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Kymberley Suchomel Surviving the Las Vegas Shooting and Losing Her Life Just 8 Days Later

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Surviving the Las Vegas Shooting and Losing Her Life Just 8 Days Later

Imagine experiencing pure horror as you run for your life while being shot at from what feels like all directions. Imagine surviving this horrific experience only to be found unresponsive in your home just 8 days later.  Imagine leaving behind a husband and a beautiful three year old daughter.  This isn’t fiction.  This was the story of a beautiful soul.  This was Kymberley’s story.

Kymberley Suchomel was described by her friends as “sincere”, “full of joy and happiness” and “the sweetest and most genuine person.”  Her friend Jaclyn Blake described Kymberley as extremely loyal and the best friend you could ask for. “She always had my back. She would defend her friends to the end. I remember one time she pointed out one of my items was copied and I didn’t make much of a fuss about it. It bothered her more than me actually. She was extremely passionate. She was also super silly and hilarious and lighthearted.”

She was known to some as a talented small shop owner and to others as a warrior when most recently, she survived the horrific shooting in Las Vegas.  I had only spoken to Kymberley a few times but could tell almost immediately what a huge heart she had.  She told me that she suffered from epilepsy and that it had often slowed her down.  When I found out that she had been at the Route 91 Festival in Las Vegas at the time of the shooting, I was shocked.  As I read her words on Facebook, I wept, trying to put myself in her shoes and knowing that I wouldn’t have been able to remain that strong.  I wanted to reach out to her but I never did. It’s something I’ll always regret.

Kymberley Suchomel Survivor Route 91 Festival Las Vegas

“…It has been nearly 72 hours since the nightmare took place [Route 91 Festival in Las Vegas] and I am finally able to sit here & put into words my own personal account. I have attached some photos of the fun we did have.  I would first like to give a huge giant thank you to both Casie Barnard & Ricky Ardito, without them I can guarantee you I wouldn’t have gotten out like I did- I would have dropped to the floor, stunned, and I would not have been able to get up. I owe them both my life.” 

Kymberley Suchomel Route 91 Festival Survivor Las Vegas Shooting

 
“Sunday morning we woke up sore & hungover from the nights before. Friday & Saturday nights were a blast- we drank too much, and fought the crowd to get as close to the stage as possible. We acted like we were in our early 20s and hitting Vegas for the first time; however, when we woke up Sunday we all were in complete agreeance that we would not be doing that again. We decided, instead, to bring in a king sized sheet & sit on the astro-turf in the way, way back & just peacefully watch the concert from our spacious sheet. We also decided to drink the morning and afternoon of, but not the evening… When we had full bellies & got our retail fix in-shopping the vendors, we headed to the main stage where we immediately sought out that back sitting area. Unfortunately, we procrastinated getting to our seats for too long, and every spot was taken. We ultimately ended up on the next fake-grass area much closer to the stage- but we still had a decent amount of space & great viewing area, so we spread out our sheet and claimed it our territory. We remember exactly where we were, because most of us (excluding myself) left to go to the bathroom & get water during the concert, so we used landmarks to be able to find each other again. I remember distinctly that one of the bars was to my left and I had to look behind me to see it- thinking maybe I should get one more beer, but I already had a full bladder & I have an irrational fear of porta-potties, so I decided against it.

We are all hanging out on this sheet, dancing our booties off, enjoying ourselves so much that we took off our boots to get even more comfortable. Casie & I were on opposite sides of our little 5-person group. I was on the far right side, and I had so much room to dance that this guy who walked by, who we called “camo man”, actually said to me “taking up a lot of real estate there, eh?” jokingly. After about 20 minutes of Jason Aldean’s set, I got this overwhelming feeling to go stand over by Casie. I can’t tell you why, but I did. The entire time I was dancing next to her I kept thinking to myself, “why? Why don’t I go back to my spacious area?? There is no room to dance over here.. I am not having a good time over here… okay, on the next song I will”. But, there wasn’t a next song.

From about 50 feet in front of us, and a little to the right, fire crackers were set off. Let me repeat that… FIRE CRACKERS WERE SET OFF. I verbally stated “some asshole just shot of fire crackers in close proximity to so many people”. I was literally pissed off. You could see Jason Aldean look to his left kind of startled by it, but he was also clearly irritated. I would say about 15 seconds later, the first volley of gunfire was released. It was a shorter volley than any of the others, and the gunfire was not as close together either. EVERYONE looked up, down, around. We thought it was more fire crackers at first, but then Ricky reached over, told us all to put our boots on, quickly. And the volley ended. Then people started to panic. The gentlemen behind me looked at me as I was putting on my boots, half laying down, and said “calm down crazy, its just fireworks, jeez”. That is when the 2nd volley went off, Ricky yelled at us all to get down, flat, & we immediately knew there was someone shooting at us. I remember getting down, but I didn’t lay flat for some reason, thinking- oh my gosh, I need to get flatter than I am now, but my body just wouldn’t let me. That was the 2nd volley. At the end of that volley ( I am still struggling to get my boots on), we turned and tried to run, but the people behind us still weren’t moving. I yelled at the lady “RUN! ITS GUNFIRE! RUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!” The look on her face was pure terror, but she finally dropped her stuff and turned to begin running…. But then the 3rd volley hit… and it was close. Very, very close to us. I could physically see the impact of the bullets on the astro-turf, I could feel the warmth & the passing of bullets. Once that 3rd volley was over, Casie linked her arm into mine, and we decided at that moment we weren’t stopping- we were getting the Hell out of there. And I do mean Hell. We were in literal Hell. The gentlemen that mocked me stating it was just fireworks fell to the ground, and he never got back up. The lady behind me (who was now in front of me) who was terrified as I told her to run, never got back up. I actually had to physically step over her body to run (something I am still struggling with, so please don’t attack me. I was absolutely in flight-or-fight mode). There was another person to my right who also wasn’t moving. We ran. I don’t know what direction we ran, I don’t know towards which landmark we ran. We just ran. It was at this time our group got split up. Casie & I were together. Ricky, Cassie & Mendy were together.

We were rounding some sort of corner maybe- and I looked to the right and I saw this large cowboy sitting down with his legs spread, holding a blood-soaked woman. I thought to myself “we NEED to hide”, but as I looked quickly for somewhere to go, the gunfire once again got closer and closer. We couldn’t hide because they (and I do mean THEY) were chasing us. That exact moment is when I started to really panic. That is the exact moment in which I thought this was it, I was going to die, I was never going to see my family again. So, as we are running, we approach this fence where men are throwing women over, and we ran up to it as they had knocked It down, so we were able to get out. As we crossed the threshold of the venue, my mind went straight to other mass shootings and hearing the victim’s families in my head talk about how they never got to say goodbye. I did not want this for my husband (who was at work) & my grandma (who had my daughter, Scarlett). So, at 10:07pm I called my husband franticly leaving him a voicemail- telling him that I loved him and was in the middle of a shooting & I wasn’t sure if I would make it out alive. Next, while still running, I called my grandma to tell her the exact same thing. But the gunfire wasn’t stopping this whole time. It wasn’t ceasing. It wasn’t slowing down. And It was directly behind us, following us. Bullets were coming from every direction. Behind us, in front of us, to the side of us. But I know, I just know, that there was someone chasing us. The entire time I felt this way. The farther we got from the venue, the closer the gunfire got. I kept looking back expecting to see the gunmen- and I say MEN because there was more than one person. There was more than one gun firing. 100% more than one.

As we were running, we kept changing direction, because it felt like no matter what direction we took, we were being followed. So we ended up running in a weird triangular path. The first place I remember getting to was a parking lot, and I told Casie (who was slightly in front of me) we needed to get under one of the trucks. She turned to me and started her way back to me, and that is when the gunfire got even CLOSER than ever before. It was RIGHT THERE. It was within the parking lot. Everyone around us was panicking once again. So we ditched the idea of getting underneath a vehicle, and we continued the run for our lives. If you know me, you know I am a big girl, who is out of shape, and who definitely does not run for any reason. But I can tell you I ran like I have never run before.

The 2nd place I remember going by was Hooters- which is where we met back up with the rest of our small group. We ran towards the entrance thinking we could take cover there, but as we got closer, a stampede of people ran out, terrified. We could only conclude that there was another gunman inside of that hotel. This made us even more scared- we had nowhere to go- no one to trust. At some point, we ended up at the airport & even entered the building for safety. Everyone as we entered were screaming at the staff “IS IT SAFE IN HERE?” but we weren’t getting anyone to answer us, so after running about 30 feet into the building, not getting the answers we so desperately needed, we decided it, too, wasn’t a safe spot, so we got out of there quickly and continued running.

After all this running, we were tired, sore & having to stop to cough, gag and even vomit. We ran across an intersection & us & another group of people pleaded with a limo driver to let us in and get us out of there. He was clearly confused & didn’t understand what was going on, so he didn’t let us in. Next, we ran to a taxi van & she was willing to let us in, but she told us her van only held 4 people & she wasn’t going to let the 5 of us in, so we said screw it and continued running. At one point, we ran passed a small liquor store where they so graciously gave us water bottles. We passed UNLV as well.

Some things I can’t remember exactly where we were or at what time of the night they happened. But we were running along what I am guessing was Tropicana Avenue, and this dark colored sedan drives by, slows a little, and a smaller Hispanic, dark-haired woman leans out the window, and she yells something we couldn’t understand in a clearly taunting manner. It really freaked us out, because again, we didn’t know who we could and could not trust.

I don’t remember at which time, but at some point, Ricky was reminded by Cassie that his Uncle Manny lived in Vegas. He called him, and we made a plan to meet him at a grocery store a couple miles away to get picked up. We finally made it to him, he shoved us all in his car, drove us to our hotel (we stayed off the strip), waited for us to pack (this literally took us all of 10 minutes max to do), and escorted us to the freeway to get us home. A HUGE thank you to Uncle Manny for his love, generosity & kindness.

The what-ifs still kill me. What if we hadn’t decided to be chill that night? What if we went to the same sardine-like spot we were in the two previous nights? What if we had been drinking as much as we had been Saturday night? Would we have had the reaction time to escape? What if I hadn’t had the desire to move next to Casie? Would we have been separated? There are still so many what-ifs from that night.

I have bene watching the news non-stop since I arrived back home to my family. And it just doesn’t make sense. The story that are feeding everyone doesn’t add up to our eyewitness accounts. There is something wrong with what they are saying & the evidence seems fake if you ask me. There are multiple people stating that there was a lady towards the beginning of the evening who had made her way up to the stage warning people that we were all gunna die- her and her boyfriend were escorted off the premises. Why has she not been mentioned by authorities? Every single survivor I have talked to also remembers multiple shooters, and at least one from the ground- why aren’t we being taken more seriously? Tons of things don’t add up.

