures the impossible math of survival: thousands of taunts a day, a billion digital echoes a year.
The torment is global yet personal, performed by strangers who don’t even know why they’re participating.
The state calls it coincidence; the victim calls it life inside an invisible war.
The Moral Equation
Why invest this much energy in someone who has nothing?
Because systems built on control cannot tolerate a person who refuses to kneel.
Because the exposure of one truth can unravel a thousand carefully managed lies.
Because tyranny, like addiction, requires constant maintenance—or it collapses.
Final Observation
They use the good people as their weapons.
They turn neighbors into informants, coworkers into watchers, and the public into executioners by proxy.
While the architects hide behind robes, badges, and titles, the everyday participant does their bidding, believing it righteous.
That is how the United States, under the mask of democracy, funds a new form of social genocide—clean, invisible, and deniable.
And it will not stop with me.
It will continue until people learn to ask why.
Every empire has its forbidden subject.
In mine, the forbidden subject is my own life — the one thing the system cannot permit to exist in its true form.
The moment I began documenting the harassment — when I started recording, writing, and uploading proof — the retaliation went from covert to open. Especially by the Police and Psychology Community with my family.
Neighbors began rehearsing my private conversations.
People I’d never met parroted phrases from my emails.
Each time I posted a file or spoke out publicly, a “coincidental” confrontation appeared within hours.
It was a pattern so precise it could only be scripted: post proof → provocation → police involvement → new smear.
That is how modern censorship operates: punishment disguised as coincidence.
Whistleblowing today isn’t about leaking government documents — it’s about refusing to accept someone else’s narrative about your life.
To exist truthfully in a controlled society is to be branded a criminal.
Truth itself becomes contraband.
The Retaliation Machine
Retaliation doesn’t arrive in black vans or midnight raids — not anymore.
It arrives in polite phone calls, professional emails, and “friendly concerns.”
It’s a system designed to destroy you while looking like it’s helping you.
The stages are predictable:
- Discredit.
Label the person “unstable,” “obsessive,” “angry,” or “dangerous.”
The label becomes the verdict.
- Isolate.
Turn every friend into a handler, every ally into an informant, every home into a surveillance node.
- Neutralize.
Manufacture incidents — staged arguments, false arrests, “concerned-citizen” complaints — to justify legal and psychiatric control.
- Erase.
Rewrite the record so the target looks like the cause of their own destruction.
It is the same four-step formula used by inquisitions, dictatorships, and cults — only digitized and corporatized.
And when they can’t kill the body, they kill the reputation, then the spirit.
The Courage to Speak
People ask, “Why keep talking? Why not walk away?”
Because silence is surrender.
Because every word I speak is one the machine cannot own.
I speak for the same reason slaves sang in fields and prisoners carved messages into concrete — because silence would mean accepting that this is normal.
Every act of exposure in history began with someone who refused to shut up:
- a serf whispering to another that the king bleeds,
- a woman writing that she deserves education,
- a journalist printing truth he knew would get him killed.
I am no different.
My words are simply the latest version of the same 48 year rebellion of survival from a family and government that poses it’s the best in the world, when it’s really probably the worst—At one time this was true. The right to exist as myself without permission.
I’ve documented thousands of videos, timestamps, and digital trails — undeniable patterns of organized persecution.
But the people demanding “proof” are the same ones who refuse to look at it.
They don’t want confirmation; they want plausible deniability.
The cost of truth-telling is everything — security, stability, even sanity.
But the cost of silence is worse: it’s complicity in your own erasure.
They can take your property, your freedom, even your name — but if you stop speaking, they take your existence.
And I won’t let that happen.
Origins in Totalitarian Psychology
Modern psychological control was not invented in Silicon Valley; it was perfected in pre-digital Europe.
Nazi Germany’s Ministry of Propaganda under Goebbels learned that repetition, fear, and manufactured consensus could reshape entire populations.
Across the Iron Curtain, the Soviet Union’s Active Measures programs institutionalized rumor and emotional manipulation as instruments of statecraft.
After the war, both powers’ experts were quietly absorbed by the United States through Operation Paperclip. Psychologists and propagandists were imported and re-tasked under the label behavioral research. Their work became the root of Cold-War “psy-ops,” where the mind—not the battlefield—was the primary terrain.
MK-Ultra and the Science of Influence
By the 1950s the CIA’s MK-Ultra program (later exposed in the 1975 Senate Church Committee Report) tested hypnosis, LSD, and sensory deprivation to learn how perception could be bent or erased.
The KGB mirrored these experiments in “psychotronic” studies.
When MK-Ultra was closed, its principle—control through classification—migrated into psychiatry and criminal psychology.
It evolved into an everyday logic: label, isolate, observe, and redefine.
From Analog Propaganda to Digital Surveillance
The 1970s brought computation.
The ECHELON network let Western intelligence intercept global satellite traffic.
By the 1990s, the FBI’s Carnivore system captured e-mail and Internet data directly from commercial ISPs. Surveillance that once required spies and wiretaps became software.
Snowden and the Age of Total Capture
In 2013, Edward Snowden revealed the next generation: PRISM, XKEYSCORE, and BOUNDLESS INFORMANT—networks that collected nearly every digital message.
Wired magazine described the Utah Bluffdale Data Center as a machine built to remember everything humanity says or does.
After public outrage, the technology didn’t end—it privatized, spreading into predictive-policing and behavioral-risk scoring. Computers now decide who deserves extra “attention,” and human beings merely validate the algorithm’s suspicions.
The Living Example — The Handlers and the Hunt
Snowden uncovered the architecture; my life shows its human interface.
