myPlanetGanja.com

Yeah, I guess it's time for my first post on the 'new' My Planet Ganja.

First off, gotta say I've missed a lot of you guys! <waves wildly @ Munchy> <pointedly ignores Haxxie> <makes eyes at Smokes wife> <swipes Gads bong> <gives one of them real cool 'n casual nods to Prawn> <preens>

Soooo, anything interesting going on around here?

I've been doing, some, erm, well... you know... stuff. Boring shit, mostly, you know how it goes. Spent some time in Thailand, got a tan. You know, standard semi-retired vacation shit, kinda like your parents did. Well, mebbe not *exactly* like yer parents, but I did wear socks with sandals on a couple of occasions.

Anyways, haven't dragged my avatar and sig line out in, hoo boy - it's been a long fucking time.

So I've got this trip planned, to the Big Apple. Golly gee and shucks, I shure am looking forward to seeing the big city 'n stuff. I'm not sure exactly where I'm gonna be staying when I get there, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be one of them 'state of the art' facilities, if you know what I mean.

Now, I haven't got much time right now—you know how it is when yer getting ready for a trip—do I have enough socks; are those purple trousers a bit much for tourist class; does the country for this passport even still exist; did I remember to pay my lawyers retainer. You know the drill.

Since I really have no fucking idea exactly how long I'm going to be gone for, I thought I'd set up a time to drop back and have a little get-together with some of my friends, enemies, and assorted acquaintances before I go, well, away for a bit.

Say about in, oh, 24 hours from now.

I'm inviting a few other folks to drop by as well. Moustache, Gwern, that kinda folks. Not exactly active anywhere else online right now, and this place has always been kinda like home. <wipes tear>

Hope to see y'all here.

Cheers, eh.


*Obligatory dancing Gadabout banana -->

Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends.

It's him 100% certain.

You want to write the motherboard or should I?

I dunno smokes, that's awful naïve of ya.

Could be some guy started creating handles over six years ago with exactly this scenario in mind, eh.

Hey, it's your house, invite anyone you like, just make sure they wipe their feet at the door.

<skips off to make sure teddy and blanky are packed>

Well considering I know and can verify that it is in fact you

It's your party. welcome home

dude! Thanks for stopping by!

you certainly have been missed as well!

shit, I need to start making some popcorn!

'Sup?

You don't know me but I hear you're a douche..welcome back.

Hi again everyone and bonjour Mr. Mongoose.

I have to say - I like your style, very entertaining.

Where are the drinks™ ?

Free Ross.

freeross.org

Free Ross, and give Snowden asylum too. Or immunity.

Well, well. I'm not sure what is worse, being pointedly or bluntly ignored. Either is actually fine though.

I still can't help but like you dude--in an ambivalent, conflicted and maddeningly in spite of myself way. In spite of everything, in fact. If you have a story to tell, you know this is the place to tell it. Smokes will have your back in a way nobody else surely ever would, and he has the courage and means to make that support real. I can't think of another place on the t00bs that would serve half as well.

I'm going to break out some beautiful pure Columbian Gold genetics I've been saving in the stash for a while and have a few hits in lieu of popcorn.

A little musical interlude

..... well, I guess the gangs all here, 'cept for a few of the missing 'players'.

I looked for you in front of the courthouse in Baltimore a few months ago but you were a no-show,
unless they got you in the Fayette St. entrance 'somehow'.

I'm outa that place now.

...... anyhow, yer old pal Paradise Lost has resurrected but sez "welcome back, what took ya so long"????

..... oh yeah, one more thing, ya better 'grease up' cause I'm coming back!























Nah, you KNOW I still LUV ya man!

Hey what time does this party start? I got foot ball to watch between 7:30-10:30 PM CDT.

Thanks for letting us know you're still alive and I'm sorry to learn your emails got hacked.

Be back much later

the more posters here the better.
welcome
Lrus007

off to work I go... back in 6 hrs.

<tap><tap><tap>

Ahem.

Is this thing on?

Well fuck.

It is just so hard to even begin to know where to start here.

Don't even fucking think of saying, "Well, start at the beginning, doh!"

'Cause anyone that knows me will tell ya that would look something like...

Well first, there was dinosaurs.

Then they died.

The possible reasons for this are many and varied...

Three weeks and 147 posts later, I'd be up to, like, the Pliocene Epoch, and my scanner would bust while I was trying to image a unique fossil of a marmot-like creature, and god only fucking knows if I could ever live down a scanner malfunction.

There's a lot of misinformation floating around out there. Shocking, I know. Misinformation on teh intarwebs, whoda' thunk it.

My first instinct is to try and correct all of it, which is why me second instinct is pretty much always to beat my first instinct into fucking submission, and warn it if it ever raises it mangy fucking head again, it had better be prepared to be thoroughly chastised, perhaps even taunted about that time when I was seven and my first instinct when I saw Carol, the girl of my dreams, was to run up to her, look deep in her eyes, and when she smiled at me, punch her. Yep, even my inner monologue is never gonna let me live that one down.

<fumbles through note cards>

[Picture yer audience nekkid]

<glances over at the 350 lb. towering man-mountain that is smokebreaks>

<shudders>

<using the universal dealers option, burns the first card to the bottom of the deck>

[Haxxie says... ]

<peeks at the next card>

[Haxxie says you faked going to jail to cover your tracks, cause you were architecting...]

<peeks at the next fucking card>

[Munchy wants to know why his letters were returned]

<guilty look>

Fuck.

<slips the next goddam note card out>

[Stop fucking skipping cards, ya' wanker. Go back and deal with 'em.]

<sigh>

I really never thought it possible that I would be in a position to have to say that no, I didn't architect anything, I was too busy being in Wandsworth fucking prison. Life, she deals you some strange curves sometimes, don't she.

So, it looks like, according to the goddam cards that I'm going to rip into teeny tiny shread, before I burn them later, this is where we're going to start. Not at the begining, but with the tale of my time as guest of the Queen of England. Hi Liz! :waves:

Now, before y'all start thinking if I don't get to the meat of the matter pretty fucking quickly here, your netflix queue is gonna get some love, bear with me. If I jump too far ahead, the same folks are going to be bitching later when I have to go back and tell the fucking prison story, why the fuck didn't I tell it in the first place.

This one time, I accidentally built a large, high-tech, totally bitchin' modified atmosphere, high lumens cannabis grow operation above Choy's Chinese Food restaurant in Surbiton, Surrey, Merry Olde England. A fucking thing of beauty it was too. 1400ppm Co2, heppa air scrubbers, drip-fed coco-coir in 16 litre airpots. Sparkling white tiled floors and walls, 3 balanced MAUs w/carbon scrubbers and ozone injected exhausts (Very cleverly fed into the 22" 30 foot tall exhaust stack from the Chinese place, who were open 11 am to midnight, so the smelly side of my 12/12 was covered by chow mein odors.), and all-in-all one of my proudest achievements. Forty thousand pound sterling the equipment set me back, and 1400 square feet of really fucking bright plant heaven was the result. Now, while I was building it, I also needed to decide what to grow in it. Having access to literally millions of seeds representing over 3,000 strains of ganja in my seed fridges, it was indeed a dilemma. So, I did what any rational middle-aged man who was living alone in a rambling 2 bedroom house would do. While I was building the grow, meanwhile at home I moved into the large bathroom, and jammed grow tents into the two bedrooms. Fuck, being grown up just means you get to build bigger forts, and you don't have to use all the cushions off the good couch.

The grow-op was completed to perfection, tents full of seedlings were tenatively showing their sex, while in the other bedroom the flowering tents were giving the chosen ones their head start, prior to their move to their final, high-tech home.

Life was fucking grand!

I lived about a 5 minute walk from the grow, and I'd grab 4 plants and nestle 'em all snugly in a box, and walk 'em down to their new home at...

Wait.

I see you fidgeting, there in the back.

Trust me, I'll get there.

<rifles through cards until the only red one pops outta the sea of white>

[We've been reading shit for months and fucking months. How the everloving Christ are you not in fucking jail right now, huh?]

Ahem.

I know that's pretty much the sole fucking question that's frosting yer cookies right now.

It's also the sole reason I'm here today. To give you the answer.

You can blame Moustache for that. He asked me that very question just the other day, and you know what? It's a *real* good question, and it fucking deserves an answer. So far, he alone among you got an answer, if somewhat briefly. And after I answered him, I said to myself, "Self," I said, "You've pretty much gotta tell folks. Goddam fucking wanker Moustache, he's gonna pay for this. Now stop talking to yourself, and see if you can remember your MPG password."

So, if ya' wanna bug someone, pick on his ass for a while. I'm gonna do this at my own speed. Now stop fidgeting, goddammit!

<pins the note card in question to lapel, setting off the carnation on the other lapel quite nicely, thank you very much>

I'll just leave that there.

Now, it's about 4 hours from right now when I have to post up what you've all come here to read. I was going to just plod on here at my keyboard until I was done, and post it up all at once. However, it's occured to me that sure as god fucking made them little green apples, the internet is going to hiccup, or my cpu is going to catch fire, or the vengeful god of scanners is going to pay me a visit and fuck up my video driver before I'm done.

So I'm going to post up what I've got so far, and then get back to slaving over my keyboard. You don't have to hang about. Grab a pizza and a movie, the answer yer looking for will be here when you get back. It's likely going to be a few more posts from me before it gets to the ending.

Oh, and there's not going to be an earth-shattering revelations about secret cabals, or what I did on my summer vacation, or who really wrote certain e-commerce software. No answer to numerous conspiracy theories floating around, nor a startling confession that will make you gasp and wail.

Just me meandering my way around to exactly how the everloving Christ I am not in fucking jail right now.

YOU MAY HAVE A FRONT ROW SEAT, BUT YOU'LL ONLY NEED THE EDGE... Edge... edge...

Sorry, had a monster truck rally flashback there for a sec.



Feel free to spell check this shit for me, I *hate* doing that crap.

biab

Let the record show I'm a sexy bitch

Now just a damned minute.

You just started yer story and fuck off without no endings? The ladies must love you...

You always post shit like that. How the everloving CHRIST aren't you in the pokey now. Answer me that.



Shazaam!

I honestly made this account to just fuck with you. I didn't even keep up with the trial for the most part, unless there was a post on /r/dnm or the hub that caught my eye.

How the fuck have you stayed out of jail? You're apparently some big architect for SR. If they can find a goddamn hidden service, I'm sure they can find someone behind a clearnet server and a YouTube channel. I think they don't care about it because the case is over, whatever, right? Maybe. I don't know.

I don't think you're the big architect for it and never have, I think you said some inspirational words that Ross liked and he looked up to you. You were his daddy figure in a sense.

The Silk Road trial wasn't as crazy as the media wanted it to be and they made you out to be some computer genius god who knows how to hide from the feds while still having active accounts, just to raise eyebrows and get people interested in a story that was over when Ross was sentenced.

How do you like darknet markets now, ever hang out on /r/darknetmarkets or any forum for that matter relating to the subject? Or did you just leave it all behind to masturbate to the thought of being one step ahead of everyone else, no fuck that, on a entirely different set of stairs?

I wont lie, my heart is raising right now, and being high makes me even better knowing fucking VARIETY FUCKING JONES will read this. I don't know if you've seen Zombieland and they meet up with Bill Murray, but if you have, image that scene when Woody Harrison freaks out and goes BILL FUCKING MURRAY.

I know people wont agree with my excited, especially sporting this FreeRoss name but whateva.

Edit @ FreeRoss2015

Dude, so glad to see you here man, hope you have a good time. Thanks for the kind words.

Speaking of misconceptions, a few folks seem to think I have something to do with varietyjones.com. Nope, now that's just someone fucking about for the sheer joy of fucking about, I'm thinking. I looked at it once about a week ago when I found out about it, and yeah, it made me giggle. Someones got panache, eh.