I know I am forgetting a bunch of what happened, and I will edit this post to include it as I remember.  I praise our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ, for surviving a horrific incident. People were dropping like flies all around me, and there is absolutely ZERO reason why I wasn’t at least struck with a bullet. I left the Route 91 Festival completely unharmed physically, besides some scrapes and super sore bones & muscles. Mentally, however, is a different story. I do okay during the day, but as soon as nightfall hits, I get super scared & anxious. I am even typing this up with butterflies in my stomach and a racing heart. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to go anywhere, ever. I can no longer be in any place with large crowds- concerts, festivals, theme parks, zoos, etc. I can no longer trust anyone around me. I can no longer close my eyes without seeing those bodies & hearing the sound of gunfire. I am ruined, as are thousands upon thousands of people.  We were given wristbands to wear for the 3-day event. I can’t seem to take mine off.  We went to Las Vegas for a super fun, down to Earth country concert featuring our favorite artists. We left scared, scarred, traumatized and broken. And for that, we demand answers.”-Kymberley Suchomel, October 4, 2017

Kymberley Suchomel Route 91 Festival Las Vegas Survivor

“It’s been 5 days. And it’s not getting any easier. Although I’m not sure it can really be expected to get any easier.

Tonight is the first night since it happened that my husband has had to go to work. He works nights & I started really freaking out when I realized that soon I’d be alone at night. My grandmother, who had a previously scheduled trip to Washington, graciously agreed to cancel her trip so she could stay the weekend with me. It’s like I’m in elementary school again, and I need a babysitter. I hate this feeling. I hate it so much. But I hate the idea of being alone even more. “Alone”. That single word makes my heart race. Makes my stomach twist. How can a single word affect me so badly?

During the day, I can confidently say I’m alright. As alright as I can be I guess. But as soon as nightfall hits, it’s a completely different story. When the sun is out, I can see my driveway, across the street, in my backyard, everywhere. But once the sun is gone- I’m blind. I have no idea who could be hiding in my bushes. I have no idea if someone is crouching behind my car. I’m completely blind. The world outside is totally unknown. Every single noise I hear makes me jump in fear that something is about to happen. I constantly have this uneasy, butterfly feeling in my stomach. Nightfall rears its ugly head, and I’m a mess. A broken mess. As I finally turn the tv off and attempt to go to sleep, the noises I hear get louder and seemingly more frequent. I’m finding myself breathing heavy and looking around as if I’m going to need to take cover at a moment’s notice. As I lay there, I keep reliving the night over and over on repeat. However, when I do get to sleep, I’m able to sleep for a Solid 4-5 hours (usually) before I’m woken up by loud bangs and booms. I know these sounds are in my mind, but I don’t know if they will ever stop or if I’ll ever be able to wake to them and immediately not freak out.

I’m also able to eat once again. Well, kind of. My appetite is huge. I make so much food when I eat. But, as the saying goes, my eyes are bigger than my stomach. It’s almost as if I’m trying to eat to erase the constant whirlwind I feel in my stomach. No matter what I eat… veggies, meats, junk food, etc… I get sick. Each and every time. My stomach is basically attacking back when I put food into it. I get so mad when this happens, but then I get angry at myself… I mean, at least I get to be sick. When 58 (and maybe even more) people will never even have the chance to be sick again.

The most ridiculous things terrify me. At 8:30pm every night, I have an alarm that goes off to remind me to take my prescription for a pituitary tumor I have. It’s gone off every night since May. But for the last five days, when it goes off, my heart races faster than ever before. I get sweaty. I get scared. I know it’s going to go off, but I still react this way. When will it stop?! When my daughter moves too quickly, tosses one of her toys, or talks too loudly after being quiet- I get the same fast beating heart and fear. Just a few minutes ago, as I lay next to her watching her cartoons, she rolls over to give me a hug. My instant reaction was to get closer to the ground and I actually yelled at her for moving so quickly. I yelled at my three year old daughter for hugging me. What kind of mother am I to do such a mean thing to my daughter? I’m a broken mother.

When multiple people talk at the same time (ie: my daughter and my grandma), I get super anxious. I feel as though I’m drowning in their voices, and I wouldn’t be able to hear if someone is coming. And I get mean about it. Not intentionally, but I get mean.

Against everyone’s advice, all I want to do is watch the news. I want to see what they are reporting. If anyone else has passed. If people are being reunited. I want to see if they are finally taking some steps in a different direction than the supposed “one” shooter. But, on every news station I watch, they are taking about the weather, car accidents, bills going into the senate, etc. It makes me so angry. It’s an irrational anger, but I’m angry that they would have the audacity to report on anything else besides the tragedy that happened on Oct 1st. Because to me, absolutely nothing is more important. Again, I know this is irrational, but it still pisses me off to no end.

I tried to keep myself busy this morning. Started some laundry, did some work. Then, I picked up the dress I wore Sunday night. I was about to toss it in the washer, but had this overwhelming feeling not to. Instead, I held it, inspecting it not sure of what I was going to find, or even what I was looking for. Thankfully it’s a black dress, so all I really saw was a bunch of dirt. But in two spots towards the bottom, it’s a little “crusted”. You know that feeling- when you spill a thicker liquid (like ice cream) and don’t wash it immediately? That’s what it feels like. I shutter to think of what it might be. That dress never went into the wash. It’s still sitting, now nicely folded, on my dryer. As if washing it would wash out my connection to that night. In all actuality, that is what part of me wants. Part of me wants the memories gone. The experiences gone. But the other half knows that what doesn’t kill me, makes me stronger in one way or another. Maybe that’s why I’m still finding myself wearing my festival wristband and never wanting to take it off.

I don’t cry as much anymore. However, some stories I read, videos I watch, and anytime I hear Jason Aldean sing, I can’t help but start crying. What makes me really break down, is my daughter. If you read my previous post, you know that I called both my husband (who I left a voicemail for) & my grandma (who was babysitting my daughter) a few minutes after the gunfire began. My grandma answered and my daughter was still awake. I’m not positive on what was happening on that other end of the call, but when I got home my baby was asleep. When she woke up, she immediately looked for me & the words she said to me were “mommy! You run from the bad guys. You okay now?” And if that doesn’t just break your heart… it’s not the only time she’s said it. She says it every day. Multiple times a day. And it crushes me. After I picked her up from school today, and got her home, was the worst. My three year old daughter, Scarlett, who was in my arms, looked directly into my eyes and said… “I’m happy you’re here mommy. Those bad guys stopped chasing you.” What do you even say to that? How do you react? I hugged her tight, tears streaming down my face, and I told her I was safe and those bad guys are gone.

I don’t really know why I’m writing this down, I literally never post on Facebook. But for some strange reason, I have an overwhelming feeling to do so. I just wish I was writing down my feelings of how much fun I had, rather than the hole this experience has left in me & the fear I’ll no doubt live with for the rest of my life.” –Kymberley Suchomel, October 7, 2017

Kymberley Suchomel Survivor Route 91 Festival Las Vegas

“I’ve had a very hard time leaving my house. I’ve gone to the preschool to drop off and pick up Scarlett, but I haven’t been able to actually go anywhere. Today, I overcame my fear, and I went to lunch with Casie & then went and got this gorgeous piece. If only for a couple hours, I was able to focus on the pain caused by a tattoo gun & forget the pain (both emotional and physical) caused by the horrific event that took place on Sunday.”  –Kymberley Suchomel, October 7, 2017

Kymberley Suchomel Survivor Route 91 Festival Las Vegas

“Its unbelievable to see the evidence of those shot around us splattered on the boots that carried me to safety.

At 10:05 PM my group of friends heard what we thought was firecrackers as Jason Aldean was finishing up “Any Ol’ Barstool”, we chalked it up to just a drunk idiot sneaking them past security and continued to sing and dance. Seconds later he started “When She Says Baby” and that’s when things changed.

I’ll never forget the words he sang as Ricky realized it was automatic gun fire and told us to get down. “Some days it’s tough just gettin’ up, Throwin’ on these boots and makin’ that climb”.

The lives of myself, my friends, and so many others were changed forever exactly one week ago today. While I made it out physically unharmed, I will have mental and emotional scars forever.

Strength is what we gain from the madness we survive. I will never forget October 1st, 2017.” -Kymberley Suchomel, October 8, 2017

Kymberley was found unresponsive in her home the following morning by her Grandma.  The news quickly spread throughout the small shop community, breaking countless hearts along the way.  She was loved by so many and will be missed by even more.  When I heard the news, I quickly reached out to her friend Jaclyn to ask if I could share her story.  Kymberley had a story to tell and she wanted the world to hear it.  She just ran out of time before she was able to get to the happy ending.  Shouldn’t every story have a happy ending?  Kymberley’s story ended way too soon and as a Mother, a wife and a small shop owner myself, I want to make sure that we all remember this courageous woman.  That we read her words and understand that things have to change.  NOW.  No one should ever have to go through something this horrific ever again.  Is this the world we want our kids to grow up in?  I’m sure if Kymberley was still with us, her answer would be NO.  Let’s help spread her message.

Kymberley’s friends have put together a couple of ways for you to help out both her husband and her young daughter.  First, an auction on Facebook. All proceeds will be donated directly to the family to help with any costs that may come up: funeral, memorial service, time off of work for her husband to grieve, food, etc. This auction closes on October 12, 2017 at 10:oopm PST.  If you are unable to participate, you may donate directly to the family via YouCaring or by clicking on the “Donate Now” button below. Anything you can donate is so appreciated.

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Fast and Furious, fast tracking SB 277, forced sterilization and the death of Paul Walker

Governor Brown signed SB 277 eliminating parents’ religious rights to refuse vaccines for their children. There now exists the the absolute requirement that all California public and private school children be immunized but yet there is no such state law mandating vaccination for public or private school teachers, school food service workers, janitors or other school staff. From a public policy standpoint, this makes absolutely no sense unless this is part of an agenda aimed only at children. Ladies and gentlemen it is-

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In the interests of transparency and the exposition of the truth-The Kelly Thomas trial and process depositions must be made public

 

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The Fullerton Informer <joeimbriano777@gmail.com> Mon, Jan 25, 2016 at 10:04 AM
To: “Lucinda M. Williams” <LucindaW@ci.fullerton.ca.us>, Mea Klein <MeaK@ci.fullerton.ca.us>
 Pursuant to my rights under the California Public Records Act (Government Code Section 6250 et seq.), I ask to obtain a copy of the following items, which I understand to be held by your agency:

1) All transcripts in the possession of Dana Fox from the depositions of all of the Fullerton Police officers and FPD  and city employees during the Kelly Thomas murder trial and civil processes.