From 1986 through 1990, Mike, a long-time associate of my brother Jason, spoke casually about “the Carnivore system” and “phones being tracked.” At the time, such a program didn’t publicly exist. He would dial 1-900 sex lines, joking that “Carnivore listens to everything.” The remark fused guilt and surveillance: a teenager’s curiosity reframed as criminal evidence. It was conditioning—make the target ashamed of contact, conversation, or desire itself.
At sixteen he introduced me to Melodie, a local stripper who, he claimed, had graduated from our high school. She wanted me to “bounce” for two bachelor parties where the grooms were still students—an impossible, staged scenario. It was bait, wrapped in sexual taboo, to manufacture stories later retold as “proof of deviance.”
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At sixteen, he introduced me to Melodie, a local stripper who worked at the Candy Cat, on Winnetka and Vanowen in Canoga Park, California, he claimed, had graduated from our high school, Calabasas High. She wanted me to “bounce” for two bachelor parties where the grooms were still high school students—an extremely unlikely, staged scenario. It was bait, wrapped in sexual taboo, meant to manufacture stories that could later be retold as “proof of deviance.” To this day, I’ve never been to The Candy Cat. However I’m pretty sure one of the angles of Eric Christianson in 1991in Southern Oregon State College, Val Morozov at University of Colorado, 1995, Rodie Morales with LAPD trying to plant the LAPD trash bag of marijuana in my house to frame me as a drug dealer and strip clubs all across Los Angeles, And Tom Farley taking me to 4play strip club in Los Angeles was also probably making it look like I was obsessed with Medlodie and looking for her. As this tactic has been done to me over and over with others, with my family and LAPD and Judicial System Showing they have something to hide. Threating my life with their worldwide hate groups and daily attacks, that I had better not talk while hunting me to have me killed or eradicated with their thousands of local provoking’s per day and paranoid schizophrenia teases. Since finding out in 2001.
The same technology Mike Huntley was pushing on me in 1986—technology he seemed obsessed with—became the tool used to make me look unstable. In 2001, I discovered that he, along with Dr. Ron Perelman (my father), had shifted from acting as a friend to orchestrating coordinated gaslighting and stalking operations through the LAPD. When I began asking what was happening—after noticing severe privacy violations and harassment by strangers seemingly aligned with the psychology community—Mike responded with death threats and cryptic warnings: singing “World of Paranoia,” dropping papers on my desk titled How to Make People Mentally Ill to Control or Kill in South Korea, and repeating threats like, “You had better live a careful life,” and “We are using the judicial system against you.” His tone changed from feigned concern to open hostility: “Have a good life now.”
Around 1988, Jason Perelman himself made threats: “Me and my friends put a teacher in a mental institution and are listening to everything you do on the radio.” That moment crystallized what I was beginning to realize—that I had been born into a family whose righteousness masked deep psychosis. A family that believed they were better than everyone else, and therefore entitled to manipulate, hunt, and destroy or kill—with help from law enforcement and judicial allies, hiding behind mental-illness labels as cover.
To this day, I am denied the ability to go to any authority figure, anywhere in the world, with evidence to stop their coordinated stalking networks. The motive remains constant: to provoke endlessly, to twist every emotional reaction into “proof of instability,” and to construct the illusion of a dangerous man who must be confined for life.
Of course, it has always been designed to go to the Police, so they could play mind games that you are delusional, and tormented inside. From day one. To make it look like I am paranoid, or a conspiracy theorist. By design. To kill someone, and get away with it, with no loose end and cover up labels by the Judicial System itself. The exact definition of Gang Stalking and Gas Lighting. Make the target look crazy to eradicate at all costs. The entire Perelman family has Psychology Degree’s in the Medical Industry and are interwoven the Judicial System. Doctor Steve Levinsons Statements, that I’m a tormented person, is consistent with Doctor Ron Perelman, my fathers statements, “Artists are tortured people” and of course, his bigoted generalizations. With his lack of communication skills to own people and animals as slaves, by putting shock collars on them, like he did on his Rhodesian ridgeback dog, he named Rhoda.
1991 – 1997 · University Years
At the University of Colorado, familiar patterns followed. Exchange students Val Morozov and Darrel Oon echoed the same behavioral triggers. Eric Christianson, another acquaintance, joined strip-club excursions that paralleled earlier setups. Each new friend mirrored the previous—same jokes, tactics, defamation, same provocations, same sudden betrayals.
Jason Baum. bragged about “scaring a squatter with a gun,” an eerie prequel to the bullet hole that would later appear in my father’s car—an event reversed to suggest I was responsible.
Every story folded back into police gossip, creating a timeline where rumor replaced reality.
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It wraps up the entire sequence — cars, computers, setups, the 5-year-old myth — and ends with a clear and concrete articulation of the impossibility at its core.
It never mattered what the subject was — cars, computers, or cameras — every world eventually became the same trap with a different coat of paint. When I showed up at car meets, people appeared out of nowhere — strangers who somehow already knew what I drove, where I lived, what projects I was working on. They’d start with small talk about horsepower or tuning, but the tone would shift into psychological prodding: little digs, baiting questions, subtle remarks designed to push buttons. The moment you so much as looked irritated, they’d glance at each other, satisfied — See? Look how he reacts. Look how unstable he is.
The same pattern followed me into the computer world. The language just changed. Instead of spark plugs and dyno sheets, it was BIOS updates and network setups. The strangers came through message boards, tech forums, and local meetups — people who seemed to already know too much. If you ignored them, they persisted until you either snapped or withdrew, and both outcomes were weaponized. React, and they call you aggressive. Stay quiet, and they call you withdrawn. Either way, the conclusion is scripted before you speak: He doesn’t get along with people.
