Monthly Archives: January 2014

Where There Is Smoke There Is Fire

The military depends on the honesty and integrity of its’ servicemembers, and as it has been written on this site, it is expected.  “I tried to correct my fraud, so I’m innocent of it.” This was essentially the claim of William Morronne, Jr. thanks to his attorneys, and what follows is a troubling story for several reasons.  Apparently, the guy was originally in the Army over 20 years ago as HIMSELF, but got kicked out dishonorably.  Deciding that he should be in the Army regardless of being dishonorably discharged, he took the birth certificate and credentials of his brother and used them in order to enlist in the Army under his brother’s name.  And there he stayed, for 25 years, jumping out of airplanes, getting paid, getting married, buying cars, getting hurt, etc.  I can’t tell from the story what it was that ended up getting this guy caught.  Was it the IRS letters sent to the brother’s name asking him why he didn’t declare the income on his taxes, or was it triggered by him perhaps filing for disability pay for the bad back and PTSD he claims he got as a result of serving (that would be made payable to, who, his brother)?  One has to wonder if the PTSD is real, since so much else wasn’t?

This is a wild story, for sure.  I mean, I don’t think I’d take kindly to learning that someone took my identity and decided to profit financially from it by getting money from the Federal government that technically didn’t belong to either of us.  The REAL Gerald (that is William’s fake identity of his real brother) had his name and social security number used by his brother in order to get what he felt was being withheld from him from the service, I guess. William apparently did this (false statements and fraud) because he couldn’t get back into the Army by any other means.  I’m not sure where this comes from, that gross sense of entitlement that seems to be making it to the headlines more and more (check out yesterday’s Washington Post front pager on the epidemic of “military brass, behaving badly”  and generally thinking that they are above the rules and laws.  I guess some people need to be burned before they realize that hot stoves shouldn’t be touched.

William’s attorneys are an interesting bunch.  They asserted that their client was not guilty, because he TRIED to correct the situation but that the Army wouldn’t let him.  Wait!  Did they really try to use a defense of “I told the Army that I joined fraudulently using my brother’s name, and asked them to correct my fraud, but since they didn’t do it like I asked them, I shouldn’t be held accountable?”  Huh?  That was MY sentence written, not a quote from any story, but here is one that was written: ” Morrone’s lawyers contended that he tried several times through his career to get his identification corrected, but the Army never followed through.”  Never followed through?  THAT is the problem.  That an attorney would try to deflect the blame for the actions of their client onto another party, is appaling.  William valiantly tried to have the Army change his credentials over to his real ones to somehow make it right?  William, you were kicked out for what you did prior, which were YOUR actions.  There wasn’t supposed to be any “going back”.  Maybe the legal system would make things seem more like actual justice if they encouraged the same thing as written on the back of many parking tickets: you can “admit”, “deny”, or “admit with explanation”.  When people just flat out lie about things that are easily proveable, it clogs the system, fattens the pockets of unscrupulous attorneys (of which many judges used to be), and adds to the distrust that citizens have of it.

He also got caught committing BAH fraud for failing to disclose that his wife no longer lived with him (they divorced).  As soon as you no longer have the person residing with you, regardless of whether or not you ever divorce, you are supposed to notify command in writing of the change with the appropriate form. More HERE.  He is paying that back, according to the story.

Another writeup of the story can be found by clicking HERE.

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Throwing Stones From Glass Houses

It’s all over the news: Virginia’s ex-Governor, Bob McDonnell and his wife Maureen have been indicted by the US Attorney’s office on multiple counts including failing to disclose gifts and loans as required by law.  This man, who was once thought to have a squeaky clean enough image that made him a name thrown around as a possible candidate for the 2016 Presidential election, is now having to come up with a defense for having made false statements and flat-out disobeying clear government rules.

As it often happens, people underestimate others.  As it also often happens, people don’t push the fast-forward button down long enough to do an assessment of what can possibly happen if they go down the path in which they have decided to travel.  So caught up in their immediate goal are they, that they often times don’t think of how the decisions they are making today can come right back and bite them in the rear tomorrow.  

I don’t think that Bob McDonnell thought that he had anything to worry about with his old chef, Mr. Schneider.  Apparently, Mr. Schneider, who was hired to be the chef at the Governor’s mansion, had his eyes and ears so open that he could have qualified as an NSA data collection source.  He wasn’t the stupid chef in the kitchen that people may have thought he was.  In fact, he was so observant of how people in the mansion were treating others, that he must have understood the concept that what you see someone doing, shows you what they are capable of doing.  You can read the recent story written about him HERE.  He took photos of things he saw and experienced, likely thinking that he may need them in case anyone started throwing stones at him.  A quote from the linked article has him saying, “If they ever come after me, I’m going to sing like a canary.”

He didn’t have to wait long for those stones, and oh what a melody he is singing.

Not music to the McDonnell’s ears, I can well imagine, but a nice tune for the US Attorney.  McDonnell wasn’t exactly being discreet about his illegal activities either.  A picture on Facebook of him holding a bottle of a supplement that his donor/friend (Star Scientific ex-exec Jonnie Williams, Sr) wanted him to help launch via the easy road to riches. (Note to self Bob, when your “friend” is trying to drag you along an unsavory path, you might want to reconsider the use of the word).  Then there’s the Rolex watch that his donor-buddy bought that Bob failed to report. (Another note Bob: if the chef is right and you really are happy with Prego, tell your wife to get you a Timex that you wouldn’t have had to disclose at all).  Finally, but not really since there is plenty more for you to read in the linked stories, is the daughter’s wedding food.  McDonnell, when asked, insisted that his daughter had handled everything about that now-famous wedding spread.  In fact, Daddy Warbucks (aka Jonnie Williams) forked over $15k for that wedding dinner.  The backpeddling began when a contract for the catering surfaced bearing the Governor’s signature and handwritten notes along the border.  Oh, and then there was the deposit check also signed by the Governor.  (Beep beep! That’s the sound of the bus that Bob tried to throw his daughter under.)

Bomp Bomp!  And that is the sound of the tractor trailer that the chef was driving.  People will ultimately think what they will about the folks on either side of this fiasco.  I suspect that neither party thought it would go as far as it has.  People who know MY story, know why this particular story resonates with me as it does.  There are, after all, many similarities.  How cute! Their real estate company was called MoBo (combination of their names). The moral I see in the story of the Governor and the chef is this: One should not throw stones when they live in glass houses.  You definitely shouldn’t throw them if you live in the Governor’s mansion and have a lot to lose.  Some have previously commented that my business partner had a great deal to lose by putting herself and her business and dealings “out there” in the way that she has in all sorts of public legal and government forums.  Glass house.  And she certainly threw a lot of stones from it.

I like the chef’s perspective.  I like how he protected himself, and I like how he (like me) has saved a little sumthin-sumthin in case he needs it for the future.  He said, “He plans on keeping it private—unless Virginia comes after him again.”  With a book in the future plans, perhaps he will get a Rolex of his own when all is said and done.  For now, it sounds like he is doing okay.  Bob and Maureen are another matter, as well as Ken Cuccinelli, the attorney who was willing to put himself in the middle of the mess that ultimately cast a disparaging light on who HE was.  The Virginia voters didn’t like it.  And by the way, Mo, not cool about the false statements to investigators about making payments on a loan or that you signed paperwork for one.  You didn’t know they can access your emails from years ago?  You win points for dressing your husband, and for that Rolex.  As the saying goes, he looks “casket sharp”. 

For you lawyers, the indictment can be found HERE



When Perpetrators Pretend to be Victims

Some of you have emailed asking for the next installment of the continuing saga. Here it is:

An investigator that I know told me recently that when solving crimes, he looks into the victim’s background for clues, looks into who would benefit from the crime that was committed, identifies who had the opportunity, and in cases of theft, looks at who had the knowledge that was needed in order to pull it off. He also told me that when people are nervous that they might be questioned about the opportunity aspect, they often times fabricate an alibi to support the notion that they were somewhere else. The same can be said when someone is trying to paint a picture that they were the victim. Weird right? Who would want to make themselves appear to be a victim?  And why?

In trying to make some sense out of events that have happened in my life over the past 2-3 years, I have consulted with various people from all sorts of professions. Victim playing and self-victimization is apparently a very real phenomenon, and I’ve included some reference links of it below for the readers. It got me thinking about some of the experiences that I have encountered that have had me scratching my head trying to decipher.

My ex, Gail R. Proctor, attempted to obtain a peace order against me. In response to threats that I felt I received, random and unexplained issues of security at my home, and after receiving information from Sprint that my personal cell phone account records had been stolen from an online account that wasn’t under my control (resulting in my having to change the provider and number), I felt it wise to try to get a peace order also. I suppose we both ultimately wanted PEACE. Though the one that I filed has been shielded from public view by Ms. Proctor’s petition (though always available to law enforcement along with all of my police reports about it), I purposefully have NOT petitioned for hers to be removed so that everyone can prominently see it. It is case number 0101SP082202012 and I believe it to be a symbol of victim-playing at its’ finest (now that I know what it is). She also responded to my peace order subsequently with a filing that contained specific references to my petition.

A few of the highlights: she stated that she believes the following statements that I made for my peace order were false:

*That I came home to find my garage door open and interior vulnerable (unless she was there, how would SHE know that I didn’t?)

*I told officers that I feared for my safety due to written documentation submitted by Proctor that she had a .25 caliber Beretta (yep, that’s right, that was done, I told police, and I feared for my safety)

*I told Proctor and her attorneys that I was cooperating with agencies in their investigations of her (again, yes it is true and there were 2 additional witnesses to it. Incidentally, just because one wasn’t aware in 2012 of any investigation doesn’t mean that one or two weren’t operating in the background).

*I supposedly used “dubious means” to contact Proctor’s friends, etc (actually, I’m being rather up-front about the whole thing. I don’t know how much clearer I could be with my intentions than I have been)

*The calls that Proctor references can supposedly be found on documents she has that “..were verified by Sprint’s subpoena compliance dept”. (that subpoena request is on file at the Court, and would show the very limited scope that phone calls for ONE SPECIFIC DAY were requested only. How exactly was information from other days made available to you and by whom? I know without a legal doubt that my online account WAS hacked into!)

Proctor mentions a tire on her SUV being slashed (sorry to hear that but flat tires happen, and apparently and conveniently just hours before our 2nd attempt of three to get her to do a Federal deposition). Now, why would the party who wants you to finally attend what a Federal Judge mandated, do something to impede your ability to do so? Sounds like self-victimization. Supposedly, a white car was driving down her one-way street and she was absolutely certain that it was me, she told the Judge. So certain, that she told that Judge that she ran out of her house and was chasing after this white car that was supposedly mine. When asked if she had a tag number, goose eggs (that means zero or no). Right behind the car, but not even a partial tag number? Interesting. Her statement also claims that I “..admitted to being on [her] street”. A simple check of the transcript will show anyone that no such admission was made by me to any Judge. Could it have been one of the white cars that is usually parked on her own street, according to Google Maps (info that I was patiently waiting to give to the Judge, but wasn’t asked because her case was dismissed). See, here are those cars.

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Next up, a troubling matter that needs mentioning on this site by me. An accusation has been made several times by Ms. Proctor that she believes that I illegally obtained records regarding her employment at Andrews Air Force base, instead of via the Form 180 mentioned in previous posts by my friends that Proctor herself was given in discovery by my legal counsel (I guess she didn’t take it seriously and thought it would yield nothing). In her old petition for a peace order, she wrote “Jareaux has lied to obtain any information that she thinks will destroy my character”. Didn’t need to lie to get anything that I’ve gotten, and the information regarding your own actions speaks for itself in regards to your “character”, Ms. Proctor. My counsel and I heard early this year that “civil and criminal penalties are forthcoming” (allegedly) by military officials. A quick call to the Pentagon dispelled that myth. Sometimes though, you have to think about things by putting yourself in the shoes and mind of who you are dealing with, like that investigator told me. Accordingly, I have learned to pay razor-sharp attention to documents that are given to me, and there it was, in plain sight (and shown below). Look at this document, and tell me what question comes to your mind.

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Are you wondering how a letter could have been received and utilized by Ms. Proctor that has her name and MY mailing address if she doesn’t live at my address? CORRECT! How is that possible? Who would have asked that a letter be sent to my house addressed to her? Her maybe? And if it was delivered, which is the implication, how did she get it if I wasn’t the one to give it to her? Well, perhaps some clues can be garnered from that same letter. Who signed it? Desirae Henderson. When? January 2013. Well, interestingly enough, Henderson’s division was contacted, and surprise surprise (or maybe not so much anymore)! She has been overseas ever since she was activated and assigned there by her command. She didn’t sign that document, though in August 2012 she signed the one that I have that has her signature (because she WAS there to sign it). I welcome anyone from the FBI or the military to ask me about this fact, along with other things on this website.

People may get mad when you find out the information that they hoped that you never would find. Those who would rather have everyone look at someone else, instead of at the information that they are trying to conceal that speaks volumes about them (and yes, their character), will attempt to flip the script and play the victim. (Boy that cried wolf, anyone?) Words are simply not sufficient anymore, and other evidence can usually trump lies. Thank goodness, there is a parked white car or two somewhere in the background of a picture, or an internet IP address noted in the logs of a hacked-into cell phone account, that tells the true story that is waiting for just the right opportunity in order to be told to the people that need to hear it. You only play your cards when you NEED to, and not until, and you ALWAYS hold onto your trump cards until you absolutely need to play them. I don’t need to make up a hand; I play the cards that I’m dealt! Thanks Dad, for that enduring lesson.

Oh, and an FYI: current images tell equally compelling stories. Cars on the street that belong to people (amazing what can be done with image enhancement) and photos showing mailboxes being wide open. It’s no wonder identity theft issues may be plaguing our antagonist.

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