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Hey, WTF!

I can't give karma?

What's the story with that, minimum post count or what?

Anyone?

Anyone?



Bueller?

@Moustache - glad to see ya' made it, grab a seat at the bar on the end, by the hot bartender. Her names Smotty.

Smotty don't come around here no more.

The closest thing we got is Earl in drag.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:Hey, WTF!

I can't give karma?

****SNIP****

Right. Let's cut to the chase so you don't spend your last hours of freedom on the inter-fucking-net talking to a load of webmongs you don't even know and who only give the vaguest toss about you out of passing boredom.

Questions:

1. What's going on in NYC? Are you copping less time in return for a guilty plea? I don't see any indictement...yet. Presumably your docket on PACER is sealed at the moment?...

2. Presumably you're not going to say anything we don't already know. If you are planning to then please go ahead and say it.

3. I always thought you and St. Exo were one and the same but Moustache has told me otherwise. Do you know him? Where the fuck is he?

4. Anything else?

Have a nice flight. I hear New York in the Fall is quite lovely. Do send our best to Mr. Ulbricht.






*Edit: Spelling

Speaking of misconceptions, a few folks seem to think I have something to do with varietyjones.com. Nope, now that's just someone fucking about for the sheer joy of fucking about, I'm thinking. I looked at it once about a week ago when I found out about it, and yeah, it made me giggle. Someones got panache, eh.

Riiiiight. You can't click-bait us!

Seriously though, you were involved with Atlantis Market as well? If you don't have anything to do with the site, can you at least elaborate on that blue wolf? Is it just coincidence?

I had a suspicion* it wasn't yours, when I saw a post about your email being hacked, I, being the crazy elite hacker that I am, googled the email and found the site. Made a post saying it probably wasn't yours but odd nonetheless.

Thanks for the reply, this is awesome as fuck.

The way you talk about NYC makes it sound like you're going to behind bars before too long, and I hope you're not, but if that's the case, why aren't you running? I'd be in North Korea right now getting my Karl Marx on and learning how to not eat for 3 days at a time. Tape up my eyes and talk liek dees.

So got any filthy, nasty dirt about anything you've been keeping a secret about the subject we're all here for? lol

smokebreaks wrote:Smotty don't come around here no more.

The closest thing we got is Earl in drag.

Well, crap.

Do me a favor, don't tell Moustache, and dim the lights in that corner. And slip Earl a few Pina Colada's. Put 'em on Gads tab

<snickers>


@well_lol_doh

I'm pretty fucking far from my last hours of freedom on the inter-fucking-net there sport.

The beauty of getting older is you can wear silly hats in public, and you don't have to cut to the chase if you'd much rather meander over in the general vicinity of the chase, kinda sidle up beside it, and generally take your sweet fucking time. It's a really kinda cool freedom.

Oh, and hey, welcome to the forums, eh. Always nice to see new faces.


@ FreeRoss2015

I'm heading to NY under my own volition. I'm not running because I'm old, and a brisk stroll is pretty much my limit nowadays.

FreeRoss2015 wrote:
So got any filthy, nasty dirt about anything you've been keeping a secret about the subject we're all here for? lol

Yes. This is what we're all after really.

I'm fucking tired though so will check back tomorrow.

Laters all.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:
@well_lol_doh

I'm pretty fucking far from my last hours of freedom on the inter-fucking-net there sport.


I'm heading to NY under my own volition. I'm not running because I'm old, and a brisk stroll is pretty much my limit nowadays.

Ah OK soz, I was under the impression you were being extradited. But if you're going to cross some legal Ts and dot some Is then good for you.

Bed for me. Have fun.

I always assumed you're some sort of hotshot millionaire living on a beach somewhere, just chillin' with the SR money you got.

Are you expecting the same sentence as Ross?

I don't think you should go to prison, that's just me, fuck me right? I don't think Ross should have been given life either, that's fucking retarded. But Ross was a big boy, he did what he do, and I think it's stupid to blame you for his doings. But that's the world we live in, gotta find the scapegoat in any situation. Like earlier, I passed gas and blamed it on my dog who was in the other room and people believed me.

Forgive me for all my questions, but between this opiate and the excitement of talking to you, I just have to ask some. You don't have to answer any of them if you don't want, it's cool, I'd understand.

So what do, or did, you think about SR2 and Blake Benthall? Do you wish the SR name would have lived on after SR2?

you just might need the drinks . not earl
earl does not even look good under LED lights.
none the less glad to see some posting going on.
so tell your story as you wish. i have no questions.
glad you are free
Lrus007

i want my records back!

sorry POM, karma is now enabled after 2 posts

@ Ben you have a message to reply to... from June 29th.

Well this isn't a very good party.



<shakes head and rolls eyes and mutters something about old folks>

If you read this, best wishes for the future Mr. Mongoose. It's crazy how a few chemicals being popped in the post could get so many into so much shit.

Hi@everyone here...

Munchy wrote:

Better

Right now I am like

edit: Hi OP. Nice 1st post

edit2:

smokebreaks wrote:... Thanks for letting us know you're still alive and I'm sorry to learn your emails got hacked...

well said... ditto.

I've had about 4 hours of no power here, and I'm getting frustrated as hell. Power and internet are up now, obviously, so I'm going to make this quick.

I ended up making this way longer than I intended, the text file for the next part weighs in at about 45kb, and I'm not quite to the juicy bit that you've all been waiting for, How the everloving Christ am I not in fucking jail right now? That important bit is pretty much all written out, but I haven't proof-read it or examined it for sanity. I'm not going to do that until I've had some sleep, it's way fucking later than I intended.

I'm skipping off right after I post up what is ready in just a minute here, and then I'm off to collapse in bed for the night/morning/whatever.

OK, where was I... oh yeah...

So I'm walking sexed seedlings and/or clones down to the grow quite a few times a day, the grow is filling up nicely, and I'm starting to regain one of my bedrooms. The newly built seedling section is just about finished, so soon I'll actually have two bedrooms in my two bedroom house. Whee.

So, I'm mixing up nutes one fine morning, and there's a knock at the door. Likely the guys that run the restaurant. Had to re-wire the building a couple of months ago to get everything prepped, and did odd jobs for them repairing shit or painting, and generally being the cool guy that's renting the top floor. They barely had the mechanical aptitude to flush a toilet, so they loved having their own handyman that would fix busted shit for a plate of crispy beef and noodles. I yelled out that I was just doing something on the ladder, and would come down in a minute.

Metropolitan Police, open the door NOW!

Well, fuck.

Loud fucking banging on the door. Lots of loud banging. Those fuckers must take a special course in loud banging. And I'd run into the graduated-with-honors class.

I sat down on the floor, lit a cigarette, and pondered. Perhaps if I stayed *real* quiet, they'd get bored and leave. Did not seem very likely, to be honest.

"Gentlemen," I yelled back finally, "Do you have a warrant?"

Attempting to cross all my fingers for extra luck, I ended up jamming the cherry of my cigarette into that fleshy web-bit of skin 'tween my third finger and pinky, and generally began rapidly to lose my faith in the powers of finger-crossing when a voice boomed, "Yes, we have a goddamn warrant to search for evidence of cocaine dealing and large quantities of currency. Now open the door before we kick the fucking thing down!"

Well shit, I started to laugh. Really. I just couldn't help it. Cocaine and currency, eh. Pretty fucking sure there weren't going to be finding any quantity of either one of those things in here.

"What the fuck are you laughing about?" one cops voice booms through the door. Those fuckers gotta take special courses in booming too, cause that was one serious fucking door, and the dude just boomed right through it like it was an Ikea closet door. And this dude was sounding *pissed* right off. Oh, and big. That voice said that the boots attached to it had kicked in many a door, and reveled in aforesaid kicking, with energy left over for apprehending the alleged perpetrator and perhaps saving a bit of toe for them if they didn't cooperate and open the goddamn bleeding door right fucking bleeding now!

Well, crap. I just could not stop fucking laughing. With snot literally jetting from my nostrils as I tried to contain myself, and blurted out, "I'm fucking laughing at you, you fucking doofus, thinking you're going to kick in my fucking door. Have you even looked at the fucking door you've been pounding on like a 14 year old beating his dick before mum comes in his room to take him to church. Have you?"

I'd managed to stop laughing now, and was working myself up into a fine spirit of righteous indignation, eh. Yeah, sometimes I am my own worst fucking enemy.

And then I heard what was about to be my undoing. "Holy fuck John," I hear someone say softly on the other side of the door. "Would you look at the fucking door."

And I heard a giggle. No, not just one goddammit, at least two, and possibly a whole gaggle of giggles. Well, the shoe was on the other foot now, and I'll be god-dammed if I'm going to let them fucking giggle at my fucking door.

Ah yes, I did feel a rant coming on. And, oh yes, they were going to get the brunt of said rant. Oh, and let me warn you of something right now. Do NOT try this at home. You see, those fuckers on the other side of the door all have little notepads. And one of the things they do with the little fuckers is to write down every-fucking-thing you say at a time like this. Every. Fucking. Thing. And those notes are going to be read out loud in court at your trial. There outta be a law against shit like that.

But hey, rant mode had been engaged. I fired up another cigarette, and stood in front of the door shaking my finger at it. Oh, they may have had their masters degrees in banging and booming, but I had a strict Swedish grandmother, and I have my fucking PhD in finger shaking genetically embedded in me.

"Kick down my door? Kick down my fucking door? That door is a Johnson Specialties* 8 hour fire rated steel clad beauty, with 2 inches of fire-crete™ barrier material, 6mm criss-crossed hardened steel internal supports, with quad dual-throw cross axis throw bolts. There's 8 fucking 3/4 inch hacksaw proof bolts six inches long that secure BOTH fucking sides of the frame/door matings, with drop-forged alloy roll rods free-floating internally to defeat attempts at cutting. There's six fucking heavy duty hinges on your side of the door attached to an 8 inch reinforced steel joist that forms the frame the fucking door is attached to. There are six of those fucking heavy duty roll-pressed hinges because the door alone weighs over 200 fucking kilograms, and they have to fucking support its weigh when it opens. You could spend six hours with sledgehammers and cold chisels peeling the fucking hinges off the door and you still wouldn't be one iota closer to kicking my fucking door down. And note that the fucking hinges are on YOUR FUCKING SIDE of the door. My side of the door has more RSJ I beam, you could hit the fucking thing with a tank and tear the fucking building down and that fucker would still be closed. That fucking door cost me 2200 fucking quid, and right up until now I had buyers remorse thinking maybe I had gone a little over the top with it. But now, now I fucking love that door, and I fucking dare you to even fucking THINK about kick it down!"**

*I made that name up, who the fuck remembers the brand name of a door, eh.

**The rant bit is pretty close to the actual rant. I spent 40 hours in the Kingston police station lockup before being transferred to magistrates court for my first pleading. About 4 hours of that was spent with the 9 constabulary who were hanging around doing their paperwork, and comparing those little notepads so that they could all finish their reports in agreement with each other. Most the time went something like "No, I'm sure he said there were six of those alley foreign rolling tree rods. Hey, Mongoose, was there six of them things, and what the fuck are they?" And I would patiently explain that there was in fact six of them, and they were drop-forged alloy roll rods that were free-floating, that is to say there was a tube within the bolts and these rods were smaller than the tubes, but fucking hard as a fucking diamond nearly. If you managed to cut partway through the bolt, when you got to the rod, you couldn't cut it cause it would just roll back and forth, and you weren't going to chop at or chisel it, cause it was some stupidly high Rockwell number of hardness. I will say one thing though, years later, I assure you that at the Kingston police station, that fucking door is a legend. A fucking legend.