I ask for a determination on this request within 10 days of your receipt of it, and an even prompter reply if you can make that determination without having to review the record[s] in question.

If you determine that any or all or the information qualifies for an exemption from disclosure, I ask you to note whether, as is normally the case under the Act, the exemption is discretionary, and if so whether it is necessary in this case to exercise your discretion to withhold the information.

If you determine that some but not all of the information is exempt from disclosure and that you intend to withhold it, I ask that you redact it for the time being and make the rest available as requested.

In any event, please provide a signed notification citing the legal authorities on which you rely if you determine that any or all of the information is exempt and will not be disclosed.

If I can provide any clarification that will help expedite your attention to my request, please contact me at     714  or at ###########. Please notify me of any duplication costs exceeding $100 before you duplicate the records so that I may decide which records I want copied.

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Out-Heroding Herod-Are these blood sisters and brothers in the baby parts business?

DEMONIC ACTIVITY DEFINED:

Nucatola explains, “We’ve been very good at getting heart, lung, liver, because
we know that, so I’m not gonna crush that part, I’m gonna basically crush below, I’m gonna crush above, and I’m gonna see if I can get it all intact.”

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“And with the calvarium, in general, some people will actually try to change the presentation so that it’s not vertex,” she continues. “So if you do it starting from the breech presentation, there’s dilation that happens as the case goes on, and often, the last step, you can evacuate an intact calvarium at the end.”

Using ultrasound guidance to manipulate the fetus from vertex to breech orientation before intact extraction is the hallmark of the illegal partial-birth abortion procedure (18 U.S.C. 1531).

The love of money is the root of all evil

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BAX BAXTER on the Kelly Thomas murder and settlement with Ron Thomas

 

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By Bax Baxter

“Forgive me the length of this post, but I plan to make these my last comments on FB ever regarding Kelly Thomas. It’s over.

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Does Fullerton Cares Autism Foundation’s Larry Houser really care?

There is nothing more disturbing than charities propagating the demise of those they ostensibly exist to protect and serve. I believe that is exactly what is going on with the Autism merry go round happy party scam in Fullerton. According to their 990 form, Fullerton Cares Autism Foundation exists to “raise funds for scientific research for a CURE to Autism, to support those individuals with Autism and to carry on activities associated with this goal.”

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P.O.B.A.R IN ACTION: WATCH AS THEY MURDER NOW AND YOU PAY LATER

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It took 9 long painstaking months to form this child in the womb, and it took years of sleepless nights with doctor visits and emergency room scares just to get him to become a little boy, and years of long workweeks to put food on the table and a roof over his head so he could become a man, all to be snuffed out by some bloodthirsty demonic cop. I don’t care what color this child’s skin was, what kind of upbringing he had, what his taste in music was, what tattoos he sported or what he ate or drank. HIS BLOOD WAS JUST AS RED AS ALL OF OUR OWN.

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Why do we teach children in junior and high school a bunch of worthless bullshit 16th century poetry, revisionist history that turns out a slave mentality, balkanizing ethnic studies, bogus intelligence insulting science and worthless mind bending math that they will never use and purposely omit the most important lessons of all-their rights and remedies as Americans, their civic responsibilities, and how to deal with and engage the police.

Maybe your own denial will force you to comfortably sit back and blame the underprivileged youth, their parents, the gangs,drug dealers or the movie industry. You can blame whatever you want because your children will be next.

All it takes is one wrong move and every hope and dream you as parents have ever amassed will be wiped clean in an instant and it will all be covered up and cleaned up on your taxpayer dime. Truth be told the blood is on all of our hands ladies and gentlemen because we have allowed the cops have their bill of rights (POBAR) which happens to be trumping our very own.

Yes the pulpits in the phony worthless churches are silent, the secular humanist schools are complicit, local elected bodies go along for the ride with zippers over their forked tongue mouths and the government is slowly turning against its own with it now being right out in the open as they takes millions of our tax dollars to pay the clean up charges to get all of innocent blood shed all over the street running down the gutters up off the ground. When will it all end?

Ladies and gentlemen, like I have publicly stated before on record, there exist three remedies as an American and they are as follows in this order:

First there is the soap box, which is our right to grandstand in order to disseminate the need and urgency for reforms through the peaceful exercise of our First Amendment protected speech, the right to assemble and have access to and utilize a free press.

When that is not successful, we must resort to the ballot box. Whether it be through the initiative process, elections, recalls or legislative enactment, this is the second peaceful way to enact much needed change to further the interests in protecting and safeguarding liberty at large and the furtherance of a peaceful society.

As a last resort, when all other peaceful measures fail and have been exhausted, it will eventually come down to the cartridge box as it is incumbent upon all Americans  to water the tree of liberty with their very own blood and that of other patriots. Yes, we have been bequeathed with a remedy unlike any anywhere else on earth- The second amendment.

As we are now in a state of militarized police, with military personnel being deployed on the streets with the psychological and media conditioning through operation Jade Helm 2015, you all need to realize that what they are gearing up for is what comprised our founding fathers’ worst fears.

May this child’s blood not have been shed in vain but rather on this July 15. 2015, may you take the time to educate your children on how to deal with the police, how to navigate and participate in our cherished civic processes, how to effect sound public policy, how to select and elect principled leaders, and how to undo wrongs that need to be righted through the legal democratic processes so that we may never have to stoop to the level of the demonic cold blooded thugs such as what you are about to see right below in this video.

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WILLFUL BLINDNESS

Is this what explains the behavior of the masses who ignore and allow the sterilization of school children with the forced wireless exposure at school? apple 666 the counter intuitive brain damaging common core curriculum, the 65 cancer virus and nano tech laden shots being pumped into our kids before age 5,the ripping apart of the unborn children out of their mothers womb and parting them out, the satanizing video game addictions purloining-their-fecundity, the endless flow of liquor destroying marriages and children, the out of control opiate pain pill addiction epidemic, the satanic mind control hellavison, music, Hellywood movie and media bread and circus mindless sports diversions, the fleecing and betrayal by the fat head pickpocket preachers and the cowards who compromise the clergy, the secular humanist educrat lackeys that teach our children flat out lies as they sip their wine, polish the 12 pack and push their agendas, or our violent, murderous, sexually assaulting, framing and corrupt police department, our two faced betraying sell out local elected leaders, or simply what we are allowing to even be done to ourselves by those who hold us all in derision at the highest echelons of power?

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THE FULLERTON POLICE DEPARTMENT

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Kelly Thomas before the FPD made contact with him

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Kelly Thomas after the FPD made contact with him

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Dan Hughes -current FPD chief who let the killer cops watch the video so they could write their reports-I . It appears that he doesn’t review videos before he submits reports to the DA anymore.

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Former Gates protege and bedroom community commando Chief Pat McKinley-“I hired them all”

60 reviews by citizens after THE FPD MADE CONTACT WITH THEM

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James Mills

4 months ago
I’ve had a couple dealings with the Fullerton PD that we very good; but most of the situations between me and the Fullerton PD have been very un-satisfactory. They prowl our street looking for easy-to-get parking tickets. The parking department has an address in Tustin–you simple can not fight against false parking tickets. They are frauds. Weasels really. I hate to say that—but they bring it on themselves–must be the chief of police–trickle down effect. It’s got to be the leadership—it always is.
I hope they wake up…it would be better for our city

John Smith

8 months ago
The city of Fullerton is the worst city to live in first of all, there’s no mall, the streets are patched up horribly, except by the city building and police dept. And that’s the third horrible thing, fullerton police are the worst bunch of s.o.bitches any where, arrogant, lazy. they’re to busy trying to pick up girls in coffee shops and on the streets, I’ve seen them. They should be out there patrolling the streets, Its what we pay them for.Tourist, welcome to Fullerton where the police kill the handicap and its legal.

Tommy Trinh

5 months ago
i go to csuf for school and ive only gotten pulled over 3 times for very minor things, either coming to campus or leaving campus, i never get pulled over anywhere else, this is just harassment

Toby Henderson

9 months ago
Rules For Dealing With Tyrants in 5 Easy Steps:Step #1 Video Tape them and Submit Them in places like this… always submit them where ever and when ever you can… strength is in numbers…
Step #2 File Formal Complaints don’t let them intimidate you like Micheal S. Corona did to me once (Former Head Police Chief Tyrant Orange County, Ca)… a formal complaint is a good complaint… you are making a paper trail…
Step #3 Make Lots of money and then sue the crap out of them with your organization and attorneys… sue them so frigging hard that they are afraid to eat a donuts in public… In a litigious fascist society you must destroy a Tyrant where he feels it… In his wallet not with force
Step #4 Never under any circumstances divulge any information what so ever to a Tyrant you know nothing however your attorney knows everything and would be glad to help… Nothing you ever say to an officer can help you in a court of law
Step#5 A Tyrant is big and powerful and gets away with things for only so long… Use Vigilance Never give up… All tyrants have one thing in common… they fall, every last one. They fall because the G-D of our Universe despises tyrants and will empower people just when a Tyrant feels the most pride and power. (see world history)
Study the Fullerton Police Department to learn more about Tyranny a really great example in modern American society…

Kazi Ahmed

11 months ago
I can see that not all police personnel are violent, egoistic maniacs with an extremely inflated sense of authority over us. I also can see that some cops remember that they are our servants, and tend to carry themselves accordingly while in uniform. However, all of them are disgusting and only deserve shame for the gruesome atrocities they let their colleagues commit. They have become thugs, the biggest and most violent terrorist gang in the country. Only once the policemen stand up for who they are, and kick out the forces of evil working within them – only then will I regain my respect for law enforcement officers. However, as long as the murderers of unarmed people continue to walk the streets in uniform, I will see them as terrorists and will avoid them as I would avoid a gang member.

TheAs57

10 months ago
This must be the worst Police Department in Orange county California. They are not very helpful when you need them. They have their own goddamned ego and pride then comes serving the society. This is one of the worst police departments in the whole state of California. I have lived in several cities in California. Fullerton Police Department is the worst. DO NOT EXPECT THEM TO HELP YOU. just phone some other police department, maybe Brea, La Habra would be better than them. They must transfer out their staff and replace new staff with well mannered and well trained officers. The officers at Fullerton Police Department are childish ,fussy, clueless , talentless and WORTHLESS .

mi x

10 months ago
I lived in Fullerton for 4 years. Instead of beating to death homeless people, why don’t you go after the real criminals in your city? You dont care about the people… you make the least amount of effort.. OH except when it comes to beating defenseless mentally challenged people. How many REAL crimes were committed in your city while 6, count em, 6 officers spent in excess of 30 minutes beating a homeless man to death. People of Fullerton WAKE UP.