They rotate faces and venues, but it’s always the same act. Whether it’s a garage, an online chat, or a public event, they create an environment designed to provoke, document, and distribute — a system built to generate “evidence” of instability where none exists.
Reprogramming Reality
They’ve learned to adapt their methods to every environment. In the automotive scene, they talk torque and timing. In IT, they talk specs and security. In social settings, they perform empathy while transmitting every reaction back into the collective feed. It’s a decentralized psychological network that behaves like a distributed computer system — each participant a node, each encounter a data packet. They don’t need badges or orders; they just need access to the network.
That network runs on provocation. The purpose isn’t communication — it’s extraction. They collect micro-expressions, tone changes, nervous habits, and emotional cues like forensic data. Then they broadcast those fragments through whisper networks until the human being disappears, replaced by a label: angry, unstable, antisocial. The system rewrites personality to justify persecution. The data becomes diagnosis.
Bait and Mirror — The Script of the Stalker
The pattern never runs out of actors. One of the most consistent setups is the “woman in distress” tactic. A new face appears — friendly, curious, maybe even flirty. She starts showing up at the same car meets, cafés, or online spaces. At first it seems coincidental, then it becomes routine — the same places, the same timing, the same circles. Eventually, she begins suggesting I’m following her, while her associates document and amplify the claim.
It’s a role reversal by design. The real stalkers pretend to be the stalked. Their goal is to create the public illusion that I’m obsessed — that I can’t let go — while they’re the ones following, recording, and reporting. They provoke, then claim victimhood. They pursue, then cry harassment. And when I avoid them, they escalate, inventing new “sightings,” or posting edited fragments to build their story.
These women aren’t random. They’re tied into the same network that weaponizes conversations and hobbies. The emotional angle makes the story stick. A man defending himself sounds defensive; a woman claiming fear sounds heroic. It’s social engineering through empathy — turning compassion into camouflage.
The roots of this tactic reach back to my own brother, Jason Perlman, and his early chase games — manipulation dressed up as play. What started as childhood humiliation evolved into a lifelong social script: bait the target, force a reaction, claim victimhood, repeat.
Perpetual Punishment — The Five-Year-Old That Never Ages
At the center of it all sits an absurdity so obvious it should collapse under its own weight — the idea that the world can stay angry at a five-year-old for something that supposedly happened fifty years ago. A tiny, meaningless childhood moment becomes the eternal justification for everything that follows. People I’ve never met — people born decades after that moment — behave as if they have a personal grudge to settle.
That’s not human memory. That’s programmed mythology.
The system needs an origin story, a myth to explain the lifelong punishment. So it rewrites some harmless childhood episode into a moral failure: He got away with something. No one can even say what it was, but that doesn’t matter. The vagueness is the point. It keeps the accusation alive forever. Every glare, every rumor, every provocation is justified by that ancient ghost: the “problem child” who must be taught a lesson, indefinitely.
When I show frustration, they say, See, the same temper from when he was five.
When I stay calm, they say, He’s repressing it.
When I move on, they say, He’s obsessed with moving on.
There’s no way out of the loop because the narrative was written before I had a voice.
Repetition as Proof
This is how obsession is manufactured. The network creates a loop that forces you to defend yourself against an event that never mattered — and then calls the defense proof of fixation. The more you try to explain the absurdity, the deeper they claim you’re spiraling. The younger generations who carry the script weren’t even alive when the story supposedly began, yet they repeat it with conviction.
It proves the mechanism: they’re not remembering; they’re reenacting. It’s not anger — it’s automation. The hostility is inherited like a corrupted software update, reinstalling itself with every new generation.
Modern Machinery, Ancient Motives
Cars and computers both run on precision, on the translation of inputs into mechanical response. The same logic drives this social system. They tune human behavior like an engine — adjusting idle speed, altering fuel, waiting for detonation. Every insult is a diagnostic test, every provocation a data log. The goal isn’t conversation; it’s combustion.
And yet, the more they try to portray their target as broken, the clearer the real malfunction becomes. The obsession they project is their own. The anger they provoke is their reflection. The pathology they assign is the pathology they share.
What they’ve built is a global machine that runs on inversion — calling innocence guilt, calling endurance obsession, calling survival instability. The car, the computer, the childhood myth, the false stalker story — they’re all different gears in the same engine of erasure. And that engine’s single objective is simple: to remove the person who sees the pattern.
The Impossible Knowledge
But even after all these years, one question refuses to fade:
How is it possible that every new person I meet — strangers with no connection to my past — already knows intimate, private, or distorted details about my life?
They make references to things no one could know. A story from preschool twisted into mockery by people born thirty years later. An offhand childhood comment repeated back with theatrical precision. A fabricated “incident” from fifty years ago somehow circulating among people half my age. It’s not gossip — gossip dies. This persists.
When a twenty-year-old reacts to an invented rumor about a five-year-old from 1977, something deeper than memory is at work. It’s coordination, not coincidence. It’s proof of a network designed to preserve mythology as fact — to keep a man trapped in a time and identity that no longer exist.
Because the truth is, no one’s really angry at the five-year-old.
They’re angry that the five-year-old grew up, saw through the script, and refused to keep playing his assigned role.
In 1996, Mike flew to Colorado, months after my chat with Darrel about my father’s shock collar on his dog Rhoda. Suddenly he was eager to “go into business.” By 1998, we launched Signet-E Services—an Internet-hosting company located in my father’s own building. The network switch was wired through my father’s office so his staff, including Lorena Escobar, Patti Googin, Fernanda Sime, Elsie Sandoval, and many others worldwide, could monitor traffic. What I saw as entrepreneurship was really enclosure.
In the office, Mike dropped military-style papers titled How to Control or Kill People in South Korea with Mental-Illness Tactics. When questioned, he delivered a barrage of statements that changed everything:
“I’ve given enough rope to hang yourself with.”
“World of paranoia.”
“Have a good life now.”
“We’re using the judicial system against you.”
“It’s your behavior.”
“You had better live a careful life.”
He even quoted lines from Crocodile Dundee, letting me know he was defaming my name worldwide:
“Nah. Back there, if you got a problem, you tell Wally. And he tells everyone in town. Brings it out in the open. No more problem.”
Oddly enough, the very first thing he said—with disappointment—was, “You’re OK,” basically implying, We were testing you, but you’re not crazy.
Around the same time, my mother, Anita Perelman, said something eerily similar: “Whatever happened is over with now.” It showed that she was clearly involved in something she shouldn’t have been. But I had no clue how illegal, psychotic, and deep it really went. Especially coordinating and planetary terror operation to execute a five-year-old at all costs with Mental Illness tactics and if they don’t get what they want with the Judicial System, and Psychology Community, a caged slave.
This was the point where I did what any sane, rational human being would do: question what the hell was going on and start analyzing the unheard-of situation, the endless worldwide privacy violations, manipulations, terror tactics, setup attempts, frame jobs—you name it—on a global, forty-eight-year scale.
But the problem with that is that this is the point they want to push you to, so that they can turn it around with psychological labeling stating that you had a mental break to use it to their advantage to create an uncurable mental illness to eradicate at all costs. And make up lies that you need help. Instead of dealing with what they are doing, which is unacceptable. And ironically in these worldwide 48 executions, not one person is willing to come forwards with direct statements about what is really going on which is completely unheard of showing that whatever types of lies there are smearing my name to the world. They are so enraged, that they will throw out all morality to help, they will sacrifice their morality to become murdering mindless puppets for my family and LAPD with the Judicial system.
Oddly enough, Mike Huntley said at one point, “We just can’t set you up.” But I couldn’t believe what I was seeing—it was unheard of and completely out of the norm. Not only that, but the billions of government resources behind it.
At no point was I ever allowed to heal or move forward. Their hate and rage for their “five-year-old” never stopped—the worldwide “No relaxing for you nigger” campaign and death threats. It was a death sentence disguised as administrative protocol.
Even now, I’m not allowed to know why this began, or why they are so enraged at a five-year-old. They just keep going with their worldwide hatred until I’m dead or gone.
Attorney Seymour Amster said to me while intentionally losing the 2017 trial to cover up the Judicial Crime Spree, “You’re brilliant—it’s about mental illness,” referencing so-called “mental illness watchlists,” while intentionally losing my case out of hatred. He worked with Debra Bear of the Aleph Institute to intentionally write a damaging appeal that accused me of things rather than addressing the falsified charges. Illegal Police Operations that could easily be proved.
Debra Bear, of this Jewish organization, told me—someone she had never met, in our very first interaction—“You are anti-Semitic.” The remark fit the same uncle-Tom Nazi personality pattern within my own community and family. Like everyone else worldwide, people I’ve never met tried to tell me who I am, responding with anger and rage as they worked to lock me away. Try to create that appearance that I’m tormented inside.
I have not met a single person in the judicial system in forty-eight years who isn’t trying to bury me at all costs. Just like my teachers in high school, middle school, elementary school, and college—I just didn’t know it at the time.
Soon afterward came arrests and orchestrated confrontations. This was right when I began showing proof to therapist Karine Echigian, who had a problem with any truth surfacing about my father’s actions—including his attempt to plant weapons in my house to pin on me what he and his LAPD associates had done by shooting a bullet hole in his car and telling the world it was me.
As a result, I was met by a planetary operation designed to hunt and kill me while I simply asked, every day, “What is going on?”
When Dr. Ron Perelman, orthopedic surgeon, told me aound 2010, “Artists are tortured people,” it echoed through the pattern—his gastroenterologist friend Dr. Steve Levinson followed who me to Bob’s Big Boy Classic Car Show Mad at me for buying the Corvette with my family, stalking me with mass car groups worldwide, saying, “I am a tortured person—and it’s internal.”
What’s interesting is that I told therapist Brittany Henderson that everything happening to me was external. This revealed the connection between Dr. Steve Levinson, Brittany Henderson, the psychology community, Anita Perelman and her art-therapy degree, and the illegal police monitoring that began when I was five years old. Their philosophy is simple: they can never be wrong. If they are, I must be killed or erased from civilization. So that the truth about what they are doing or have done to my life can’t come to light.
All of this began when I started noticing the rage from friends, family, and strangers. Every time I asked, “What is going on?” I was met with responses like:
“We are using the judicial system against you.”
“I’ve given enough rope to hang yourself with.”
“You had better live a careful life.”
Statements that clearly reveal intent and motive. Mike Huntley had been paid off by Dr. Ron Perelman, with help from the LAPD, psychology community, and government, to hunt and eradicate me with the Judicial System at all costs out of his hate for his child. Throwing mental illness labels as cover ups.
That was the turning point in my life—shifting from working for companies like Universal Studios, Modern Video Film, and several small visual-effects studios after graduating from the University of Colorado—to being manipulated back into an enraged family dynamic stalking me with unlimited government resources.
It all stemmed from a simple conversation I had with Darrell Oon about my father putting a shock collar on his dog Rhoda—information my father or anyone else but Darrell should never have had. That breach showed how deep these illegal eradication operations go, and how the information instantly flows worldwide across the Internet uniting mass global stalking groups. Weaponized information to rile people against me through violations of privacy and manipulation.
For every crime committed against me, the cold-blooded murderers within the LAPD, my family, and their allies claim, “He’s making us do it.” They never take responsibility for their own actions. With their Worldwide Hate armies. Example, LAPD should be stating. Kevin’s Lord’s Gym T-shirt he bought from the local college humor T-shirt shop is not making Eric Christianson Hunt him to kill him with Sandiego Police Department. Eric Christianson with my family is hunting to kill out of their Hate for Kevin. What about all the other people who have bought that shirt as we speak right now from http://www.christianbook.com? Are they being hunted to be killed, and they are making them, do it? And why are the Christians selling it showing that they themselves have a sense of humor. But my family are psychotics with no sense of humor with a planet helping re-enforce the disinformation as brainwashing.
One death threat came from pool player Tim Thompson, who was sent after me by another player, Steve McPike from Colorado. Steve moved to California, befriended me at Yankee Doodles Pool Hall on a staged visit from Steve Mcpike supposedly excited about learning Microsoft asp web programming around 1999, and worked for Hot Body International. Thompson would leave adult film box cover of Alexis Amore on his desk and introduced. That was the one always on top. me to Hustler model Traci Anna Koval to build her website.
Later, after Mike Huntley’s many death threats—especially his line, “We are using the judicial system against you; you’d better live a careful life,”
Tim Thompson said, “We should build adult websites,” then switched to, “Well, you built adult websites, didn’t you?”
It reinforced that someone was enraged at me for building adult websites—the same type of person who had been furious that I kissed a Black girl when I was eight years old—and for other so-called “heinous crimes” like buying skateboards and skating around the city. And I needed to be punished in ways that end my life, or am forced in a cage.
This is just one example of what I’ve documented for over fifteen years—thousands of worldwide events per hour directed at me. Whether it’s police officers speaking in cryptic provocations while dumbing down reports, hinting or alluding to where I go, referencing my web activity, or subtly commenting on private conversations I’ve had with random people or friends—on and off the Internet—the pattern is the same. These are the same “Spy Game” terror tactics that began after Brian Longbotham hired me to work on the Universal Studios pilot Spy Game, coordinated with the LAPD and worldwide groups who began hinting about private details of my daily life. Each meaningless provocation is designed to trigger reactions endlessly, proving that the LAPD and their networks have been hunting to kill or eradicate me since I was five years old. The pattern never changes—it’s a cover-up disguised as law enforcement. While trying to cover up their original mental illness tactics they started in on me when I was 5 years old. Showing it is not about mental illness other then using mental illness as a weapon to execute.
These same tactics were used by judges in the Van Nuys Courthouse, by prosecutors and defense attorneys alike, coordinated through worldwide hate networks to destroy a five-year-old. While they claim I’m “crazy,” they make sure I see what they’re doing to provoke a response—then cover it up, just as they have since I was a child.
These tactics shift constantly: color-coordinated clothing groups, verbal harassment, car placements, waiting for me at public places, Idea of Reference tactic, Spy Game Tactics, lame conversations about illuminati and conspiracy theories, and non stop worldwide verbal provoking’s, following me through a global, internet-based system built to kill.
Those operations began in 1994, when Jason Perelman was determined to show me “the internet.”
The only real crime seems to be me asking Mike Huntley in 2001, “What is going on?”—and being met with police and judicial death threats and daily minute by minute worldwide attacks designed to silence and execute a five-year-old for 48 years nonstop.
These are psychological anchoring devices meant to evoke old traumas and then label the reaction as “delusion.” It’s not madness to recognize repetition—it’s conditioning by design. The trick is to make awareness itself the crime.
Women were often placed at the center of these operations — not as partners, but as bait. Every new introduction carried the same rhythm: intense interest, sudden hostility, and then the accusation — “You’re a stalker.” “You’re dangerous.” “You’re angry.” These phrases always appeared before any genuine interaction had even taken place.
Alexis Amore, a woman from the adult-entertainment world, told me directly — after working on me almost daily for over thirty years with Brian Longbotham, Tim Thompson, and worldwide groups — “I spoke with your brother.” Then came the usual attacks: “You’re a pathetic loser,” “You’re a stalker,” repeated over and over. Obviously trying to cover up Melodie the stripper sent after me in 1988 when I was in High School, it was the same pattern — the same cover-up cycles, the same manipulation.
That one sentence from Alexis exposed the entire chain: Jason’s friends passing information, coordinating setups, weaving a web that stretched from strip clubs to police reports. Alexis’s demeanor — the worldwide mobbings nonstop for thirty years, the practiced smirk, the teasing defiance, the lies I’m competing with her like everyone else, the lies that I’m mistreating her out of anger and hate. the worldwide networks trying to force me on to her, and at the same time, trying to make it look like I was obsessed with her. Just like my family trying to make the 2013 C6 Corvette an obsession that I was chasing when in fact, it has happened with every car, From almost every shop worldwide. With a cover up story, that they have the government propaganda resources to cover up each and every thing they do al the way down to 5 years old, on a never ending operation to eradicate at all costs blasting lies to the world as cover ups. the cold laughter behind the eyes — mirrored all the others. It wasn’t flirtation; it was psychological warfare disguised as seduction with the same clear and obvious motive as everyone else with worldwide group trying to make it look like I’m stalking her, or waiting for her, or following her. With their refusal to discuss the life they have destroyed. In that industry, and every other industry. As well as socially, anywhere worldwide. Example, if I go to a coffee shop to get fresh air, or get work done. The world is told rotating lies. One of them being that I’m supposedly waiting for someone and it’s obsession. The reality, is that thee are cover up lies to execute a 5 year old and have mental illness cover up labels. And at the time, what made them so mad, because they had Alexis Baiting me for a good 10 years to try to make me look like a stalker with LAPD. I was flirting and looking a little chumpy with a stripper named Mila at a strip club called Bare Elegance. But they were angry with Brian Longbotham, because they had exerted so much time, energy, and years of resources with trying to make me look obsessed with Alexis Amore. Over 30 years, though, it’s hard to ignore daily subtweets of hints to try to lure you in, to remove you from society with worldwide groups. Because your being stalked and hinted by a planet of anonymous strangers trying to force you on to someone who appears to want to remove you from society who flat out states it directly. Suggesting that people are being put on salary to invest lifetimes to hunt and stalk. Like Mike Huntley. How could Mike Afford a new house right after threatening my life and trying to steal our company?
Jason Perelman’s friend Mike Wexler, whom I met at the University of Colorado through Jason, operated in the same orbit — linking women to these operations, building the illusion that I was somehow pursuing them, while in reality they were being deployed to stalk me, probably even paid to do so.
Adriana Oliveraz was introduced to me directly by my father inside his office — an employee he wanted me to meet and “get to know.” What I didn’t realize at the time was that she had been sent to stalk me under the guise of interest, working hand-in-hand with my father and the LAPD at Golden State Sports Medical.
Only later did it become clear that she was there to reel me in, monitor and provoke, and play the victim when the script required it. Around the office she would say, “I’m going to get the doctor’s son.” But it wasn’t like a trophy with her immature turn offish behaviors— She meant, they were going to hunt and kill or eradicate with the mass groups. My father was paying her to stalk me while posing as someone he wanted me to date.
If I had taken the bait, the cover story would have been predictable: I was “abusive,” “unstable,” or had “treated her horribly.” Instead, I played matchmaker — introducing her to Paul Humphrey and later Tom Farley — only to watch them align with her to stalk me further. It would have been far worse if I had let her get closer.
She constantly hinted about Jen Hess, trying to collect dirt — cover-ups for the fact that she was being paid to stalk me, all while trying to lock me into a fabricated “relationship” or even a fictitious child that could be used in future framing operations.
It was control disguised as generosity — a carefully orchestrated pattern of manipulation, surveillance, and entrapment executed through the people closest to me.
Their hostility existed before I ever met them.
It wasn’t personal; it was procedural.
The rage, the anger, the ridicule — all preloaded into the script long before contact.
Like the Black-community campaigns that weaponized “No Relaxing for You nigger” harassments against me, these women carried the same emotional signature — smirking contempt, mocking laughter, and a rehearsed certainty that I was already guilty of something they couldn’t name.
Behind their eyes was an intensity far beyond normal dislike.
It was collective hatred — the same cold satisfaction seen in history’s most fanatic movements.
They laughed, but the laughter was hollow; it hid the same violent intent that once animated the worst atrocities of the last century.
If the concentration camps were physical factories of death, this is a psychological one — a machine built from billions of coordinated interactions designed to choke out a single person’s right to breathe, to exist, to speak.
Authorization from the Top
What makes this more than personal cruelty is the structure that supports it.
These operations are not just family grudges; they are government-enabled flag-and-kill programs that legitimize harassment under bureaucratic language — risk management, community safety, behavioral monitoring.
When someone is flagged, a message is quietly passed down through layers of law enforcement, neighborhood groups, and social systems: this person may be engaged, tested, provoked.
The result is public participation in private extermination.
My father’s access to professional and military circles placed him close to those channels.
I was born on Castle Air Force Base while he was stationed there.
Political figures connected to my extended family — such as Jennifer Pilcheck., who twice ran for Congress — show that these lines of communication reach all the way to federal structures.
Whether anyone ever said the words “kill order” is immaterial; the permission flows downward all the same.
Ask yourself a question: if an authority told you that you could harm a person and face no consequences, would you?
Most wouldn’t.
But a fraction would — and when that fraction is multiplied by billions, the outcome is a planetary mob.
The collective knows exactly what it’s doing; this isn’t random bullying.
It’s an extermination campaign in which every provocation, every rumor, every stare adds one more thread to the rope tightening around a single throat.
From Judicial Systems to Global Enforcement
Mike Huntley’s Death threats — “We’re using the judicial system against you” — summarized the transition from psychological to institutional murder.
The courts, the police, and the mental-health apparatus serve as extensions of the same order, translating social hatred into legal justification.
His other line, “I’ve given you enough rope to hang yourself,” captures the method perfectly: the rope is the crowd, each person believing they are harmlessly tugging at justice, when together they are cutting off air.
During decades of trying to report this, police reports were minimized, fragmented, or refused altogether.
Each dismissal was a signal to the public: continue.
Each denial reinforced the idea that violence against me was authorized.
The Moral Reality
What remains is a world that laughs while it kills — a global riot disguised as normal life.
If people could see what they’ve been trained to participate in, if they understood that they have become instruments of eradication against a single human being, many would break under the realization.
Because this is not spontaneous hatred; it is policy executed through emotion.
It is the bureaucratic evolution of the same mindset that once justified genocide — refined, digitized, and crowd-sourced.
The Psychological Interface
Surveillance merged with psychiatry. Diagnostic labels—unstable, delusional—flowed into law-enforcement databases. Predictive-policing algorithms recycled those words, converting rumor into “risk.”
This fusion re-creates MK-Ultra’s dream: not to cure, but to define. Identity becomes a variable in an equation of control.