I was taking a breather now, cigarette long since extinguished from the rush of air from my furious finger shaking that had accompanied my rant. There was silence on the other side of the door. I swear I could have heard a pin drop on the carpet outside of it, even through 2 inches of fire-crete™ barrier material.

The gentleman, who I now know was John, he of the booming voice, now said in what I can only describe as a soft, awed tone of voice, "Sir, exactly how much cocaine do you have on the other side of this amazing bleeding door of yours?"

With no booming yelling going on, and feeling a bit bushed myself, I was feeling in a bit more of a conciliatory mood. "Exactly how much, or would approximately suffice?" I responded. Hey, I was buying time trying to think of something to get me out of this shit. Spoiler - I did not buy sufficient time to get me out of this shit.

"Um, approximately would be quite fine, sir."

"OK then. None."

"Oh. What if I'd said exactly, sir?" Goddamn, a sudden attack of non-booming politeness had broken out. Why, that door just paid for itself over and over again.

"Well then, I would have said exactly zero kilograms. To two significant digits. For precision, you know." Pens were scrabbling over pads furiously.

I was getting into the spirit of things now, and asked, "What was the other thing on your warrant, currency, wasn't it?"

"Oh, yes sir. Um, actually it reads currency and negotiable instruments and materials. Stocks, gold, diamonds, those type of things. You understand? Basically anything of value."

Now, I was thinking that maybe that whole 'Basically anything of value bit' was perhaps stretching the language of the warrant a tad, but I was trying to appear cooperative. I spent a few minutes rummaging about, had another cigarette, and pondered my predicament. There was a murmur of voices on the other side of the door. The fucking murmur of a crowd. Just how many of them were out there on the stairs and landing outside my fine door anyways? (Nine it turned-out. Ten counting the dog.)

I'd smoked two cigarettes and had started on my third when there was a tapping on the door. You read that right, tapping. "Are you all right in there sir?"

"Yeah, fine. I'm about ready. Do you guys have something to write with?" They voice assured me they did in fact have smoothing to write with. Oh, if only I'd known.

"Well, OK then, I'll do currency first, and then negotiable instruments and materials, if that's OK with you." They assured me that in fact would be more than acceptable. Now, I had cleverly left out 'Basically anything of value' and they hadn't noticed. Maybe I would get away with this. (Spoiler - no I wouldn't)

"Eleven pounds and forty-two pence." I enunciated slowly, it wouldn't pay to have any confusion at this point in time. I glanced at the torn and worn 5 pound note that had the look and consistency of used Kleenex, and the smattering of coins that I'd pulled from various pockets on my person and pouches on my mac. I wasn't holding anything back from them. "Did you manage to get that, or do you want me to repeat it, or can I move on to negotiable instruments and materials"

"No, that's fine, please do move on."

"OK then. Negotiable instruments and materials then. I've got one, that is to say a lone singleton, of a subway 'buy six, get one free' card, with four, repeat four, stamps on it. I can't say for sure the exact value without a certified appraisal, but as a Subway aficionado, my educated guess would value it with the current number of official sub-club stamps, at approximately 4 pounds and fifty seven pence, give or take a few pence. Um, report complete, uh, sir." Hey, I figured why not return the politeness. Yes, there were nine dedicated officers of the law writing down my every word, and a very confused dog outside my door.

Nobody said anything to me, but I could hear some muttering on the other side of the door. I know I clearly made out "Who the fuck is this guy?" Perfect! My identity was still unknown to them. Things are looking up here. I fired up what I now realized was my last cigarette left in the package. Damn. I doubted they'd be willing to send someone next door to grab me a pack. Fuck.

Fortune favors the bold, and it was time to put an end to this farce, so I plucked up my courage as I put out my last cigarette. "So, I guess that's it then. I suppose you fellows will be off now. Have a nice day. It really has been nice chatting with you."

"Actually sir, we do in fact need to access the premises demised on the warrant, and confirm that accuracy of your statements. Before you respond, let me make it clear that this is not negotiable, and that we will not be leaving until we have gained access. Further to that, if you do not grant us access, not only can you be charged with obstructing peace officers in the performance of their duty, we will be forced to have a team come in here and, however long it takes, dismantle this wonderful door of yours. Believe me, we all agree that it would be a crying shame to harm this door. We've never seen anything quite like it, and that's saying something."

Hey, I know when I'm beat. OK, so maybe not, but it *does* eventually sink in. "OK, but one thing, will you promise me that someone will give me a cigarette when I open the door?" I got a hasty affirmative on that. Score! "Stand back then. This fucker is heavy and gets some momentum, it has a hydraulic assist mechanism to open it, and the last fucking thing I want is to knock some of you down the stairs. Let me know when you are clear of the door swept area."

There was a half minute of shuffling and cursing; the landing at the top of that dim stairway was maybe 5 feet by 4 feet, and nine bodies had to accommodate themselves mostly on the stairs. I got the OK, and opened the door.

As I opened the door, I said, "Welcome, gentlemen, to my hobby cannabis farm." (There was a female constable there, but I never twigged to that until a few minutes later when I was sitting there cuffed, and she brought me the promised cigarette.)

It was like a scene in one of those movies where the light from heaven shines down upon the protagonist. The door to the main flowering room was open, cause I never thought to close it, at that point in time the jig was pretty much up. There were 32 Plantmax DP/LU600 watt High Pressure Sodium discharge bulbs in shiny air-cooled enameled housings, sucking down slightly over 20 kilowatts of power in that room alone, with the area outside the door decorated with 32 gold anodized aluminum high performance electronic ballasts, all blasting out a total of well over 3 million lumens of flowering frequency attuned light. I'd forgot about that 'cause I was wearing a pair of them round welders glass style goggles. When I opened the door it absolutely lit them up like a like, well, a light from heaven. There were nine members of a heavily armed team with body armor and all the accoutrement's standing there trying to shield their eyes. Big John was at the front, and I thought he was going to dislocate his jaw, it dropped so fast. I stood there in wonderment staring a nine, now blind police blocking the stairs.

I went over to the emergency kill Big Red Button, and killed the power. HPS lights don't just turn off, so it looked pretty eerie as they ran down the spectrum in their cooling cycle. a 300 cfm radial fans for drawing cooling air for each light hood, and a half dozen 12 inch 3200 cfm fans for cycle and carbon filter flow, all located in the attic, began to spin down for the next minute or so. The fans were all acoustically insulated, but when the stopped you noticed that lack of a droning sound that you never noticed while they were running. For the next minute or so, nobody said a word. Big John was grasping for a handhold, so I grabbed him and guided him in and set him on the floor. It was going to be ten minutes before the spots in his eyes faded enough for him to walk, he got the brunt of it.

Finally, all you could hear was the creaking and clicking of the light fixtures as they cooled. Not a word had been spoken for five minutes, as everyone regained their equilibrium. Finally, one of the officers by the door said, "Holy fuck. Holy bleeding fuck. Holy fuck." Then one of them said to me, damn politely I might add, "Um, I'm very sorry sir, but we are going to have to place you under arrest, for, um, well under arrest."

I sat there with those damned uncomfortable irons they use in the UK, big, heavy things with a solid steel bar that holds one hand 8 inches above the other, for two hours while every member of any police station within a 20 mile radius trekked in and about my grow. The nice lady brought me cigarettes without saying a word, as I chain smoked and sat there, pretty fucking stunned myself. Fucking cocaine and currency? What the actual fuck?

The police dog was broken. He had been close to the door, and his handler spent close to half an hour reassuring the poor thing. This wasn't a big, mean-ass German shepherd, it was some type of terrier, and cuter than shit, and for a while blind as a bat. He came over and said he was pleased to meet me, but he was going to take his charge home for the day, and another handler would come by with a dog to go through the place. I looked at him like he had two heads, and kinda nodded to the pretty fucking obvious plants filling the space, without saying a word. He laughed and explained that his charge wasn't a drug dog, it was in fact trained to sniff out currency, that while he personally believed that the declared eleven pounds and forty-two pence I had declared was in fact the extent of the currency on the premises, they were required to have to dog perform a search to confirm. OK then. Nice guy, cool dog. I felt bad.

When I went downstairs to be taken to the police station, there was Choy, the namesake of the place in handcuffs, along with the confused operators who rented the restaurant from him, a handful of Chinese cooks. All in handcuffs, and they'd been that way since the whole thing started. Boy, did they all look confused when I came out, cuffed, goggles around my neck and surrounded by the eight remaining officers who had been stationed on the stairs. There were police cars, trucks and vans overflowing the parking lot, and parked on the sidewalks up and down the street. There must have been 50 cops milling about, coming or going, everyone wanting to see 'The Room'.

It turns out Choy was dealing a little coke on the side, and got busted with around 1/2 oz. in his car. When they searched his house, they found a 1/2 kilo or so more, and a veritable cornucopia of other drugs. 2 oz of mescaline. 2 kg brick of speed paste. A few ounces of weed. A few dozen tabs of X, and a few other minor things I can't recall. On his desk they found paperwork and notes, and on it he had things like; restaurant, 600,000 GBP, 18yar, 16,500, etc. The wizards that did the search ciphered the numbers out to mean there was 600k GBP there, or 18 bricks of coke at 16,500 profit each, way more in total, etc., when they got the warrant for where I was. Turns out Choy was calculating how much he'd get if he sold the building for 600k, and took back a mortgage on it for 18 years paying 16,500/quarter in principle, etc., etc. So because Choy was careless, and some over-zealous keener mis-interpreted the numbers, (I'm betting they never even asked Choy) I got the pleasure of having my hard work seized. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Plus, added bonus, jail time.

When I left Surbiton police station, I was transported to Kingston Magistrates Court for initial plea. In the UK, you can get 1/3 off your sentence, if, and only if, you plead guilty at the earliest opportunity. No plea or not guilty that first visit knocks that off the table. I was looking at 5 to 15 years, and even in my wildest dreams did I see any chance of a not guilty plea to cultivation of cannabis charges was going to work. Fifty fucking years of never getting speeding tickets, or in bar fights, or coming on the radar criminally was down the tubes. Thirty years in the cannabis biz had made me very careful, and another mans stupidity and dumb fucking luck had caught up with me. When my case was called, I said I was pretty fucking much going to plead guilty to all charges. A gavel was banged, and I was whisked out of court. Because of the severity of my crimes, or sentence at least, bail was not an option. As a holder of a Canadian passport, I was an automatic risk of flight or escape, coupled with the possible 15 years I was facing, medium security was out of the question.

I went directly from court to Wandsworth prison, pretty much a hellhole, but hey, now it was my hellhole. When I left, most the inmates in my wing, and 1/2 the guards knew more about how to cultivate cannabis than they'd ever imagined they would. I had fun teaching that shit, and I was 'That guy with that incredible grow above the Chinese restaurant,' to inmates and staff alike. I did my time without any problems or trouble in there, which looking back where I was and the reputation the place has frankly surprises even me.

A nice judge who took the time to examine my activist background, and who understood that some sick people need cannabis, and need cannabis grown in sterile conditions, had my case. He understood that a speck of mold, or a mite infestation could be deadly serious to the people who needed what I was growing. The prosecution went on and on about how it was the most sophisticated cannabis grow operation pretty much anyone had ever seen, and that required additional penalty, and said that combined with the 3.5 million GBP a year the main room alone would have produced, they were pushing for 22 years. My defense argued that no one growing for the money would have spent the ridiculous amounts of time, money and effort building an operating-room level of cleanliness and sterility in a commercial grow. Commercial grows don't have triple hepa filters, and operating room rated UV ambient air sterilizers, and airlocks into the main grow area, and they sure as shit don't have glazed quarry tile floors and walls to minimize contamination. And on, and on.

The judge really was cooler than shit, and solidly on my side. On several occasions we adjourned for a few days, because the judge had been doing some research, and found something that he really thought that defense counsel should consider presenting in my defense. By the time my case was finally completed, the prosecution was whipped.