Paul Suhn

11 months ago
fullerton cops, lazy, rude, careless, bad attitude, but they do have great benefits.not even sure why we need that many cops in fullerton. should got force to half or outsource to OCSD.I always see them hanging out at McDonalds near amerige heights parking lot area. I guess they are just killing time just like they killed Mr. Kelly Thomas. (RIP)

Justin Brock

8 months ago
They killed a homeless man named Kelly Thomas for no reason whatsoever. Using bully tactics and unnecessary force. I know there are good cops and bad cops…but I’m really not so sure about this department. Plenty more cops arrived on the scene and did nothing to stop the other cops from beating this man who was begging for his life. Shame on this entire department. God will have the final say and I hope you all live in fear for the rest of your sorry lives. You don’t treat people like that. Shame, shame, shame.

Judith Estrella

10 months ago
first of all I just want to thank the Fullerton Police Department .They were quick and awesome in my families time of need. I know that many people have other things to say. But I know first hand that working in a place like they due is very hard .They have the hardest job having to protect others and themselves while trying not to take sides . I’m very grateful. thank you for your service.

Ray Ferrero

10 months ago
They’re great. Have a homeless man that is bothersome to look at? Call them, they will promptly come down and beat him to a bloody pulp and claim it was self defense. Hard earned tax dollars at work right there. Be honest, don’t you want your policemen to be murderous thugs who beat on the defenseless?

Dan

a year ago
It’s important that we distinguish between the good guys and the bad guys. Even in law enforcement we have bad guys but remember the good ones who are truly dedicated to their work and work to protect and serve. Many members of this Dept reflect the bravery and courage we expect from law enforcement. Don’t stereotype all law enforcement because of the acts of a select few who will get their day in court.

Chad Nystrom

9 months ago
this is not a police department- its a group of terrorists who deserve the death penalty for their crimes against innocent Americans! justice will be served pigs!!!

Jeremy Ficarola

10 months ago
This police department murders innocent people. The Kelly Thomas case is a black mark on all law enforcement agencies and there really should be a public citizen committee to oversee this out of control law enforcement agency.

Robby Motz

10 months ago
terrible police department killingpeople for no reason

Gary Busey

2 years ago
After 28 years of never having the displeasure of meeting a police officer professionally I was recently forced into a situation requiring me to do so. I was amazed by the courtesy, professionalism, efficiency and all around quality police work.However I don’t appreciate the time I have spent separated from my firearm while she sits cold and lonely in the Fullerton evidence locker, but I guess that does have to do with the department of justice we will be reunited again soon. keep up the good work.

Mike Squier

2 years ago
Cops USED to be the “good guys”, but this is no longer the case. Are there a few good cops? Statistics say there must be and if they exist, they are not in the majority. (In my opinion) More

John Bradberry

10 months ago
Worst Police Department in NA, Officer Ramos is Murderer that you hired, Kelly Thomas blood is on there hands

Christopher Seow

11 months ago
The gang that killed Kelly Thomas and still became rich by the corrupt government.

Doug Mccoll

2 years ago
If you need help, do not call the Fullerton Police Dept. They will show up and beat you to death. They are just a bunch of brain dead murderers with badges.

Lauren Williams

10 months ago
Gross monsters. The biggest criminals carry a badge.

Zelm Hotzliger

2 years ago
Kelly Thomas RIP, google it. Why would anyone dare to report anything to this PD in person? Look what they did to Kelly Thomas. Big Government Tyranny, Police State!

Kevin Johnson

2 years ago
It’s us against them. These cops are thugs that act like little gangsters. Boycott all donations!

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2 years ago
Worse than Mexican Police. Bunch of cowboys with badges.

Don Juan Diaz

10 months ago
I hope Karma works on these thugs…

Sean Stagner

10 months ago
They get away with Murder

Steve O'ptional

10 months ago
murderers!!!

Austin Holmes

10 months ago
Murderers.

OriginalYTPooper

10 months ago
nono thanksno :)no :(no 😛

poisonltzl

10 months ago
PIGS….

Ethan Cornejo

2 years ago
1 star for 1 fatality

Heidi Liu

5 months ago
Terrifying.

A Google User

A Google User
a year ago
On thutsday May 18th I witnessed corporal Flores and the security guard for Sunny Hills High School Freddy following a student off campus after school at which time Freddy pointed out to corporal floras a 17 year old student and said that’s the one police officer Flores approach the 17 year old student and ask do you have a problem with Freddy at which time the student replied no the police officer stated I’m your problem now officer Flores grab the student around the neck and by the arm and threw him to the ground the student kept questioning why and what was going on not understanding the situation the police officer choked him out twice the student losing consciousness at which time he hogtied him with his knee in his the middle of his back the student was no longer resisting I have video footage from beginning to end and I’m contemplating sending it to the media excessive use of force on a 17 year old child is completely unacceptable Fullerton police department is up to it again

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
who do these guys hire in their police department?? a bunch of freaks, sheesh, glad I don’t live there, I’d be afraid to walk out my door. Why would the police in fullerton be so ready for violence? It’s Orange County for goodness sake! Sheesh….I read an article about the corruption in this department a couple of months ago

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
Dirty cops. They steal iPads from the airport. (Google officer Kelly Mejia.) The steal from Boy Scouts and buy illegal drugs with the city credit card. (Google officer Todd Majors.) They sexually assault women in their police cars. (Google officer Albert Rincon.) They brutally beat to death mentally ill 135 pound homeless. (Google Kelly Thomas.) the Chief of Police Michael Sellers instead of talking to the people hides behind indefinite medical leave so he can’t get fired. What is there to like about the Fullerton Police Department?

