FBI issues nationwide alert for San Francisco man

originally posted by: WhiteAlice

originally posted by: SubTruth
a reply to: WhiteAlice
If he was smart he would post everything he wants to say now.

The full quote from twitter that is shorter now basically says that he went to some less than savory sites last year

Gotta love everyone's search histories being stored and available to the FBI....

When the internet came around I looked up so many unsavory things I still have nightmares. Two girls in a cup is forever in my mind. Would the FBI think me into Porn for searching for that video three years after it came out?

When I was younger I searched bomb making techniques, drug making techniques, home made weapons and how to build a nuclear bomb in my basement. Did I ever have any intention of doing any of those things? Nope. I was just bored and looking up crazy stuff.

Is looking up crazy stuff now enough to get on a list and have BOLO's issued? Metadata and thought crimes are here people. It is not pretty, in fact I bet 70% of the people on ATS have "suspect" search histories.

I can see it now. Join ATS and the FBI knocks on the door..... So glad to be nearly 50 years old with little skin left in this game. I pity kids these days. What a bummer that they have no clue just how much freedom has gone "poof" over the last 20 years.

originally posted by: WhiteAlice
And some more:

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Apparently, his uncle is one of Hooters' founders, Ed Droste. Other than that, he seems like an almost painfully normal guy so either he was really very good at hiding his inner self or ???.

Maybe they're afraid he'll give away Hooter's trade secrets. The Organ Grinder might get specs on the physical attributes of Hooter's waitresses and the recipe for the wings.

a reply to: Mamatus

Yep, can't look up anything nowadays. Remember that woman was investigated for researching pressure cookers to make dinner, after the Boston bombing?

Found the letter. It was at the bottom of the SFWeekly article the whole time: www.scribd.com...

You're reading this. That means we probably don't know each other anymore, and I owe everyone an explanation

I've timed this note on a Hootsuite delay, and now it's live, which means I wasn't around to stop it from posting.

I guess it starts with depression. I think I've been depressed for as long as I can recall. You don't really know that for a while, until you're older. Everything in life is defined by the other things around it. Up helps define down. Left defines right. And that's the case here.

When you're 9 years old, 12 years, 17 years...we all go through the typical range of growing-up emotions. But it's not until you get some wisdom later in life that you have something to compare that to. Then you can say, "man, I was silly to think that," or in my case, "man, I was depressed."

And that's gone on an on throughout my life. I've hit some really dark moments. Dad was hard. Tyra was hard. Azure was hard. Getting left out of the Newsom win was hard. But I was always able to override it by forcing some common sense onto my brain, knowing I had lots of years ahead of me, and toughing it out. And every time I would crawl out of it. But every time it would somehow come back. It's happening again?!? Again?!? What did I do to deserve this!?!.....I'd hit the bottom again. And every time it was darker than the time before. This time, it was really bad.

The catalyst this time was the loss of about everything that mattered to me.

I've isolated two things I need: a person and a purpose. All I've ever wanted was someone to be madly in love with, to go through life with in that great, dedicated relationship. Then, all i needed was a great reason to get up everyday. Some great work to do. That's pretty easy. Everyone wants that. Lots of people get it.

But it always eluded me. I'd give my all to a girl and she'd take it and run. I'd bust my ass at a job, but the company would fail, the economy would drop out, the campaign would lose...or it would win and leave me behind. As I hustled year in and year out, fought through another failed relationship with someone who cheated and/or left, and scrambled for another half-ass job that didn't work out, my mental state got more stressed and more panicked. I don't know if my depression caused the outcome, or if the outcome built on the depression, but the result is the same.

When 2013 came, it did me in. I've been fighting and fighting to get out of it. But it wrecked me. And it led to what happened today.

In the span of a few months, everything that mattered to me betrayed me. First, mom. My mother consistently sent word of her work building an Apocalypse bunker. She's become a religious addict, certain that the Rapture is coming any day now. Every conversation turned to an extreme religious belief. Dad left a long time ago, no brothers & sisters, and now here's mom making it evident that she can't be reached, that I'd never have that relationship I saw between so many friends and their parents, and that I was absolutely alone. I always longed for someone permanant in my life, who'd undeniably say "I've got your back, I won't let you fail, no matter what." But that's just not there. My family are wonderful people, but their world is isolating, their hearts are closed, and I just can't seem to get near them. I wrote mom a lot these thoughts here a couple months ago, but it went nowhere. I don't know what else to do.

Second...I'd met The One. I was sure of it. You meet enough people, date enough, and you know what's right when you see it. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. Then she stopped. For no reason I could tell. She just stopped. But she didn't stop completely. She hovered around, kept the perfect right at my fingertips for weeks, but just out of reach. All while letting a different someone else have it...someone else always around the next corner, on the other end of another text message. I realize this sounds like the trival heartbreak whine of a 16 year old, but I can't help it. This one got in my psyche and wouldn't leave.