When my sentencing hearings were finally over, the judge started off by giving me the minimum allowed under guidelines. I got the full 1/3 reduction allowed for pleading guilty early. He then clawed back another year for special circumstances, which he meticulously detailed his reasoning for. He then lopped off another six months, which he argued he was allowed to do under arcane guidelines he'd researched just for my sentencing. We broke for lunch, he'd been 'passing sentence' on me for three hours by now. After lunch, I thought it was all over but the final banging of the gavel. Nope. He had more extraordinary pronouncements in mind. It was within his power to suspend a year less a day of my sentence, and he was going to do so. Because it was so unusual, he wanted to put his reasoning on the record in full, so that, he hoped, the Criminal Prosecution Service would make no attempts to appeal his ruling. If they did, he wanted his complete thought process and reasoning read into the record. He then went on and said some of the nicest things about me that I have ever heard, never mind even thought of. He had me, the gallery, and I swear to Christ I'm sure the prosecutor in tears by the time he was done. Goddamn, did I ever fucking luck out drawing him to sentence me.

And the CPS took it in stride and let it go.

Who am I kidding. When I got out of jail, they had my (now expired) passport and said I had to come in person to pick it up. I needed it to get a new passport, so reluctantly went down to the Kingston CPS office at the police station to pick it up. They arrested me and I was locked up in the Immigration Detention Center (Like a hotel, locked in cells from 11pm to 6 am. Free reign of the place the rest of the time. Pool tables, recreation, library, coffee shop, huge exercise yard, 3 *decent* meals a day.) You can leave anytime you like, just let a member of staff know. You have to leave the country and never come back, though. I've stayed in worse hotels, and that kept me tied up for another few months until finally a reasonable judge cottoned on to what the CPS was doing, and bailed me for the princely sum of 100 pounds sterling.

Because everything was a result of my actions, my decisions, I never reached out to anyone. Folks have their own problems, and asking for sympathy or support was never my style. Pay your money, take the ride. Getting fucked and bounced to immigration likely tickled the CPS folks pink, but I just slogged on working my way through the convoluted system until I managed to get free of it. It's not that I even *wanted* to stay in the UK, it was that I was under no goddamn circumstances going to be kicked out. If I leave, I'm doing it by my choice and under my own power.

Now, you're probably wondering why you had to read all this.

Blame it on Haxxie. (Now Jesús Malverde here, for all you newbs)

Haxxie wasn't being malicious, but rather was operating without all the information, and filled in the blanks from rumor and innuendo. Hey, that shit happens.

But the result was folks like Moustache come here for information, and get a skewed view of an alternate reality. The altered reality said nope, Mongoose was never in prison, it was all a ruse while he was in reality Architecting away at you know which project. Hey, Munchy sent him a letter addressed to Wandsworth Prison, and they sent it back, case fucking closed.

If only there was some type of computational facility that you could, I dunno, type inquiries into, and get relevant responses to your questions. Say, 'how do I write to an inmate in the UK'. First off you'd discover that an inmate in the UK has the right to privacy. That's right. They are NOT allowed to tell you shit about an inmate, or they'd be breaching your basic human rights. When I was in Wandsworth, mail rules were simple. If, and only if, they had your prisoner number, and the correct facility on the address, would the mail be forwarded to the inmate. Newer, slightly loose guidelines are at https://www.gov.uk/find-prisoner" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Use the Prisoner Location Service to find people in prison when you don’t know which prison they are in.

The prisoner must give their permission for their information to be shared, unless you belong to certain organizations such as the police or a solicitors’ firm.

Prisoner Location Service
PO Box 2152
Birmingham
B15 1SD

You must include:

your name, or the organization you represent
your date of birth
your address including postcode
name of the person you want to find
the reason you want to find them eg. you’re their solicitor, or a family member
any other names they may have used
their date of birth

So I do feel really bad that my good buddy Munchy heard about my incarceration and took the time to reach out and write to me. I had zero fucking clue that anyone even knew, and certainly never got any mail. Would have been fucking thrilled to pieces to have gotten a letter from him.

But because I didn't hear from him and he didn't get any answer at all, it started a bad precedent, rumors began replacing facts.

So, with Munchy's letter being returned, Haxxie had all the proof he needed, and when the opportunities presented themselves, off he went... After all, it is fun to spin wild and crazy speculations.

Sept 11 from Haxxie.
His Bangkok Airways account was also hacked, an account using the name Roger Clarke, another old alias for PoM.

Dude, my name *is* Roger Thomas Clark. I go by Thomas, but airlines, hey, their regs say First Name / Last Name only. That translates into Haxxie uncovering yet another alias for PoM. Woo hoo, eh. Oh hey - are you sure that BKK Air account was spelled Clarke? Ain't no 'e' on the end of my name on my passport. That's REAL important, and I'll tell ya' why. I bought a ticket on time at an agents, and when I got to the airport, my name was spelled Clarh. With an 'h', not a 'k'. On the cheap ass dot matrix receipt and itinerary I had, you couldn't tell the difference. No way could they let me on the plane. If info did not match exactly, no way, no how. Non-refundable ticket, I had to buy another one, on the spot, or not get on the flight. So I had someone call BKK Air today to ask what would happen if their Frequent Fl yer account and real name on passport had a bogus letter in it. Could not happen, no way to credit a flight to an account or vice versa that did not match exactly to the ticket/passport/account info. Just sayin, is all. Check on that 'e' would ya. Yeah right, forget it, you can't even fucking google 'Mailing prisoners in the UK', who am I kidding.

Sept 11 from Haxxie.
This also means whomever posted that Clark was in a prison in England for grow charges was probably doing deliberate misdirection and was most likely PoM himself trying to cover his tracks. Too bad about him apparently being a DEA informant

So because Haxxie can't use Google, I'm now branded a DEA informant.

Sept 15 from Haxxie
Should I post that photo of Mr. Clark again? He's DEA, I mean c'mon. Why do we want to protect his identity at this point?

Haxxie used to scream on PG that anyone who even threatened to post anyone's personal info should be banned for life. Now he wants to posts a photo of me - again, he's apparently already done it at last once, as I'm DEA, so fucking there.

Sept 15 from Haxxie
OK fine, we'll protect him even though it's become (more) obvious he's a DEA asset. I appreciate the motivation for categorically not outing him or anyone else, but I wasn't sure that extended to protecting known DEA plants.

My, my Haxxie, really getting nasty now, aren't you. Funny thing is, last I was here posting with you I never got any of this rancor. You *sure* you're really the Haxxie I used to know? Because, damn boy...

Fuck, I really can't do this anymore. He assures everyone that varietyjones.com is my site, cause he's like, in the know, you know. Jesus titty-fucking Christ Haxxie.

I am dissapoint.

Now I was going to continue on with the bullshit you've fed Moustache that I read in his 'old guard' bit the other day. Damn fine piece of writing, and obviously a large portion of it came from you and your alt handles.

I was going to go through that piece line by line, and skip back here and destroy every little bit of that bullshit, line by line. Threatened and blackmailed Gypsy Nirvana, threatened to out breeders and growers, etc., etc.

Yet the short version was that fucking Shipperke and rezdog and lots of others were taking blank fucking money orders that Gypsy was stealing from his company, and his business partner, and using them to launder his ill gotten gains. Gypsy had control of the website and changed the mailing addy, and left instructions that payment by blank money orders only were allowed. 'Cause he was still getting some payable to Gypsy Nirvana, he legally changed his name to Gypsy Nirvana, and took those money orders to Amsterdam to put in his personal account. And on. And on...

But because I tried to warn Ship and rez, I'm a fucking blackmailer?

OK, where's rez now? Oh yeah, got busted along with Dutchgrown, and then rolled on Gypsy. How did he roll on Gypsy? Well, he turned over those blank money orders Gypsy sent him for payment for seeds to the feds, opening the fucking door to Gypsy now facing charges for conspiracy to launder monetary instruments, or you know, blank fucking money orders taken without color or right from a company he only partially owned and laundered them with DG and rez in the fucking USA. Ding ding ding, what have all these fine folks won here, Gene?

Gene: "What we have here is a karmic masterpiece of villainy, betrayal, and incarceration for all the players involved in the blank money order scam. They will each receive room and board as guests of the government or a for-profit prison corporation for the full term of their federal sentences"

Ahem.

<clears throat, my that's a tough voice to imitate>

Then there's the whole 'Mongoose and Gypsy's ex tried to wrest control of the company from him, but Gypsy went to court and won!'

Well, OK this one DOES actually look like that's what happened, and that Gypsy won.

This one yer all going to have to do some thinking for yourselves on. Keep in mind I'm going to spend the next week or more confabbing with Moustache, and while much won't be for public consumption, much will. He can of course post anything he wants, but I trust him to follow my wishes and let me deal with this whole NY thing before he releases a good portion of our talks.

Anyways, Gypsy Nirvana Ltd was a shell of a company. Gypsy had stolen all the income producing assets, and left his ex with the liabilities. As a co-director, she was equally responsible for his illegal acts. UK directors are criminally liable for a UK company's criminal acts, and her saying, but he was mean to me and did all this shit and I couldn't stop him, well, won't wash in front of a judge. Worse, Gypsy KNEW this, and taunted that he wasn't even in the country anymore, and when the shit hit the fan, he'd dance with glee watching her to to jail. I'm not even kidding, that's just who he is. Check out the Gypsy Fury vids where he has Teflon in fear for his life. That wasn't anyone fucking acting, that was Gypsy getting off on having someone in fear for their life from him. He's done that shit, a lot, but being rich, he buys off his trouble, or threatens your friends and family, etc. I'm a pacifist, but I'd even consider taking a day off from that for a shot at him.

Anyways.

Because the company was 50/50, both parties have to agree to even wind it up. And the liabilities there were, and are, astounding. Inland Revenue currently wants some 15 million GBP from the company, and Gypsy's ass if he steps foot in the UK. Then they'll extradite him to the US.

But I'm ahead of myself, where was I. Oh yeah, Gypsy beat me and his ex in court.

Here's what happened...

Briefly, I promise.

One day I woke up and said hey, I know how to get Gypsy's ex (and my ex too, btw, but I still love her, and this was a GREAT fucking plan) free of the liabilities he was, and still is for that matter, for the company. On the weekend of 4/20, the company held an extraordinary meeting of the directors. As one of the directors wasn't there, and had in fact been absent for six consecutive meetings (I spent two months studying arcane UK company law to set this fucking train in motion) a motion was carried and passed to replace Mr. Nirvana as company director, and I stepped into the role. (There's literally a hundred pages of court pleadings that argue how this was legal. I wrote 'em, I know)

Then free of the directorship of the company, she then transferred her shares in the company to me! Woo hoo, I am now liable for the years and years of criminal acts that dickhead had been, and still was up to in the name of the company. How fucked am I. My lawyer suggested I just shoot myself, and that there was a good chance I'd end up doing time for tax fraud if I had to sign an annual report. Fuck me, eh.

So then I, and Gene Barker, and a few other confidants came over to PG, and rubbed GNs nose in the fact that he was now partners with his worst enemy, and to add insult to injury, I was president, the accountant Peter Jones (no relation to Variety. Really. Make a note of that, Moustache) a super nice, now retired guy, took on the very fucking risky role of director. Gypsy was just a shareholder now, too bad boo boo.

Well fuck, I don't fish, but I can only imagine what it must be like to hook a 140 lb. marlin for a six hour fight to the finish. Goddamn if I didn't hook myself a 240 lb. roid raging Gypsy, and this fight was gonna take a lot longer than six hours. The game was afoot.

Now, Gene Barker, and FAQJack, and a few others and I did kinda take advantage of Planet Ganja for this to play out. Oh, it was a level playing field... Old Pink and rezdog and Gypsy and DutchGrown could all come to PG and post, uncensored. But so could we. They hate that, so they held court at ICMag (which belonged to Gypsy Nirvana Ltd -- it was actually smokes that caught the day he moved it to himself. Poof, instant ownership change. He could have been charged criminally, but his ex would not, under any circumstances, cooperate with the authorities against him. Fuck me, he was so lucky she's such a sweetheart.

Eventually, Gypsy got me served to go to court, and then the fun REALLY began. He's got this high powered law firm. They show up with a solicitor, three barristers, three articling members, and I shit you not, TWO hulking guys in suits who's only job is to wheel about their hand-trucks full of documents. And this was at the first meeting in Chambers of the Chancery High Court. That's the highest civil court in the country, and the front doors are 30 feet high, and the lobby 70 feet high. Impressive fucking building. We'd all end up spending 25+ days in there, over the course of Gypsy suing me to try and get me out of the company, and wrest control of the position of president back for himself.

Oh, on 'our' side.

Me. I spent a few months reading up on UK corporate law, and much to the chagrin of everyone, convinced the Master in Chambers that I had what it would take to take on the behemoth law firm and their gaggle of high paid professionals. I'm pretty sure the Master in Chambers knew what I was up to, but he never gave out any hint, and rode me like a three dollar whore whenever I was in there.

Now, the sharper ones of you out there already know how this turns out.

Finally after months of effort on both sides, and thousands of hours of wrangling, we're going to be going to the High Courts of Justice, and argue in Chancery Court, in that big old famous building, in the highest court in the land, the very home of civil procedure. Some lawyers work for decades to get here. Fucking Gypsy dragged me in. Thoughtful of him, damn nice, I really did get a lump in my throat when I walked in to start arguing, on my first day in court as solicitor ad some Latin term, or some such title. Basically it means in the eyes of the court, I'm on equal footing with the powdered and posh dandy's I'm up against. BTW, they really do wear them funny wigs over there.

The Master in Chambers we'd all been dealing with is really the guy in charge. As we negotiate towards going to court, each side makes applications, or requests rulings from him. When the matter is in front of a judge, and the judge has any questions as to procedure or primacy, he consults the masters notes. The judge cannot over-rule the Master. What he has already decided, is law in the courtroom.

Now, before anyone can testify in Chancery Court, they have to submit a precis, or statement covering the germane issues to which they will be testifying. Witnesses cannot 'surprise' the other side with statements that weren't already covered in witness statements. The opposition can grill the witness not just on what they testify to, but anything and everything that's in their witness statement. They are super important documents, and they are crafted with a close eye, and a helluva lot of expensive legal talent, ensuring they are 'just right' before they are signed off on.

Now, normally a Master tells each side they have until X deadline to get all their witness statements to the other side. Now, Gypsy's lawyers loved to tell the Master that I was a crafty and conniving individual. They insisted that he rule not that we had to exchange by a certain date, but ON that date. The next Chambers, they insist on tightening it even more.

They wanted a ruling that allowed a one hour time-frame on the date. Between one and two PM. If more was allowed, they argued that if their's was delivered to me at one, I'd have an army of folks pour over them, looking for any advantage. I would then craft portions of my witness statements to take advantage of my advance knowledge. I was truly a mad genius, and could in a few short hours wrest a totally unfair advantage.

The Master then asked me if I was, in fact, a mad genius.

Well shit, nobody likes the hard questions.

Gotta say I was speechless, and that doesn't happen very often. Now, after about the third Masters Chambers, the Master got tired of the fairly small chambers being packed. Huge lawsuits went forward with maybe six or eight people at a time in total, maximum. On the third Chambers, they showed up with 15. The Master lost his shit. 10 was to be their maximum, period. This was getting to be like the keystone cops, and he Would. Not. Have. That. Ten. Period. Is. That. Clear.

It was, so I was facing a relatively small opposition that day. So, I said...

Master, as you know there are normally ten of them here, and only me on this side. I really do think this is terribly unfair. However, you have made it clear they can't bring in more people to even things up, so I think I should be gracious and offer them any small advantage they think they are going to need to proceed. I will be fine with agreeing to a one hour window, on a day thirty days prior to the commencement of proceedings. I bowed, and sat down. Goddamn, I do love the law.

And I was getting on more familiar territory, to boot! Now this was gonna be like some kind of big-ass drug deal. Two guys with briefcases, eyeing each other up, men in dark pin stripe suits standing behind them. You can't let hold of your briefcase until the other side until you have a firm grip on his. Booya! Yep, I can live with that, for sure.

45 days to court. The final Meeting in Chambers. The Master is uncharacteristically cheerful today, perhaps he got laid last night. (The visual was not good, short, hunched and balding in his 70's, with a tendency to drool a bit from one side of his mouth when concentrating on reading.) The matter was cleared up immediately. He was thrilled to inform us that this was indeed, our last scheduled Chambers before we go to court. His joy was the knowledge that his Chambers would not be packed like a clown car in the foreseeable future, and please do not take offense, but he is pleased as punch to be seeing the back of us today. Then he got down to business.

There are stacks of binders on his desk, six piles of them. 4 binders per file, each binder about 3 inches thick, with a smaller 1 inch binder on the top. As the Master in Chambers takes a slim binder off the top of one of the stacks, he begins to explain the index, and it dawns on me. Somewhere in all these Chambers, they had inisted on Masters Lists in Full, or something to that effect. Everything we'd discussed, argued, agreed or disagreed about was in there. From the Masters notes he was making all the time. I was in awe. The dog and pony show had bunches and bunches of questions. Where was the agreement on scope? The Master would grab a book in front of him facing upside down to him, rightside up to us, and flip it over to the middle somewhere, and run his finger down the edge tabs, saying "Right around page 120 or so, just before the appeals allowable on rebuttals for cross examination section, it's about two paragraphs in."

Now I know there is an army of troll clerks under the law courts that slave away producing endless scads of documents, so I certainly didn't think the guy typed them himself. But there was 800 pages of fairly complex positions laid out in those binders, and he knew what and where everything was. One of their stuffed shirts would start a question, and then have to refer to notes or confer to determine exactly what they wanted to ask, while the Master made come on gestures, clearly frustrated at waiting on their questions. When they finally choked it out, he'd pounce on a binder and in seconds flip unerringly to the section in question, the re-iterate what it said, and without bothering to read it, just point to it for the sake of the other party. I had no doubt that the Master in Chambers had a better idea of the nuances of the case than all of us combined, and god only knows how many cases he juggles at a time. We all got up to leave as I grabbed my set of notes. When next I saw a pack of 'em, we were going to be in fucking High Chancery whatever place with the big doors and shit, what the fuck do I think I'm doing here. Somewhere today I'd lost my cocky edge, out of the blue, with no warning whatsoever, and I think I may have started to have a panic attack. Goddammit!


To be continued, eh........



(edited in a fit of raging perfectionism to remove extraneous " UK dire" and fix spacing)

Excellent. I look forward to reading the next installment.

TLDR; for those who need it:

*Some stuff about being busted for growing weed - being in prison is a good alibi if you want to deny involvement in Silk Road - and then there's a few bits on the Overgrow drama and Gypsy et al that no-one cares about but it's a setting the record straight thing for those who so cruelly tarnished Pom's internet rep. For our info: Pom took over Gypsy's company from Nicky 'cause he was in love and shit and the move was purely altruistic to help her.

Main points:

*His full name is Roger Thomas Clark, but he goes by his middle name Thomas. There was some confusion about this after Motherboard hacked his emails under the guise of investigative journalism.
*He's talking to La Moustache extensively this week and once he's in NYC Moustache is at liberty to post what he likes from this exchange. Hopefully he'll just post the lot.
*Vague denials about being involved in SR, and being its architect, which of course is to be expected. In the words of Mandy Rice-Davies, Well he would. Wouldn't he.

Pom doesn't reference SR directly, no doubt going on legal advice. Given that Ulbricht's been handed a pine box sentence and there's a love of conspiracy charges in the US, meaning every defendant in a criminal case is charged with the exact same crimes, admitting online that you were the creator of Silk Road's secret mentor is a bad fucking idea.

..... hey PoM, FYI, the new place is hidden away (in plain view!) in Appalachia.

Don't forget to turn off your cell phone and put it away in one of those 'special' pouches first.

Dammit, dammit, dammit!!!

That flea-bittin bastard has gone and done it again!!!

ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

Finish the damned "gypsy won trial thing", PLEASE!!!

Dammit all.

Someone have a link for "the claw" ???

Plural of Mongoose wrote: Now, you're probably wondering why you had to read all this.

Blame it on Haxxie. (Now Jesús Malverde here, for all you newbs)

Haxxie wasn't being malicious, but rather was operating without all the information, and filled in the blanks from rumor and innuendo. Hey, that shit happens.

But the result was folks like Moustache come here for information, and get a skewed view of an alternate reality. The altered reality said nope, Mongoose was never in prison, it was all a ruse while he was in reality Architecting away at you know which project. Hey, Munchy sent him a letter addressed to Wandsworth Prison, and they sent it back, case fucking closed.

If only there was some type of computational facility that you could, I dunno, type inquiries into, and get relevant responses to your questions. Say, 'how do I write to an inmate in the UK'. First off you'd discover that an inmate in the UK has the right to privacy. That's right. They are NOT allowed to tell you shit about an inmate, or they'd be breaching your basic human rights. When I was in Wandsworth, mail rules were simple. If, and only if, they had your prisoner number, and the correct facility on the address, would the mail be forwarded to the inmate. Newer, slightly loose guidelines are at https://www.gov.uk/find-prisoner" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Use the Prisoner Location Service to find people in prison when you don’t know which prison they are in.

The prisoner must give their permission for their information to be shared, unless you belong to certain organizations such as the police or a solicitors’ firm.

Prisoner Location Service
PO Box 2152
Birmingham
B15 1SD

You must include:

your name, or the organization you represent
your date of birth
your address including postcode
name of the person you want to find
the reason you want to find them eg. you’re their solicitor, or a family member
any other names they may have used
their date of birth

So I do feel really bad that my good buddy Munchy heard about my incarceration and took the time to reach out and write to me. I had zero fucking clue that anyone even knew, and certainly never got any mail. Would have been fucking thrilled to pieces to have gotten a letter from him.

But because I didn't hear from him and he didn't get any answer at all, it started a bad precedent, rumors began replacing facts.

So, with Munchy's letter being returned, Haxxie had all the proof he needed, and when the opportunities presented themselves, off he went... After all, it is fun to spin wild and crazy speculations.

Sept 11 from Haxxie.
His Bangkok Airways account was also hacked, an account using the name Roger Clarke, another old alias for PoM.

Dude, my name *is* Roger Thomas Clark. I go by Thomas, but airlines, hey, their regs say First Name / Last Name only. That translates into Haxxie uncovering yet another alias for PoM. Woo hoo, eh. Oh hey - are you sure that BKK Air account was spelled Clarke? Ain't no 'e' on the end of my name on my passport. That's REAL important, and I'll tell ya' why. I bought a ticket on time at an agents, and when I got to the airport, my name was spelled Clarh. With an 'h', not a 'k'. On the cheap ass dot matrix receipt and itinerary I had, you couldn't tell the difference. No way could they let me on the plane. If info did not match exactly, no way, no how. Non-refundable ticket, I had to buy another one, on the spot, or not get on the flight. So I had someone call BKK Air today to ask what would happen if their Frequent Fl yer account and real name on passport had a bogus letter in it. Could not happen, no way to credit a flight to an account or vice versa that did not match exactly to the ticket/passport/account info. Just sayin, is all. Check on that 'e' would ya. Yeah right, forget it, you can't even fucking google 'Mailing prisoners in the UK', who am I kidding.

Sept 11 from Haxxie.
This also means whomever posted that Clark was in a prison in England for grow charges was probably doing deliberate misdirection and was most likely PoM himself trying to cover his tracks. Too bad about him apparently being a DEA informant

So because Haxxie can't use Google, I'm now branded a DEA informant.

Sept 15 from Haxxie
Should I post that photo of Mr. Clark again? He's DEA, I mean c'mon. Why do we want to protect his identity at this point?

Haxxie used to scream on PG that anyone who even threatened to post anyone's personal info should be banned for life. Now he wants to posts a photo of me - again, he's apparently already done it at last once, as I'm DEA, so fucking there.

Sept 15 from Haxxie
OK fine, we'll protect him even though it's become (more) obvious he's a DEA asset. I appreciate the motivation for categorically not outing him or anyone else, but I wasn't sure that extended to protecting known DEA plants.

My, my Haxxie, really getting nasty now, aren't you. Funny thing is, last I was here posting with you I never got any of this rancor. You *sure* you're really the Haxxie I used to know? Because, damn boy...

Fuck, I really can't do this anymore. He assures everyone that varietyjones.com is my site, cause he's like, in the know, you know. Jesus titty-fucking Christ Haxxie.

I am dissapoint.

This more or less demands a response. From the top:

OK, I did reach the point in the procedure to contact a prisoner you cite in order to attempt to verify or refute the post by "News" (interestingly identified by Smokes as probably being your old nemesis Glyndwr himself http://www.myplanetganja.com/viewtopic. ... 30#p140781" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false; ) here of your unfortunate incarceration. The post in question placing you at Wandsworth circa August 2011 can be read here: http://www.myplanetganja.com/viewtopic. ... 30#p140778" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false; At that point I hit a brick wall, as I've no idea whatever what your birthdate might be, besides facing the other rather probing personal questions to be navigated as a prerequisite to direct communication. Now if you were definitively in the pokey in August 2011 and had been for some considerable time as was reported, this appears to be a pretty strong alibi vs. charges you were the person who registered the Variety Jones and ~Shabang~ accounts at the SR forum. I'm going to assume that whomever registered the VJ account at SR was in all likelihood the same person that registered the ~S account given the timing.

27/06/2011 - ~Shabang~ registers an account on Silk Road forum.
27/06/2011 - Variety Jones creates an account on Silk Road forum.

Not a perfect, airtight alibi, but enough to throw considerable doubt on the matter for sure. I'd certainly accept it as such.

Whomever registered the VJ account at SR went on to list voluminous seed sales posted from the UK and later became a confidant of Ross. You probably would know the person selling seeds under the VJ handle based on your years in the legal UK seed trade. Can we stipulate this much at this point? That person went on plausibly to adopt your public persona with impressive sophistication, right down to impersonating almost every detail of your writing style--not only publicly but in private chat sessions with Ross, even at one point tossing down a trail of breadcrumbs leading to your doorstep by invoking your PoM alias and posting up a complete short story in the Sci-Fi idiom:

*** I smoke a joint and wrote this in about 30 minutes. I haven't read it myself, nor proofed it for error or content. I hope someone enjoys reading it. ***


Darren squirmed in the custon molded Road Chair, struggling, and failing, to find a comfortable position.

"Goddmmit!" he thought.

"Why does Grant always call in sick on Thursdays, the lazy bastard. He knows I had a date tonight." Darren muttered.

But even while he was muttering, he kept a close eye on the readings on the screens around him. This was a family business, and Darren was minding the complex web of constant flowing transactions that were his families lifeblood.

There!

A new order had burbled up on the main screen, a freighter in the asteroid belts wanted a couple of tonnes of cannabis. He wiggled his fingers in the data-web control, and brought up the potential clients history. It was a C class freighter, fairly new to the business with only a couple of 11 months runs out to Io, and a few smaller local hops around the belt to its credit.

He continued to tease more information out of the data-web with his right hand, while at the same time his left hand unconciously called up inventory and shipping manifests from his suppliers, cross-referencing them with requirement forecasts for the week. 2 tonnes wasn't a large order for a belter ship, by any means, but if he fucked this up, it would wipe out the profits for the day; and it had been a long day.

Sighing, he bagan calculating the drop-shipping routes that he'd need if he accepted the contract. While doing this he kept his eyes on the tertiary screens, sending out confirmation notices for smaller orders, answering client inquiries about stock availability, and performing dozens of other simple tasks that almost seemed meaningless. Meaningless, that is, unless you fucked up one of them.

He shivered in the Road Chair, considering for a moment what would happen if he fucked up some minor detail, and it came back to haunt the business later. Grant would laugh at him, and Dad would lecture him for hours.

And Grampa Jones. Grampa Jones would be fucking livid.

"Livid about what?" said the voice of Grampa Jones, behind him.

Darren froze for a microsecond. Goddammit, he must have been talking out loud. Just as quickly, he recovered, glad that he hadn't jumped, or shown outward signs of his surprise. Goddam, but Grampa Jones could sure sneak up on you quick, for an old guy.

"If we get scammed by this freighter," Darren said, nodding in the direction of the screen with the potential order flashing on it. "That would wipe out our profits for a day or two. But, if we don't take orders from newer clients, we'll never build up our business."

He confidently reached out and tapped the confirmation button, initiating the transaction and beaming a sub-ether message to the freighter captain that the order had been accepted and was processing.

"I was just think aloud, I'd already decided to accept the order."

Grampa Jones glanced at the details around the order, and nodded his aquiescience that Darren had made the right decision, this time. He slipped into the Road Chair beside him, and took in all the screens with a deep intensity that told Darren he was critically examining not just the current order he'd just accepted, but all the little tasks that he had been performing as well. Darren tried not to act nervous as Grampa Jones snorted and tsk'd and harrumph'd as he examined the days work.

Darren watched the old man out of the corner of his eye, hoping against hope that the old man didn't find some error he'd made, or problem that he hadn't sorted out yet. He relaxed as Grampa Jones sat back with a satisfied exhalation, his bones creaking as he strecthed his legs and made himself comfortable.

Grampa Jones wasn't just old, he was OLD, in capital letters. He was old when the rejuvination drugs were first discovered, and while they extended his life, he still aged, albeit slower. Rumor was he was over 300 years old, that was before they even had regular space travel! But his brain was still sharp as a tack, and he reached out and tapped the top of the screen, where Darrens operator name was.

And beside his name, was a '(98)' in big, bold, bright green letters.

"Ninety-eight, eh." Grampa Jones leaned forward, as if to confirm that yes, his eyes did not deceive him, his grandson's operator name was indeed 'Darren Jones(98)', and it wasn't a smear on the screen making a 'Darren Jones(100)' just look like a 'Darren Jones(98)' in fact.

"Ninety-eight." He said again, as if he was worried that Darren didn't hear him the first time.

Goddammit, Darren thought, it wasn't my fault. Or, more accurately, it wasn't ALL my fault. He'd got in a shipment that was a lower quality than he expected, and sent it out broken up in a couple of orders before he realized the problem. Things snowballed from there, there were a couple of complaints, and Darren was sure more than one of them was from his competion, smelling blood in the water, and hurrying to assist in assinating his character.But he knew better than to bitch to Grampa Jones about it. He knew *exactly* what he would say if he did. He'd say, "It is what it is. And what it is, is a ninety-eight."

Goddamit, this is going to be a long double shift if Grampa Jones starts to lecture me on my (98).

Grampa Jones, or more formally, 'Dr. V. Jones(100)' as everyone knew him for centuries, was a stickler about the family reputation. When Darren was young, he remembered asking him what the V. stood for. Grampa Jones laughed, and said that over the years, it has stood for a variety of things, and left it at that. One thing Darren knew for sure though, was while Grampa Jones may have changed his first name a few times, that (100) after his name was sancrosanct.

As the silence lengthened, Darren thought he could still hear the words 'ninety-eight' echoing off the walls. Goddammit, why couldn't this visit have happened 3 weeks ago, when the screen had a bright and cheerful 'Darren Jones(100)' on it. Or if Grant hadn't called in sick tonight. Or if that asshole hadn't slipped some moldy cannabis in that shipment. Or, or, or... Darren could feel the blood rushing to his face, as that (98) seemed to absolutely shine like a beacon on the screen.

He sensed the old man leaning forward next to him, and prepared himself for a tongue lashing. But instead of the invective he was expecting, Grampa Jones said, "I remember my first ninety-seven."

Darren froze.

For a full 30 seconds, Darren sat in the Road Chair, absolutely motionless.

His grandfather sat beside him, pulling out his stash pouch and began rolling a joint. Smoking cannabis while working the Road Chair wasn't allowed, but there wasn't anyone alive who was going to tell Dr. V. Jones(100), what the hell he could and couldn't do, Darren knew.

Darren was still sat there, shocked still, when Grampa Jones indicated one of the customer inquiry screens, and said, "So, you going to just sit there, or are you going to respond to those folks."

Goddammit!

Darren jolted into action, fielding the questions now scrolling off the bottom of the screen, juggling the tasks of dispatching orders, sending confirmations, answering questions, ordering new stock, and the 1001 and one other things required of a good Road operator.

30 seconds might not seem like a long time, but Darren knew that folks on the sub-ether communication net acted as if you had nothing in the world to do but deal with their problems and questions, as did the suppliers, shippers, and everyone else who worked or used the Road.

And Grampa Jones had taught him a long time ago, as soon as you get even a little bit behind, it can take forever to catch up. Folks who had inquiries start to send second ones, doubling the volume. Antsy customers start sending angry sub-ethers wanting to know where their orders are. All this was exacerbated by the new super-luminal freight cruisers in the game. They were captained by gearheads who had no notion of causality and who -- because of their faster-than-light perspective -- expected you to send the answers before they have even sent you a question!

It was a tiring and thankless task, and Darren loved every minute of it.

Soon, he was back in the groove, and the number of outstanding tasks started to dwindle as he competently worked the data-web controls, doing the work his family had done for centuries - getting contraband past the authorities and to the people that needed it.

And by authorities, he meant the pharmaceutical companies and the governments they controlled.

And by contraband, he meant anything that the pharmaceutical companies didn't control the supply and price of, and that the governments couldn't tax, regulate, and seize at their whim.

From cannabis to fresh cows milk, the Road carried the traffic that the people demanded, while the authorities, as they had for millienum, failed to stop them.

The sweet smell of burning cannabis wafted through the air as Darren flexed his fingers on the data-web controls, doing as his ancestors had for generations, sticking it to the man. Darren relaxed as he scanned the screens, and saw with satisfaction that there were no outstanding issues, and he glanced over at the old man next to him.

Grampa Jones proferred the lit joint, and Darren hesitated. "Go on, it's more of a what you'd call a 'guideline' as opposed to an actual rule. I'll take over for a few minutes, you need a break." Grampa Jones said, as he handed the spliff to him.

So he took the joint, and watched as Dr. V. Jones(100) slipped his hands into the data-web controls, and began scanning the screens. With a fluid grace he dealt with inquiries, examined the shipping manifestos, and carried out all the tasks of a vendor on the Road with skills that were honed over centuries.

The Road spanned the solar system, from the cities of Earth, to the moons of Jupiter and beyond, the Road was more than just a hidden network of vendors and customers, products and shipments. The Road was a concept, an idea, more than just an encrypted network and forwarding nodes. The Road was freedom, a way of life.

As Darren watched his grandfather work, he realized that the old man didn't just work the Road when he operated the road Chair, he was the Road. He took it personally when people couldn't get what they needed because some bureaucrat somewhere had declared it contraband. Whether it was an MS afflicted patient who needed cannabis, or some health nut who wanted unpasteurized milk, Dr. V. Jones(100) would do everything in his power to assist in skirting the rules and getting them what they wanted.

Grampa Jones had the same affliction that Darren had.

Grampa Jones *cared*.

Darren couldn't possibly believe that he had ever sported a (97).

"Actually, that's what I wanted to come to talk to you about." Grampa said, waving at the 'Darren Jones (98)' that still glowed accusingly at the top of the screen. "Don't worry, your not in trouble. Like I said, it could happen to anyone, myself included."

Proving that Darren had not in fact mis-heard him earlier, Grampa Jones looked over at Darren and said, "What, you're surprised I ever had a ninety-seven?" Darren just looked at him, his wide eyes betraying that he was indeed surprised.

"Shit, it happens to every vendor, once in a while. Not a goddam thing you can do about it, either. Oh, you try, and swear to yourself and your gods if you believe in them, that you'll never have less than a hunnert. But there aren't any gods to hear your prayers, and no matter how hard you try, in the end, Mr. Murphy's law will always catch up to you."

Darren had heard lots of stories about Mr. Murphy and his laws, collaries and axioms over the years from his grandfather. He didn't know exactly what Mr. Murphy did for a living, and gathered that he was a business partner and drinking buddy of his grandfather. He'd deduced this from the fact that most Mr. Murphy's observations seemed to stem from the results of an evening of drinking with Grampa Jones. He always thought that Mr. Murphy was kind of a negative Nancy, as his mother would say, and more than a bit of a pessimist. He'd ventured that thought to his grandfather one time, to which he replied, "Waht, Murphy, a pessimist?" He said, "No, son -- Murphy was a goddam optimist!"

Still, his grandfather must have liked Mr. Murphy, for he said that he never had a business that Mr. Murphy didn't play a large role in.

The old man, without taking his eyes off the information flowing accross all the screens reached out his hand, indicating with a motion that it was severely lacking in the possession of a cannabis cigarette at the moment. Darren handed the joint back to him, and Grampa Jones took a long, slow draw on it.

He handed it back to Darren, and continued his story.

"Was back in two-tousand-ought-ten, or ought-eleven, or thereabouts. We was on the original Road, back on Earth."

Darren pondered this for a moment. It was the year 2450 now, goddammit! Grampa Jones must be close to 500 years old!

"I don't recall the specifics now, which is funny, because at the time I thought it was the end of the world. I worked hard, and brought it back up, but that takes time, and it frustrated the hell outta me.

"But eventually, I got it back up to a hunnert, and swore it would always stay there.

"It didn't, of course.

"Eventually, I took another hit, and it dropped again. But this time, I said to myself I'm not going to beat myself up. I thought I'd been trying as hard as I could, but I resolved to just try a little bit harder.

"You see, everyone needs to have a (97) or a (98) after their name once in a while. It reminds you that you have to earn it, and keep earning it. Don't ever think that a hunnert is yours by right. It's not. You have to strive to maintain it, and even then Mr. Murphy can come along and fuck things up through absolutely no fault of your own.

"And all you can do then, is work at bringing it back up again.

"And as long as you keep trying, you'll be making the ghost of Mr. Road proud."

Grampa Jones looked at Darren. "What, you didn't know there was a Mr. Road?

"There sure was, he was the one that started it all. First name of Silk. Smart feller. We used to call it the Silk Road, back then. Over the centuries it evolved, and now it's just the Road. I even exchanged messages with him once.

"Was back in tousand-ought-eleven or so. He'd made some changes to the system in regards to postage -- that's how we paid for shipping back then -- in regards to how we charged for postage. I was in the process of entering hundreds of new items when the changes went into effect, and it broke all my new listings.

"But, I sent him a message right away, and he anwered in only minutes, and between us I explained the problem and he'd make some changes and then message back to see if it was fixed. Took a few tries, but soon enough everything was working as smooth as, well as smooth as silk.

"Couldn't ask fer a nicer feller, was polite and helpful through all our back and forth, and you could tell that he really cared that everything worked properly, that the Silk Road succeeded, and that we could all continue to vend our contraband in the face of the authorities that would otherwise have us under their heels."

Darren sat back, processing the tale. Imagine that! Grampa had actually exchanged messages with Mr. Road himself!

Grampa Jones nodded at Darren. "Here, you take over now. I'm gonna take a nap. And whatever you do, don't disturb me untils shifts end, got it!"

Darren assured him that he got it, slipped his hands back into the data-web controls, and concentrated on the business at hand, while Dr. V. Jones(100) snored quietly beside him.

A Short time later, he heard his grandfather give a little snort, and say "Goddammit!" quietly under his breath, and then he stopped breathing.

Darren turned and looked at the old man, laying back in the Road chair, with his hands touching the data-web controls, and a faint smile on his face. He briefly wondered what he should do, and then he realized that there was nothing he could do now. He glanced at the clock, there was two hours left on his shift.

He looked back at the old man, and decided he'd heed his last request, and leave him in the Road chair until the end of his shift, a part of the Road now, extending accross the solar system, spreading freedom as an idea. And Darren knew that someday he'd tell his grandchildren how his grandfather had actually exchanged messages with Mr. Road!

Darren broke out of his reverie, and glanced back at the screens. There were orders pouring in on one screen, and messages had already began scrolling off the bottom of another, while on a third alarms were ringing from suppliers who had problems...

Goddammit!

Now you have to admit if that's an impersonation, it's also a very pitch perfect one. And to go to all this trouble even for a private forum presumably only a few people could or would ever read and to stay in character impersonating you for years in every communication--well, if you've had your identity stolen by whomever was behind the VJ handle on Silk Road (as I assume you are or will be leading us towards as a conclusion) it's the work of a tireless master of the art.

Then after Ross is busted we find out that something like half the Admin staff at SR were either confirmed CIs or in the direct employ of some American alphabet soup agency and the Feds know essentially everything about everything having to do with the operation of SR, any of the top SR people who weren't perp walked were pretty much guaranteed to have been LE or cooperating with LE. Is that a fair assumption in your opinion? The VJ account holder ticks all the boxes don't they? The fact that as far as we know whomever was behind the VJ account is still a free person in my personal opinion means they probably either flipped or were a plant from the get-go. Is that another reasonable assumption? How else could it be?

As for the photo, you yourself proudly posted it where it could be seen by literally millions of people with your presumed real life name attached. I admit an error in judgment posting it here, but my error in judgment pales compared to your own error posting it originally does it not?

I don't think my speculations were in the slightest unreasonable ones--even if they turn out in retrospect to have been mistaken. If you aren't SR's VJ, someone spent literally man years setting you up, going so far as to stay in a caricature of you for years both publicly and privately and to create an entire story done in your authorial style in private fora and putatively secure chats. If SR's VJ wasn't you Tom, you are the victim of an incredibly involved ID theft and you have my full and unconditional sympathy for being so targeted and my apologies for being suckered by it. But even you gotta admit they did one hell of a job framing you.

And if SR's VJ wasn't you, it was probably someone you know or knew at some point at least a little. Who else would have known your style so intimately or your work as a serious author well enough to ape it?

And what do you make of the varietyjones.com sites? They even claim to have been at SR! Honeypots? Crazy stalker? Someone really really bored?

And there's the contents of the hacked email account.

Had to join this party


When's the next instalment?

The contents of the hacked email account aren't necessary. And I would really appreciate it if you refrain from posting anything of a personal nature. I haven't the time nor the inclination to babysit this forum for potentially devastating new developments.

The people I know I can trust with this forum can most certainly get ahold of me at their leisure or in case of emergency at an appropriate time.

I'm going to be incommunicado for the next couple of days, so please be mindful of each other's privacy and respect one another enough to not post overly sensitive materials as you watch this saga unfold.

The Variety Jones character scoping out my profile on my LinkedIn page today was an unexpected treat that kind of made me smile too.

I will weigh in on this some other day, but for now, enjoy the show.

smokebreaks wrote:The contents of the hacked email account aren't necessary. And I would really appreciate it if you refrain from posting anything of a personal nature. I haven't the time nor the inclination to babysit this forum for potentially devastating new developments.

The people I know I can trust with this forum can most certainly get ahold of me at their leisure or in case of emergency at an appropriate time.

I'm going to be incommunicado for the next couple of days, so please be mindful of each other's privacy and respect one another enough to not post overly sensitive materials as you watch this saga unfold.

The Variety Jones character scoping out my profile on my LinkedIn page today was an unexpected treat that kind of made me smile too.

I will weigh in on this some other day, but for now, enjoy the show.

Nah don't fret poppet, I didn't mean I was going to post anything.

I was just adding that comment as a footnote to what the guy above me was saying.

I didn't agree with A: Motherboard getting someone to do that hacking and B: printing it, and I thought that was out of line.

@ Haxxie

Your whole post is you trying to be disingenuous.

My bitch with you was your constant and ever-growing statements from supposition to blanket statements of fact, that I was in fact some type of informant for an arm of the Feds, had always been, and always would be, blah, blah, blah fucking blah.

So who registered what and when hasn't got a single fucking thing to do with what I was questioning your actions and words on.

So no, some piece (not bad, btw) of fiction posted somewhere else has nothing to do with the fact that you, with callous recklessness and disregard, constantly claimed that I was/am, an informant for the feds in general, and then the DEA in particular, for absolutely no valid reasons what-so-fucking-ever.

I have no idea who posted here--I haven't even read the post in question, to be honest it's way too fucking far off my radar to even bother with.

All I was looking for was maybe for you to perhaps dial it back, admit that you got caught up and god fucking forbid, perhaps even apologize for smearing the fuck outta me for quite some time now.

Trying to make ANY of this into something that involves Silk Road, or Gypsy Nirvana posting as someone claiming to have met me in prison, or any other red herrings you may come up with, is as I said at the outset, disingenuous of you.

So Haxxie, either dial it back, and apologize, or double down, and see where that gets you.

The choice is yours, but don't come in here and shit up my thread. If you're going to double down, you've already got lots and lots of threads with your bile in 'em. Post in one of those, or start your own next to mine now.

When you walk in to the Royal Courts of Justice, you enter through these massive medieval doors with huge marble arches, and are immediately awed by the lobby area. Something like 70 feet high, with stained glass windows, and detailed cornices, and centuries of grime, with echoes of footsteps on the marble floors filling your ears; if you are not impressed and humbled when you enter, you are dead inside.

The whole ethos is somewhat marred by the guards with automatic weapons, the frost fence around the sidewalk to keep always present protesters the required 20 yards from the entrance, and of course the two massive stainless steel tables housing hulking x-ray machines beside the detection portals you have to pass through to enter. There is a massive stone desk in the center of the lobby leading to the great room, with room for a dozen people behind it, staffed with mebbe two bored looking middle aged matrons, with a broken sign hanging over it.

INFORMATION

I make a beeline for it. I'm two hours early for my first meeting with the Master in Chambers, and I'd been told numerous times by all and sundry who would know of such things, two hours early for your first time is about right. You may even have time for a quick coffee before the session starts. I'm glad I listened.

The folks streaming in and out of this place know what they're doing and where they're going. It's only lowly interlopers such as myself that have to deign to stop and ask for directions. When I was having a last smoke outside before I'd entered, I saw countless Bentley limousines pull up, and disgorge nattily dressed top caliber barristers and solicitors. I saw two goddamn Rolls Royce Silver Shadows, and and a fucking Wraithe, that 624HP sexy rocket with suicide doors! The gentlemen—and make no fucking mistake, they were gentlemen—who were emerging from these rolling works of art were all of a similar type. Tall, broad shouldered and middle-aged, often with paunches and occasionally two chins, but impeccably tailored in multi-thousand pound brushed woolen Saville Row suits (But would be soft as an agora rabbit to the touch), with calf-skin gloves and gleaming shoes from Clark's, and impossibly thin briefcases stuffed to overflowing, these were Serious Men, and they were on Serious Business. And they were The Enemy. And they certainly had no need of any counter titled INFORMATION. There is all kinds of available space on my side of the counter.

I stand there for a few moments. Nobody has offered to help me, but not out of any lack of duty or anything, just that everyone else that stops there is either pulling papers out of, or stuffing papers into their briefcase, or signing a document on the wide marble top, or saving a failed juggle of cell phone, briefcase, file folios, and Styrofoam coffee cup. The two matrons are chatting amicably to each other, plump, and friendly, and smelling I'm sure, faintly of lilac.

"Excuse me," I say. Well, not really. What I actually said was more along the lines of "Ackkkkk Sppppppttttttt Errrrrrrrmmmkkkmkmkk..." Goddammit. In spite of my healthy hydration habits, the two and a half packs a day coupled with spit-drying nervousness had welded the back of my throad to muh tondtils, erm, throat to my tonsils. I casually cleared my throat, which rapidly turned into a classic smokers railroad hacking session that doubled me over, gasping for air and I'm sure with my forehead gleaming a bright cherry red, I leaned on the counter and tried to settle my breathing. One of the matrons had rushed over with motherly concern, looking at me with soft eyes, "Are you all right, luv? Can I help you with anything?"

I fumbled about and produced the wrinkled paper from my trousers that had the room I was looking for written on it in large child-like letters in bold sharpie—my writing is atrocious and I never have my much needed reading glasses handy when I need them, so I've learned the sharpie trick—and pointing to the kindergarten-like scrawl, I said I was looking for this Masters Chambers. She looked a little stricken, and asked, "Oh my, what time are you due there?" I told her in about an hour and forty-five minutes. "Oh good, we should be OK then." But she didn't look convinced.

WTF?

She reaches for a booklet with a picture of the RCJ on the front, a mimeographed fuzzy looking document that likely several hundred iterations ago had purported itself to be some type of map, and a little business-card like square of cardboard.

She made sure I had a good grip on the little square of cardboard, and laid the poor excuse for a map and the four-color RCJ handout on the counter.

"That card has my extension number on it. You've got a cell phone with you? Good!

"Now, when you get lost, if you can't find your way back here, call this number, and ask for my extension. I'm Shirley Potts Smythe-Beddows, and I'm here for three more hours, so you should be OK. Now, you can't get cell service (Actually, mobile, not cell in the UK, but I can't be arsed to keep transcribing that. Note that I can be arsed to use arsed, so I am acclimating to my environs here, slowly but surely over the years.) in large swaths of the complex, in which case you'd be best off asking someone for directions back here, the main door information desk. Just ask any of the bright young things dashing about here, any one of them will be glad to help, for fear if they don't the favor may be returned to them negatively one day." She grimaced a wee bit, "Don't bother asking any of the barristers. They'll just ignore you and keep walking."

I was slowly gaining a massive amount of respect for Ms. Shirley Potts Smythe-Beddows, as well as internally changing what I had classified as 'Casual inquiry, directions, Chambers, route to' in my mind, to 'Mission Masters Chambers, initial briefing, orientation, survival guide and safety briefing. Level 1a. Beginners.'

Ms. Shirley Potts Smythe-Beddows now had my undivided attention, and in the best possible way. I was slowing coming to the conclusion that I'd devoured complex texts on advanced calculus with far greater ease than this coming challenge I was facing would challenge me. She flipped over the four color handout and there was a schematic of a bunch of buildings on the back. I stood there rapt with attention as she continued, well, lecturing me.

"Now this here is where we are now, the main doors to the Royal Courts of Justice (And she said it that way too, with the Capital Letters!), which is here on the map."

With her other hand, she marked a large X for my starting point.

And then she went on for at least five minutes, pointing first to the schematic, so I could orient myself in the grand scheme of things, and then drawing a line on the map indicating the preferred, nay only, route that would get me through that part of the maze. The actual building I wanted was the Sir something or other annex, way at the other end of that A4 sized map. As she described leaving the main building by the back, swinging left until there was a metal grate over a door, which I was to open and go down ONE FLIGHT ONLY, and veer left into a hall, and look for a small door that said 'Warning, construction zone' I noticed that her routing pen had barely left the wrong end of the papers edge. I doubled down on my concentration.

When she finally finished, marking my destination with a flourished X, she glanced at her watch, and told me that I only had 90 minutes left, so I had better hurry. She clasped her hands together and to her breasts, and positively beamed hope and encouragement at me. The other matron had wandered over, and was eyeing me over the top of her glasses, with a smile on her face, but unmistakable sadness in her eyes.

"You'll be fine, now go on." Ms. Shirley Potts Smythe-Beddows said encouragingly, and made a shooing motion with her hands, still beaming her faith in my abilities. Her cohorts eyes over those glasses told a different story. Those eyes said they didn't think I'd be fine, they didn't think so one bit.

I got to the proper floor in the proper building, out of breath, but with five minutes to spare. I carefully folded up my map, folded the four-color handout on top of the map, for protection, and double checked that I had the square card with Ms. Shirley Potts Smythe-Beddows extension number on it. I gently placed it all in my left hand breast pocket of my jacket, and during the two hours of Masters Chambers, kept unconsciously patting my pocket, to ensure it was all still there. I still had to find my way out of there!!


The floor consisted of a large reception area, a couple of stairwells and elevators, washrooms, and six hearing rooms, or Chancery Masters Chambers. There are six Chancery Masters, with one being the Chief Master. They have hidden offices, and Chancery Associates who I assume also have hidden offices, and there must also be hidden washrooms, stairwells and elevators as well. There is also an army of clerks, typists and filing specialists, couriers, ad visors, section manager appointments supervisor with their own slew of clerks, a floor dedicated to Orders and Accounts with their own set of Associates, the essential Chancery Chambers Files Management Office that swallows the first floor (They're the ones who have to deal with a request for a 5,783 page set of files. 27 copies, please.) and Lord Wolf only knows what else associated with the Chancery Division of the High Court, and I'm sure there's some Tardis like device that bends the space time continuum to allow it all to fit into a single building.

Only use peons and members of The Bar use the front door to enter into a Chancery Masters Chambers. He comes and goes through a door behind his desk. If you didn't know all that went on behind and around those six doors, you'd just think you were in a dingy building somewhere on the sprawling grounds of the Royal Courts of Justice. 1970's furniture in the reception area. Carpets so warn down you at first think it's linoleum. And six rather non-descript, dusty looking doors, with little numbers on 'me, 1 to 6. Door five has a piece of paper taped over the number, with the word 'vacant' written in ball point pen on it.

Dude, welcome to the highest court in the land.

To get from the reception area, to a seat in the Chancery Masters Chambers, I had memorized a set of instructions that would have done Ms. Shirley Potts Smythe-Beddows proud.

1) Arrive Early

2) Do NOT take the elevator, use the stairs

3) Do NOT talk to anyone in the reception area, unless they are with you

4) If you must talk, do so in a whisper, and do not mention any matter of LAW or any LEGAL ISSUE

5) Immediately upon arrival, consult the map on the door to the reception area, and locate the hearing room number you require

6) Do NOT approach the room more than ONE MINUTE before your scheduled time

7) The OFFICIAL TIME is the large clock on the wall in the reception room

8) At EXACTLY ONE MINUTE before your scheduled time, make your way to the hearing room

9) Do NOT FOLLOW ANYONE, they may be going to a different hearing room

10) As you approach the hearing room, note the two lights above the door, one red and one green

11) If the RED LIGHT IS ON, STOP! NOW! Make your way back to the reception area

12) If the GREEN LIGHT IS ON, and the door is open, proceed into the hearing room and take a seat

13) If the GREEN LIGHT IS ON, and the door is closed, open the door, proceed into the hearing room and take a seat

14) UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES KNOCK ON THE DOOR TO THE HEARING ROOM. OBEY THE LIGHTS!!!!!!!

15) IF the light was RED, and you are back in the reception area, wait at the top of the hall

16) When you hear a door close in the hallway, make your way to the hearing room. The previous party will have left, and the door should be closed, with the GREEN LIGHT ON -- proceed as in 12) or 13)

17) If you are the last person entering the room, STOP BY THE DOOR, when the MASTER IN CHAMBERS nods at you, close the door, VERY SOFTLY, DO NOT SLAM EVEN LIGHTLY!!! Take your seat

18) If upon return the RED LIGHT IS ON, STOP! NOW! Make your way back to the reception area, and wait until you hear a door close

19) You are not a member of THE BAR. DO NOT under any circumstance emulate the actions of anyone entering or leaving the hearing room

20) UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES bow or genuflect upon entering or exiting the hearing room

21) When entering the hearing room BEWARE MEMBERS OF THE BAR, they will pause to genuflect DO NOT BUMP INTO THEM!!!

22) UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES back out of the hearing room when leaving

23) When leaving the hearing room BEWARE MEMBERS OF THE BAR, they will back out of the room, and bow once for each two steps back they take

24) DO NOT ALLOW YOURSELF to get between a member of THE BAR exiting the hearing room, and the Master in Chambers, they will keep their eyes on him until they have exited the hearing room

25) If you are the last person to leave the room, CLOSE THE DOOR

26) If you are responsible for closing the door, guide it softly to within about 1/2 to 3/4 of an inch of it's final closed position, and stop. In ONE SINGLE BRISK MOVEMENT, SLAM THE DOOR the last 1/2 to 3/4 of an inch closed, ensuring it is loud enough that anyone waiting at the head of the hall can hear

27) Once you have left the hearing room, DO NOT RE-ENTER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, even if the door is open, and even if you have only one foot outside the room!!!! IMPORTANT!!! REMEMBER THIS!!!

28) If you leave/forget something in the hearing room, IMMEDIATELY GO TO THE FOURTH FLOOR and ask for someone from the CHANCERY MASTERS ADJUTANTS OFFICE, and inform them of the item(s). WAIT THERE, DO NOT GO BACK TO THE CHANCERY MASTERS FLOOR. A runner will bring you the item(s). There may be a wait of several hours, as the CHANCERY MASTERS IN CHAMBERS will not be disturbed while a hearing is in session

29) If you wish to cross your legs while seated in the hearing room, please see circular(s) 5 if male, or 7, 9, 11, 15 and 27 if female. Familiarize yourself with volumes III through IX of the CHANCERY MASTERS IN CHAMBERS guide to sitting on a government issued hard-backed chair. If your chair is soft backed, DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE CROSS YOUR LEGS!!!!! IMPORTANT!!!!!

OK, I just made that last one up, but I shit you not, I fucking memorized the first 28.

And yet, I still fucked up, right off the bat.

The reception room was packed, must be a busy day here indeed, and it was eerily silent. Once in a while someone would lean towards another person, and move their lips by their ears, but it wasn't even a murmur, there was no sound. Fucking Silent Hill.

It was getting close to showtime, and I sidled out of the room, and silent padded towards the hallway. There was my room number down the hall, and the light was on! Bonus! Now I could act like I knew exactly what I was doing. As I got to the door, I looked back down the hallway. Nobody was there yet, boy were they going to be surprised!

Cocky now, I confidently opened the door and looked in, there was an old man in a rumpled suit jacket sitting at a desk with papers strewn about. I nodded at him, as he gave me an appraising look, and strode in confidently, and took a chair across from the edge of his desk, and settled down into a really uncomfortable hard-backed chair.

"Good afternoon, my Lord, my name is Mr........ Cla...r....k"

As I was introducing myself, his eyes were getting wider and wider, and he looked at me, then at the door, then at me, then at the door...

"This is, this is, this is highly irregular, Mister, Mister, Clark, was it, Mister Clark?"

I was dumbfounded, and kind of nodded indicating that I *may* in fact be Mr. Clark, but there was still a possibility that I was not indeed Mr. Clark, never was Mr. