It’s a phone call that could have gotten me killed.
In this post you will hear that audio clip. You will also read about a months-long campaign of harassment carried out by at least three individuals: Ron Brynaert, Neal Rauhauser, and Brett Kimberlin — much of it directed at critics of Brett Kimberlin. This harassment includes repeated references to critics’ family members, workplace complaints, publication of personal information such as home addresses and pictures of residences, bogus allegations of criminal activity, whisper campaigns, frivolous legal actions, and frivolous State Bar complaints.
And finally, you will hear a comparison of one of those men’s voices to that of the man who made the call that sent police to my home. And you’ll read a declaration from a forensic audio expert comparing those two voices.
Charming people we have out there, huh? – Also: if you want more details about this story, just do the rounds of your favorite right-blogs today. Trust me; you’ll get an eyeful.
Never mind the ostensible reason for this post; let’s focus on a 2007 scandal “involving the Hoboken, New Jersey SWAT team, which claimed to have gone on a humanitarian aid trip to help victims of Hurricane Katrina, but ended up partying it up at Mardis Gras, with ensuing photos involving Hooters girls, Jello shots, and SWAT chief Lt. Angelo Andriani posing as a member of the Ku Klux Klan.”
Wow. You need tequila for that level of idiocy. Or cocaine. Or both!
“Bartender! Give me a cocaine Margarita!”
“A… cocaine Margarita?”
“It saves time. I’m on the road to self-destruction, and I want to take the HOV Lane.”