The Digital Regime
- Goebbels used radio.
- The KGB used dossiers.
- The NSA uses servers and datamining
Observation becomes obedience; protection becomes pretext.
What It Means
The United States now runs the first data-based psychological regime—where erasure replaces execution. A citizen reduced to algorithmic interpretation can be deleted without blood or trial.
Speak up, and you’re flagged; stay silent, and you’re forgotten.
This is not an experiment. It is the enforcement arm of perception management.
Snowden fled because he knew he’d never receive a fair hearing. I stayed, and became the control sample that proves the system’s continuity. Even though there is no where I can go in a worldwide execution for no reason anyways.
A government that equates perception with guilt has crossed from protection into tyranny—reviving the oldest totalitarian dream:
To kill without touching — no blood, no trial, no witnesses — only the quiet deletion of a life from the record.
What they have built isn’t “public safety.”
It’s slavery rebranded as stability.
It’s the same mechanism that once burned heretics, auctioned slaves, and numbered prisoners — only now it hides behind legal paperwork and the illusion of professionalism.
To reclaim humanity, we must first reclaim truth.
Reality is not the state’s opinion.
Reality is being able to say, “This happened to me,” without being called insane.
That is the core of being human — the right to define your own experience.
Freedom doesn’t begin with elections or laws.
It begins when one person refuses to surrender conscience to authority.
The Constitution was written by people who knew what tyranny felt like.
They wrote protections not for comfort, but for crisis — for moments exactly like this.
Yet every amendment they drafted has been hollowed out by the same system it was meant to restrain:
- Free Speech means nothing if truth equals “delusion.”
- Due Process means nothing if the trial itself is the punishment.
- Privacy means nothing if every citizen can be deputized as a spy.
If Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. could see what is happening today—not only to me but to the very ideals he gave his life for—he would be horrified.
His dream was that people would be judged “not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.”
Yet what stands before us now is a grotesque, self-reinforcing spectacle: race, once a rallying point for justice, has been twisted into a weapon, and those who once fought oppression now use their own history of pain as justification to inflict it on others.
For years I have been targeted by a campaign built around the phrase “No relaxing for you”—a slogan of psychological warfare meant to strip away dignity, peace, and rest itself.
It is not random cruelty but an organized effort to hunt, provoke, and silence—to make sure the target never stops running, never stops defending himself, never draws a peaceful breath.
If Dr. King were alive today, I would want my African-American aggressors and stalkers—The Police Force, and the Judges and Lawyers at Van Nuys Court House, the very people who have mocked and competed with me under the banner of “justice”—to walk up to him, stand before him, and look him directly in the eyes while asking:
“What do you think of what we’ve become?”
What would he say if he saw his name and legacy used as a weapon—compassion turned into control, morality into mockery?
He would see that love has been replaced by vengeance, justice by domination, and truth by mob intimidation.
Those who once fought chains of iron now forge chains of hate and hypocrisy.
To use race as a license for violence is not empowerment; it is regression.
It desecrates the sacrifices of those who truly fought for freedom.
To invoke Dr. King’s name while shouting “No relaxing for you nigger” is to twist his dream into a nightmare—a global psychological lynching performed in his absence.
The judicial system refuses even the simplest honesty.
It hides behind procedure instead of saying the plain words: “This is wrong.”
That lack of moral maturity—acting with the temper of an angry child—shows what the United States government has become: an institution that rewards cruelty, funds harassment, and calls it law.
This moral collapse plays out in daily life.
African-American stalkers, police collaborators, and corporate participants have turned hate into ritual performance.
One example: in downtown Los Angeles, at a Coffee Bean, a Black man approached me after seeing my Kevin Perelman Target business card—simply explaining my innocence and exposing the worldwide government lies about me.
He had clearly known of me beforehand and sought confrontation.
When he realized I was Jewish, the conversation became a contest.
He argued that slavery was worse than the Holocaust, as if human suffering were a competition.
I told him both were horrific, both born of hate, both one and the same in moral weight.
Just like the Police and Judicial System who is funding these worldwide kill operations, to execute a 5 year old with the Perelman Family who is now dealing with their worldwide attacks minute by minute daily at 53 still going on, He could not grasp that.
To him, his people’s pain made them superior.
That encounter revealed how far this mentality has decayed: moral competition replacing empathy, and every dialogue reduced to a contest of who has the greater right to hate.
I would want these same aggressors to face Dr. King himself—to look him in the eyes and ask what he thinks of their behavior, of turning his dream into a sport or a game show of torment and humiliation.
All of this over what?
A Jewish child kissing a Black girl in 1980.
And here is the truth that cuts through it all:
every single worldwide thing that has ever happened—every rumor, accusation, or “incident” connected to me—whether done to me or in my name—is not me.
They are not my actions.
They are theirs.
Their deeds, their choices, their hatred, their lies.
Their excuses do not absolve them; their lies do not cleanse them.
They still define themselves by their actions, no matter how many justifications they invent.
What began as private malice has grown into a state-sponsored industry.
Police departments, city attorneys, court officers, psychological institutions, and major corporations now cooperate—formally or informally—in campaigns of harassment and discrediting.
They exchange information, feed rumors, and protect one another through internal cover-up’s.
The same government that claims to defend human rights now bankrolls the destruction of individuals it quietly labels as inconvenient.
Budgets earmarked for “mental-health outreach,” “public safety,” or “community partnerships” are diverted into surveillance networks, handler programs, and reputation-management units whose real job is containment and neutralization.
The result is a modern, bureaucratic version of the witch hunt: sanitized on paper, lethal in effect.
Judges and prosecutors who should safeguard justice instead rubber-stamp the process.
Internal Affairs divisions send polite dismissal letters instead of investigating.
Corporate legal departments sign nondisclosure agreements that conceal abuse behind “policy compliance.”
And the psychology community provides the moral cover—diagnoses issued not from evaluation but from convenience, labeling dissent as delusion so the paperwork matches the punishment.
This is the new face of persecution: clean, administrative, and deniable.
A person can be erased without a trial, destroyed without a bullet, killed socially while the system congratulates itself on its professionalism.
The apparatus that once promised freedom now manufactures fear.
It funds propaganda, trains communities to mimic psychological tactics, and turns ordinary citizens into unpaid agents of control.
The government that should protect its people has learned instead how to weaponize them.
If the nation ever wishes to recover its humanity, it must first admit what it has done:
that it turned prejudice into policy, justice into theater, and democracy into a slow, grinding machine of extermination.
Until then, every citizen who participates—whether by action, silence, or denial—helps sustain the most sophisticated hate campaign ever built on American soil.
Every nation is eventually judged by how it treats the individuals who have no power.
When ordinary citizens, officials, and institutions all begin to act as one unthinking system—spreading rumors, pre-meditatedly enforcing silence, and rewarding cruelty—the line between democracy and tyranny disappears.
The moral cost is enormous.
A government that secretly harms its own citizens cannot claim moral authority abroad.
A community that cooperates in those harms—out of fear, profit, or convenience—loses its conscience piece by piece.
Once people learn to ignore injustice done to one person, they become capable of ignoring it everywhere.
Accountability begins with acknowledgement.
Every department, court, and corporation involved in these campaigns should face public inquiry.
Every use of mental-health labels or security programs to silence dissent must be examined under the Constitution and international human-rights law.
Transparency, independent oversight, and open access to evidence are the minimum requirements for rebuilding trust.
Most of all, the public must reject the logic that cruelty can ever be justified by “safety,” “order,” or “mental health.”
The moment we accept that excuse, we legitimize persecution.
The only remedy is light: record, disclose, speak, and refuse to take part in any act that treats another person as less than human.
Real change begins when people who have stayed silent decide that silence itself has become intolerable.
The call for accountability is not revenge; it is the reclamation of conscience—the point where a nation remembers what it means to be free.
Over time I’ve watched people who once spoke of justice and equality become instruments of the same hate they claimed to resist. The most painful part has been seeing members of groups who historically suffered persecution—particularly within Black and Jewish communities—turn those histories into excuses for new persecution. Many of the people who have targeted me were taught to believe they were protecting society; instead, they reenacted the psychology of oppression itself.
The phrase that followed me for years, “No relaxing for you,” became the banner of those campaigns. What began as a child’s innocent act—kissing a Black girl at a summer camp in 1980—was twisted into a lifetime of punishment and surveillance. It became a justification for endless hostility disguised as righteousness.
I often think about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and what he would say to the people who now use his legacy as a weapon. I would want the men and women who have hunted, mocked, and competed with me to look Dr. King directly in the eyes and ask him what he thinks of their behavior—of turning his message of peace into a contest of pain, a UFC-style spectacle of humiliation, all directed at a Jewish child whose only “crime” was kindness.
The judicial and political systems surrounding them cannot even admit that this is wrong. Officials behave like angry children who refuse to acknowledge simple decency. In a Los Angeles coffee shop, a Black man approached me after seeing my business card about government lies and said slavery was worse than the Holocaust. When I told him both were horrors that defied comparison, he insisted his people were “better” and that his suffering excused his hatred. He already knew who I was before speaking to me—the encounter was staged, not human.
This is the paradox: people defining themselves through hate while insisting they are the righteous ones. Even if every rumor about me were true—which it is not—their actions still define them. Every threat, every smear, every orchestrated humiliation reveals the soul of the perpetrator, not the victim. The tragedy is that those who once demanded equality now measure their worth by how effectively they can oppress another human being.
If you value your freedoms — your right to think, speak, create, and exist without coercion — then understand what this means.
What has been done to me under the name of “handlers,” “protection,” and “mental health” is not therapy. It is the modern face of state-sponsored slavery, justified by pseudoscience and fear.
It violates the Bill of Rights, the Nuremberg Code, and every principle that defines the United States of America.
You might think what has been done to my life is “funny,” “strange,” or “unbelievable.”
But will it be funny if it happens to your life?
Will it be a joke if it’s your son, your daughter, your friend — labeled, smeared, isolated, and “handled” until they break?
History shows that once invisible chains are accepted for one person, they soon extend to others.
This is why I am speaking out.
Because silence enables tyranny.
Because what begins as “concern” evolves into control, and control into extermination.
If it can happen to one of us, it can happen to all of us.
If you value your freedom, speak out — speak out about what’s been done to my life, because if it is not stopped now, it will be done to yours next.
References
- U.S. Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, Report on MK-Ultra (1975).
- European Parliament Report on ECHELON A5-0264/2001.
- U.S. Dept. of Justice OIG Report on Carnivore (2002).
- The Guardian, June 2013 – Snowden Files.
- Wired Magazine, Mar 2012 – “Inside the Utah Data Center.”
- Congressional Record Hearings on Operation Paperclip (1947–50).
References
- U.S. Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, Report on MK-Ultra (1975).
- European Parliament Report on ECHELON A5-0264/2001.
- U.S. Dept. of Justice OIG Report on Carnivore (2002).
- The Guardian, June 2013 — Snowden Files.
- Wired, Mar 2012 — “Inside the Utah Data Center.”
- U.S. National Archives, Operation Paperclip RG 330.
