Related to (and associated with) this person’s setup attempts and frame jobs:
- LAPD and Officer Sean Dinse — using “mental illness” tactics to make me look crazy, then pushing for a psych evaluation as an angle to remove me from society and cover up their endless crime spree against me:
https://wordblog.kevinperelmantarget.com/2017/11/23/officer-sean-dinse-jenson-and-toros/ - Lorena Escobar, Gwen Suazo, Patti Googin, Shanna Briantseva, Fernanda Sime — stalking tactics at Golden State Sports Medical:
https://wordblog.kevinperelmantarget.com/2017/03/09/lorena-escobar-gwen-suazo-patti-googin-shanna-briantseva-some-of-the-people-that-have-been-hunting-me-in-this-30-year-campaign/ - Police refusing to help me—ever:
http://www.kevinperelmantarget.com/LawyersRefusingToHelp/Default.aspx - Archived data of their mass 40-year operations (unorganized and unedited):
https://cloud.kevinperelmantarget.com/cloudlinks.html
https://linktr.ee/KevinPerelmanTarget.com - Aubrey Fisher — sent after me by police, family, friends, and government to end my life:
https://wordblog.kevinperelmantarget.com/2013/04/22/community-mobbing-aubrey-fisher/
Counter-Surveillance with PoliceAbuse.com
One of the first (vague) PoliceAbuse.com reports
I hired PoliceAbuse.com to accompany me on a drive to the San Fernando Valley (CA), Las Vegas (NV), San Diego (CA), Mexico, and Washington, DC. The activities in that trip—in every location—involved the same types of tactics I describe elsewhere. I focus mostly on Washington, DC because I was isolated and didn’t have the energy to write about 99% of what happened day-to-day (for example, every gas station we stopped at). At each stop, people—including employees—acted like they knew me and were working on me with terror tactics, then pretended they didn’t.
Keep in mind: the judicial system will likely use the fact that I contacted PoliceAbuse.com to push psychological labels for their agendas—painting me as a “crazy, violent, paranoid schizophrenic” (the “John Nash” storyline), alongside their 40 years of lies and cover-up operations claiming I’m imagining everything. They’ll ignore that I contacted PoliceAbuse.com for investigation.
Las Vegas was worse, and by the time we reached San Diego, they were mimicking Greg Miller (the private investigator). For example: we sat at a table at McDonald’s, then got up and moved—an employee sat in Miller’s seat and stared at me. Similar things happened in San Diego, and we decided to go to Mexico to prove this was an international operation of worldwide magnitude. In Mexico, at a hotel, we observed angered hotel employees and intimidation attempts whenever I left my room—everything you can imagine.
Miller didn’t want to stay in San Diego long, but San Diego was pivotal because of a girl from Arizona named Christina Stahlinsky (someone I met in IRC who was sent after me), plus Mike Wexler (sent into my life by my brother), and Eric Christianson. All of them pushed road trips, and Christina wanted to meet me in San Diego—linked, in my view, to the San Diego Police Department and frame-job/setup attempts. I can’t tell you the hidden accusations being spread about me, but I can tell you this “San Diego angle” has been worked on me since I met Eric Christianson at Southern Oregon State College—attempting coerced false confessions related to the bullet hole incident in my father’s Mercedes (involving the LAPD), and trying to cover up my brother’s childhood abuse. I didn’t think it was a big deal until I found out my brother was trying to claim I tried to kill or stab him.
There were earlier operations too—like my father taking me on a Caribbean cruise when I was 14 (with Jason Perelman and Darrin Moiselle), forcing alcohol on me (B-52s and Kamikazes), then buying me a Kershaw pocket knife—apparently hoping to flip me into paranoia and make me “go ballistic,” so they could build a narrative. That links to Eric Christiansen taking me to see his girlfriend Jen and her friend Cat—same name as my brother’s girlfriend (Jen Yang). I stopped Eric from bashing Greg Waugh’s head with a crowbar, and later my brother threatened me at 16 that he and his friends would put me in a mental institution (Mike Huntley—introduced by my brother—has spent 25 years on me).
This is what people can’t fathom: what resources does it take to coordinate mass groups to do things like get a teenager drunk on a cruise, seed “Pearl Harbor” hints (because my last name is Perelman), plant a knife narrative, then later claim I’m violent or mentally ill and a danger to myself or others—while pushing worldwide support to erase me, cover it all up, and keep the “I tried to kill my brother” lie alive?
I don’t have as much written down about the other locations, but Washington, DC is the part that exposes security behavior—White House personnel knowing me, tracking me, and trying to intimidate me. If I were just some random person having a “mental breakdown,” why would I be known worldwide? Why would people connected to the White House of the United States behave as if they want me silenced and incarcerated for life?
So we went to Washington, DC (and Mexico, and across the U.S.) with PoliceAbuse.com, specifically to document how far this goes.
Former police sergeant Don Jackson (Diop Kamau) prioritized money over my safety, and refused to provide much of what he promised (video and paperwork), especially after what happened near the White House—where security exposed themselves. Even so, we got enough reactions to show I’m not “imagining” a worldwide incident.
Don Jackson also seemed angry at me. I suspect that ties to defamatory narratives spread about me since childhood, including racist/white-supremacist lies circulated after I kissed a Black girl at Sunny Skies day camp when I was around 8–10—part of a broader libel/slander/defamation campaign. Oddly, he had no problem exposing smaller-scale police corruption on his site, but after the White House he backed off fast.
First PoliceAbuse.com report (vague, despite witnesses—Don Jackson/Diop Kamau, Miller, and another person saw everything; he refused to provide final reports and other promised deliverables, even though it was paid for): [link referenced as “Here” in the original—insert the URL if you have it]
Even incidents like police walking into Starbucks and telling me I’m “not allowed” at any Starbucks in the city (on video, etc.) still showed that something massive is going on.
PoliceAbuse.com could have testified—Don Jackson and Miller—on my behalf in the later 2017 arrests and fabricated charges. But after five months of pretrial, the defense had zero time to prepare: the decision to go to trial came the next day, with no witness prep, discovery work, or evidence prep—making it impossible to contact them and fly them out for testimony. Have you ever heard of a trial where the defense isn’t allowed to prepare?
More related incidents:
- Mike Huntley working with Ron Perelman, Officer Sean Dinse, Detective Angela Stewart—cover-up operations involving Jen Hess:
https://wordblog.kevinperelmantarget.com/2017/11/23/officer-sean-dinse-jenson-and-toros/
From childhood, police have known what’s been happening and could have stopped it. They didn’t—meaning they’re involved. When I went to them for help, they refused and tried to bully and thug me into silence. Officers calling themselves “Officer Toro” followed me while saying things like, “If you ever take a picture of a person, I will exercise the law in my own way.” The reason is obvious: they don’t want me to have a camera because I can document events. A police force wouldn’t try to cover up a worldwide crime unless they were responsible—and they’re using their resources to try to end my existence.
In my case, this fits the long-running family/police/social worker effort to strip my civil rights and remove me from society through false claims and secret hatred. The more recent arrests tied to the Second Amendment are part of an elaborate operation that links back to my father buying a .357, then the bullet hole in his Mercedes with the LAPD, and a narrative that I tried to kill or scare him with a gun—right after I painted a Grateful Dead watercolor of a cowboy hat, gun, and skull. (Patty Googin, an office employee, told me I “better not show my father,” after I told her I wanted a tattoo of it.)
In college and beyond, people were sent into my life across states trying to extract confessions. The lies spread worldwide kept changing, telling people I was “on the run,” and building global “reporting” systems around me—endless provocations, setup attempts, and frame jobs.
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