What Happened Tonight

So anyone following along on twitter know the basics.  I was SWATted tonight.  My wife was down in the basement, and unknown to me she had fallen asleep in an uncomfortable position while watching TV.  I was just finishing up a post where I was going to share Kimberlin’s nutty response to my motion for a partial stay when someone decided to recklessly endanger my life.

I mean again.  Let’s not forget the last time someone intentionally engaged in conduct that they knew could get me and my wife killed.  In that case we know who the culprit was: Brett Kimberlin.  He intentionally and gratuitously revealed my real name, home address, work and work address, in court documents and then told the police in a letter that he believed because of his actions that “there exists the very real probability that Mr. Walker could be subjected to serious harm or death now that his identity has been exposed.”  And then he fought tooth and nail to keep that information from being sealed, and then fought to get them unsealed.

But tonight we don’t know who did it, although I knew who to tell the police to look at.  I won’t say their names here, of course.

I was writing when there was a knock at the door.  A second knock came and it was very insistent.  I went to the door and looked through the peep hole and there was nothing.  I said something like, “hello?” and someone firmly said, “open the door!”

I opened up to find two cops hugging the front of the house.  They had M4’s as I recognized from video games (see?! They are good for something!) and they later confirmed.  They were not pointed at my face like it had been with Patrick.  They were pointed at the ground.

(When I told my mother that, she said not to minimize it.  No, obviously whoever it was doing their best to get me killed.  Fortunately the police were not so easily tricked.)

I can’t quote them, but they said something to the effect that they got an emergency call.  I actually said, “let me guess, someone claimed I shot my wife…?”  One officer confirmed it, and I said, “this is a hoax.”  I think I even said the word "swatting."

So someone had tried to make law enforcement falsely think I committed a crime.

I mean again.  Let’s not forget the last time someone tried to do that.  And again, we know who the culprit was that time: Brett Kimberlin.  In that case, he was not trying to provoke an armed response, but instead was trying to put me away up to ten years for an assault I didn’t commit.  Here, you can watch a video showing much of the evidence of it:

That gives you a taste of what I can show you.  You can read the whole sordid story, here.

And indeed as I will tell you soon, the same man, Brett Kimberlin got me arrested on false charges a second time recently, too.

I believe the SWATting started around 5:44 p.m.  I say this because the last “opened” tweet in my contacts list was this one and I was checking them pretty often.

Anyway, to the police officers’ credit, they recognized a hoax was a real possibility.  I would describe what they did next as just due diligence.  They had me stand out in the yard and talk to an officer about who my list of suspects were, in my bare feet and everything, and they swept the house and verified my wife was safe and no one else was in danger.  As I became more aware of my surroundings, I saw around 5-6 cop cars at the corner, and a number of officers waiting.  No, it wasn’t a SWAT team.  One weenie-ish SWATting apologist thinks that if they don’t bring out the SWAT van it doesn’t count, failing to understand that like many slang terms, it is not utterly literal.

My wife came out a bit later and she appeared to be okay and I gave her a hug.  She later told me when the officer woke her up, she said, the same phrase, “let me guess, someone called and said my husband shot me...”  She says the cop was surprised that she wasn’t surprised.  Then I spent a good hour or two talking to the police and contacting people with vital information.  That is, for instance, how Patrick Frey over at Patterico’s knew first even before I tweeted anything out about it, because I knew he would have a lot to tell them.  And we will be working with a detective to get at who committed this latest crime against us in the days to come.

And then it started to catch up with my wife, and she started shaking and getting a little upset.

I will say emphatically that I do not believe Brett Kimberlin made any of the prior SWATting calls himself and I would be very surprised if he made this one.  It just doesn’t sound like his whiny voice.  I know who I believe committed the prior SWATtings and I shared that name with them since even without hearing the voice you have to suspect the same criminal.  I mean that is just logical.  And when I have a copy of the recording, I’ll let you listen and compare for yourself (unless the police say otherwise).  I believe in showing my work.