Third, my oldest friend in the City...my best friend...pulled my world out from under me. I'd been giving anything of myself I could for Project Sport, trying to build something great together with a "family" of my own. We finally made it. Something we created was sold for over $1 million...but I saw none of it. None of us who dedicated ourselves to its success did. We worked for cheap or free, we put our hearts into it. But when the success came, it never left the top of the ladder. But okay...I get it...instead of rewarding the people who got you here, we'll use that money to start a company...we're going to make this real: The Project Sport Family. Then five months into it I was cut out. Even then, I let myself believe we'd just hit a rough patch, and I agree'd to play the loyal chump and keep giving to it, even without pay. I believed the "Family" rhetoric, that my team would be fighting for me and for the project. In truth, I was still being pushed out, only slower. My ability to make any contibution was marginalized, I was useless, and I was gone.

Any of these are things are just life though. A person should be able deal with this. People deal with cancer, or they go to war. This should be do-able. Stop whining. But all of this at once, for the umpteenth time in my life -- really, this is happening AGAIN?!? -- at the hands of the people who mattered to me the most...this betrayal, abandonment, isolation and lonliness. I couldn't take it this time. I already had a tendency to slip into depression; this one hit me hard.

I got dark. I got real dark. I explored myriad ways I could put an end to what I was going through. I binged-watched dark TV, sometimes didn't get off the couch for days, and scoured the Internet absorbing fuel for morbid fantasies. Some of that activity seemed to attract the attention of some visitors today...who have made it rather evident that this is the end of the line for me.

Which is too bad, because I was still fighting. One day at a time, I was pushing through. The loss of Project Sport seemed to take my whole social circle with it -- suddenly no one I knew through that life was talking to me anymore -- but I made new circles. My Natalies, and all the people I've met though them...you're amazing. And I can't say enough about my Gator crew and the people I've met through them. You've kept me alive. I wish I could have met you all years ago. I'm so sorry about this. I'm sure this will completely blindside you all. Whenever you saw me I was on top of the world, because you pulled me up there. You never knew what hit me the minute I left to go home alone.

And maybe I was getting closer to finding work? I was going to be at the end of my rope soon anyway -- despite today's visit -- when my last $5K ran out next month, but I was still pushing. At 40+ years old with a random patchwork of a resume, I've been virtually unemployable. I've gotten nowhere in a year of looking. But now finally, in these last couple weeks, there have at least been some nibbles. Maybe something would have worked soon...

And then there's Amy. I can't say enough about her. You are one of the best people I've ever met. You don't know it, but you fixed me. You don't know about any of this depression really, certainly not its magnitude. But in our two months you've done so much to make my head right again. If not for today, I think I would have made it. I am so painfully sorry for this happening to you. You don't deserve it. The fact that #ty things have happened to you before make this even more unacceptable. You're amazing and you deserve the best. I thank you for the weeks you've given me, but I hate that I met you at this time and that this is what I've brought onto you. I love you.

Today was going to be a good day. I got great friends. Amy's great. Give me a little more work and life's starting to come back together. But so much was broken from this past year-and-a-half, and from moments way back before that, I guess it was just insurmountable, and the time's up.

Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you.

Another person snapping due to lack of love and financial failure after financial failure it seems?

a reply to: TKDRL

I got dark. I got real dark. I explored myriad ways I could put an end to what I was going through. I binged-watched dark TV, sometimes didn't get off the couch for days, and scoured the Internet absorbing fuel for morbid fantasies. Some of that activity seemed to attract the attention of some visitors today...who have made it rather evident that this is the end of the line for me.

This part tickled my brain. It seems .... forced ... like he's supposed to say something like that but he isn't speaking as if he's experienced it. I could be wrong ... but it seems out of place. Forced. Added in as an afterthought.

Anyways... that's the feeling I get reading it.

originally posted by: UnBreakable
a reply to: Black_Fox



False flag approachin'. Nationwide martial law as DHS does a Boston-bomber type sweep.

*facepalm*

a reply to: FlyersFan
LOL What he is saying is he immersed himself in the ATS Conspiracy Forum!!!!

a reply to: FlyersFan
I agree.
I found very little honesty or affection in the "goodbye letter".
It reminded me of a televangelist's congregational apology/s...after having skewered a competing minister, then being caught doing the same thing.

a reply to: WhiteAlice

Strange letter. Reminds me of the whining of Elliot Rodger - "I can't get(keep) women, me so lonely, me so depressed"...blah blah blah. Says his mother is a religious fanatic convinced the rapture is coming soon and has retreated to her survival bunker (hot tip there folks! Is it time to grab that last can of beans and go? - mebee)

Says nothing of material value or anything relating to the media coverage. Reads like a Harlequin.

a reply to: TKDRL

Sounds like he is saying it isn't his fault...its everyone else's fault.

Or perhaps I am just a bit cynical.

a reply to: FlyersFan
Who knows if he even really wrote it right? I mean I assume it was typed electronically, one of the draw backs of digital. At least a hand written letter you can compare hand writing. Even if say he wrote some of it, matching a font to add in more would be cakewalk. Not so trying to match hand writing. The reason I keep my "journal" type book in actual writing. That and I type slow as all hell, could never get into touch typing. got to stare at the keyboard to type, and as a result, lots of errors I end up having to edit out lol.

a reply to: TKDRL

He may have really written it .... (or not) .... but the way it's written doesn't sound like someone who was in such a dark place like the letter says. But like I said .. I could be wrong about that. It's just not sitting right with me ...

a reply to: Mamatus

I don't know to be honest. I can't imagine that it was simply just his looking at unsavory sites though. He referenced a morbid fantasy period in 2013 that was the source of the FBI interest him. I looked over his social media for the last year and a half and found an almost painfully normal guy. For somebody who calls himself "polihoc" at multiple sites across the net, it's actually really devoid of politics. It's all tv, football, and local SF city stuff like wineries, pubs, and photos from around town. The only two curious things he posted in that time period was a link to a FBI affidavit on Raymond Chow (a Chinatown streetgang criminal) with a remark about political corruption or mafia story and this Fight Club inspired topography video back in April of 2013. The video on its own is rather meaningless but it, ironically enough, rather matches what everybody is saying about Ryan "nice guy" Chamberlain. Irony there.

www.youtube.com...

I think he's intentionally painfully normal on his social media because that's his business. If he had a super darkside, he certainly didn't advertise it--as he himself admits. If what the FBI says was true and he did have explosive materials in his home plus the assisted suicide chemical, it could very well be that they'd been watching his online activity because of his perusing those unsavory sites and purchases. That would make sense as his suicide letter was auto-published today and it ambiguously states this:

When 2013 came, it did me in. I’ve been fighting and fighting to get out of it. But it wrecked me. And it led to what happened today.

www.buzzfeed.com...

So a guy looking at weird stuff on the net--gets him watched. Same guy auto-posts an ambiguous suicide letter on the net? Probably is going to get raided, especially if he was buying things that could be used to build something bad. Then again, "explosive materials" could be simple household products. That was probably the winning FBI raid combination.

Odds are, he was already suicidal and my guess is that he'll probably be found dead of suicide when they do find him.

a reply to: FlyersFan
It seems off to me as well. Then again, going back and reading stuff I wrote a few years ago feels off to me sometimes lol.

originally posted by: bjarneorn
a reply to: Black_Fox

I'll say this much for the US ... bunch of paranoid schizos ... the sooner they perish, the better.

Old man, I know you're grumpy but common seriously. ATS is a conspiracy website, it's ok to be a little paranoid sometimes. And who the f### you wish perished ?

Some ATS member wishing list is becoming macabre lately.

originally posted by: FlyersFan
a reply to: TKDRL

I got dark. I got real dark. I explored myriad ways I could put an end to what I was going through. I binged-watched dark TV, sometimes didn't get off the couch for days, and scoured the Internet absorbing fuel for morbid fantasies. Some of that activity seemed to attract the attention of some visitors today...who have made it rather evident that this is the end of the line for me.

This part tickled my brain. It seems .... forced ... like he's supposed to say something like that but he isn't speaking as if he's experienced it. I could be wrong ... but it seems out of place. Forced. Added in as an afterthought.

Anyways... that's the feeling I get reading it.

He remarked on his twitter that he had updated the letter in a panic three hours ago. twitter.com... I'm guessing that, considering it's remarking directly on the FBI aspect, that is the "updated" part. Technically, that would make it added in as an afterthought. Nice that you noted that as you were right.

a reply to: Mamatus
Haha if my computer is ever seized, I would probably be toast for all the educational material I got archived

a reply to: Asktheanimals

Yeah, it does. Like I said, guy's online image was painfully normal except for a couple blips. It reminded me of Elliot Rodger as well and maybe that is exactly why the FBI broke down his door. If you think about it, police department totally dropped the ball on Rodger and bad things happened just South of San Francisco. The failure with Rodger could be precisely why the FBI is all over this. I'm pretty darn sure the guy is going to show up as dead and not by FBI bullets. Just a gut feeling. If he didn't feel like he had anything to live for before today, then there is no way that feeling would've improved by today's events. It would've been the nail in his coffin tbh.