Why Has No One Asked Me What Happened…Ever?

    


  Discovering allegations of Cardinal Development’s Scott Rimland and Tom Rainy and their complicit  involvement in using their storage properties for the purpose of producing child pornography was a strange and horrifically traumatic experience. As with so many new discoveries of late, this story too would have Artificial Intelligence play an integral and significant part in the revealing of the evidence. 


  It all started in 1997 when I called the FBI in what I believe to have been Charlotte N.C. Though recent evidence leads me to conclude that it may have in fact been Greenville, S.C. Bear in mind, though I had no idea at the time, merely three years before this, my step father had signed over his power of attorney to one Todd Shull. 


  I explain to the operator that I have evidence of child pornography being shared on Napster under the label Gerber files. She transfers me to another number and a man answers, identifying himself as Agent Wade. This was normal for interaction with those placed in witness protection at such an early age, though I feel confident that Wade had no idea the turmoil that my finance would face as a result of my actions at the time. But you know what they say. “No good deed goes unpunished”, and this would be no exception. 

“My name is Jacob Thomas Vespers”, I said rather nervously. I had just flees an extremely abusive relationship with the woman who molested me at seventeen years of age, Alyson Nora Wolfe and had been manipulated into handling all of the 4am feedings, the cleaning, the cooking and sponging off my mother for a child I was led to believe was mine despite the fact that I was in New York recording an album with Gary Wooten for three weeks  on either side of the the child’s conception. But when you get up every morning at 6am and watch Blue’s Clues with a young man who just wishes to love the world no matter the yelling and violence his mother will insist on dishing out of she doesn’t have the five required vices of Pepsi, marajuina, coffee, her soap operas and I have no clue what the last demand was… well DNA and paternity tests aren’t really on your mind once you’ve been isolated for five years by a narcissistic abuser who worked all of three weeks the entire time and slept until 1-3pm everyday. Despite this, were it not for the head of adolescent psychology at East Carolina University Medical School asking her to leave the room, I never would have had the courage to leave her, let alone leave my fellow victim and survivor behind. 

“She’s never going to stop yelling at you.”

“I know. But I can make it until he’s eighteen.”

“I know you can, but you have to do it for him. He’s the one has to hear her screaming at you.”


Granted, he had heard no such information from myself or Alyson, but intuitively knew? Doubtful. More likely that my mother, who graduated president of the third and fourth year class and was chief resident for all four years and who knew that her last name was WOLFE as in Hiram JohnsonWOLFE Redmond had asked him to meet with us. At the time, I had no idea that my mother’s wealth and even the mansion on MANVILLE Road was the result of embezzlement and enrichment from the GRANVILLE Seymour Redmond estate I. California. Nor was I aware that my social security number was fake and never even assigned to anyone according to their website. Thought they took down that information, I have the screenshot of the fact that 243 wasn’t assigned. I also was unaware that my step father’s SSN had been switched with mine at some point. Probably when my last name Kiggians lost the ‘I’ that I was told to never mention in 1983. It must have been very inconvenient when the German shepherd police dog tied up and starved for years next door to Jacob’s Ice Cream Factory that Gary Wayne Messer manipulated me into going to play with at the age of six managed to only leave me with 16 stitches in my head. I suppose even then, I was damn hard to kill.






Anyway, there I am, depressed but learning to code and the admin of the most popular multiuser domain in the world reporting to an FBI agent about this new service and the most disgusting people I could image using it to harm children. This peer to peer network was relatively new at the time and its use for such things was undoubtedly just beginning to take hold and marked the beginning of a major money maker for producers and a market for collectors in what we would all come to know as the Dark Web. 


I wonder if my mother’s KGB handlers used such communication methods when they scheduled her visit to Moscow in the early 2000s. If I were them, I would have put contact at Canada when they bought me the hat made of wool. That would make the most sense to keep tabs on completion of the largest land grab and attack on inherited wealth in United States history. William S. Taubman had truly created a masterpiece of design with the Irvine Company and the incredible work would perpetuate the fa of those in power from honour to disgrace one compromised choice of integrity at a time. These choices we make and They failed at are the key to this whole story…but, we’ll get to that part soon enough.



Comments

  1. Hey dad, It's Sid, your son. If you ever say my Mother's name again, you will have to deal with me again. This is a threat, plain and simple. Delete this and every mention of her, or I escalate.

    P.s. if you doubt the legitimacy of my identity even for a second, I start posting your goverment documents.

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