But on the other hand, Occam’s razor tells us this was done in retaliation against me for having won today in court against Kimberlin.  Which doesn’t mean Kimberlin has anything to do with it, but it suggests a motive for whoever did.  And that is why I decided to interweave the worst of Brett Kimberlin’s proven misconduct with this story.  That way if we bring in any new readers to my blogthe first time they will see front and center the story that this SWATter is plainly trying to suppress: how Brett Kimberlin put my life in danger and how he tried to frame me for a crime.  We may never know who SWATted Mike Stack, Patrick Frey, Erick Erickson and now me, Aaron Walker; but I know who tried to get my wife and I killed by Islamofascist terrorists and who tried to frame me for a crime.  And maybe new readers will be motivated to do some of the items listed when I tell you how you can help me in my quest for justice.  And yes, I hope this might even move you to donate to my legal defense funds, using the PayPal buttons on the right.

Whoever did this, if you think this will stop me from speaking the truth about the violent domestic terrorist Brett Kimberlin, you are sadly mistaken.  If anything it makes me more determined than ever.  This was an act of desperation; this was not the act of people who feel they are winning.  Indeed it was the of people too much a bunch of wussies to come at me directly.

In the meantime I think a musical interlude from Tom Petty and Mudcrutch is appropriate:

One of the officers tonight asked me why I keep talking about Brett Kimberlin if it brings on this kind of trouble.  It’s because Freedom of Expression is something I don’t just believe in, but I defend.  And this threat to Freedom of Expression needs to be defeated.  It is that simple.

When my wife was steadier, and our bellies were full, I opened up my computer again there were 720 new contacts of some kind in my twitter.  That was the level of love and support out there.  I am just stubborn enough not to need anyone’s prayers or support to see this through, but it’s nice to feel the love.  So many perfect strangers tell me they are praying for me—although they are becoming less like strangers every day.

Finally, if anyone from the Washington Post or any other newspaper wants to talk to me, I’ll talk.  I’ll give you an earful.

So the bottom line is that thanks in significant part to the Prince William County Police, who handled this with the right sweet spot between concern that a crime might be occurring, and caution, recognizing it might be a hoax, my wife and I are safe.  A little shaken up, but determined to fight on.

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Disclaimer:

I have accused some people, particularly Brett Kimberlin, of reprehensible conduct.  In some cases, the conduct is even criminal.  In all cases, the only justice I want is through the appropriate legal process—such as the criminal justice system.  I do not want to see vigilante violence against any person or any threat of such violence.  This kind of conduct is not only morally wrong, but it is counter-productive.

In the particular case of Brett Kimberlin, I do not want you to even contact him.  Do not call him.  Do not write him a letter.  Do not write him an email.  Do not text-message him.  Do not engage in any kind of directed communication.  I say this in part because under Maryland law, that can quickly become harassment and I don’t want that to happen to him.

And for that matter, don’t go on his property.  Don’t sneak around and try to photograph him.  Frankly try not to even been within his field of vision.  Your behavior could quickly cross the line into harassment in that way too (not to mention trespass and other concerns).

And do not contact his organizations, either.  And most of all, leave his family alone.

The only exception to all that is that if you are reporting on this, there is of course nothing wrong with contacting him for things like his official response to any stories you might report.  And even then if he tells you to stop contacting him, obey that request.  As you will see by the time I am done telling my story that this is a key element in making out a harassment claim under Maryland law—that a person asks you to stop and you refuse.

And let me say something else.  In my heart of hearts, I don’t believe that any person supporting me has done any of the above.  But if any of you have, stop it, and if you haven’t don’t start.

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My wife and I have lost our jobs due to the harassment of convicted terrorist Brett Kimberlin, including an attempt to get us killed and to frame me for a crime carrying a sentence of up to ten years.  I know that claim sound fantastic, but if you read starting here, you will see absolute proof of these claims using documentary and video evidence.  If you would like to donate and help my wife and I in this time of need, please go to this donation page or use the PayPal buttons on the right.  And thank you.

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