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
A bunch of bullies. If you like to beat, haze, and murder citizens and yet still have the balls to plead “not guilty,” you should join the Fullerton police department as I’m sure they’ll have an opening for you. The plus side? The city will offer to pay off anyone who wants to put you on trial! It’s a win/win, really.

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
I have lived in about 10 cities in my life and I have never encountered such arrogant, power-loving, and downright mean law enforcement. I would give them one star even before they beat an innocent man to death in their gang-like solution to the perceived problem. They make me want to move out of this city.

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
Criminal behavior from those who are supposed to protect their citizens. The worst part is their cover-up. They won’t even release the police tapes because they know they should be in jail for it. Absolutely sickening.

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
These officers are the closest thing to criminals in this country. Each one of them needs to be locked away for a long time. Still in shock about Kelly Thomas.

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
City is plagued with police brutality. Police killed Kerry Thomas and ey didn’t even have days off during the investigation. YouTube Fullerton police brutality

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
A new generation of homeless is about to overtake the landscape–returning vets, mentally ill, autistic adults. These are all groups who need to be understood, and not beaten. It requires more wisdom than brawn.

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
Unbelievable that this police department is allowed to operate. Instead of enforcing the law and being an active part of the community, they MURDER people for sitting on park benches. Several of their officers deserves no less than to be executed. There will never be justice in this town until they turn over 100% of their workforce. Makes you wonder why people don’t just start taking the law into their own hands…

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
Fullerton population is 135K+, and they have 153 thugs with blue badges. That’s approx 1,000 people against one thug in blue. Time for Justice in the hands of Citizens!

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
These cops are corrupt, they can kill innocent people smashing there heads in with flash lights and not get in trouble? Your town sucks btw

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
Disgusting assholes. Why would it take several men to apprehend a homeless man. You are trash. Your judgement will come, the sooner the better.

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
I’ll remember not to shed a tear when i hear of one of yours dying in the line of duty.. you scum sucking cowards are a plague on our society.

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
To Serve and Protect their Own. This police department is a joke. Just as corrupt as the police in St. Louis. This isn’t the first instance of incompetent police. A while back an off-duty female cop was caught stealing an i-pad at an airport.

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
What is the deal? How could you let your officers be so far from the oath you take to protect the people and help teach our kids whats wrong and right. We trust you as police with so much, and as a department you have so let our country down. You must get back to what is RIGHT and train better, filter you officers. You have a lot to make up to us!!! So sad it has come to this!!

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
Stop ALL DONATIONS to Fullerton Police!! You are hated by most! Scumbags!

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
Murderers. Street thugs with a license to kill

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
Where power-tripping jackboots beat petty thieves to death.

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
…bunch of uneducated thugs with guns and badges have been around for TOO LONG!!!

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
They Murdered Kelly Thomas. Never forget!!!

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
Murderers

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
If you want to die on holidays this is the place to go, the cops will beat you to death….

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
Shame on Fullerton police.

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago
They kill citizens <– enough said

A Google User

A Google User
2 years ago
scumbags…

A Google User

A Google User
3 years ago

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2 years ago

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A Veterans Day Tribute-by Barry Levinson

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November 11, 2014 is another glorious day to pay tribute to all our Veterans whether they served in the battlefield or served in peacetime. We thank you for your tireless sacrifices that both you and your families accepted for our country. For the last few decades, we have had a totally voluntary military. Those who serve voluntarily commit willingly to serve our country and risk life and limb for us at home.  There is no braver sacrifice that a citizen can provide for his/her country.

 

I also want to thank those in my family who served proudly.

 

First and foremost, I would like to thank my biggest hero, my dad, Murray Levinson. He served in the front lines in North Africa and Italy during WWII. His task was as part of a platoon that went ahead of most of the troops searching for and dismantling mines planted by the retreating enemy. He was seriously wounded but survived intact. His two best buddies were not as lucky. One day under heavy mortar shelling by the enemy, my dad’s platoon suffered some catastrophic losses. My dad suffered wounds that he recovered from and when healed went back into the battlefield. His best friend suffered a direct hit and was literally blown to bits. His other buddy suffered massive injuries loosing all four limbs. These were true heroes. Young men some still teenagers facing life and death situations every single day for 2, 3 or 4 years.

I would also like to thank my dad’s older brother who also proudly served during WWII and my cousin who served in the early 1960’s stationed in Germany.

Finally, to all those men and women who served proudly and their families, I want to thank them for their patriotism, bravery and sacrifice.

Those who fought in WWII were part of what is now known as the Greatest Generation. They fought and many died and even more were seriously wounded so that we can remain free of tyranny.

Today we as Americans have a solemn obligation to see to it that we do not let that freedom slip away by foreign or domestic enemies of freedom.

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I report, you decide.

Barry Levinson

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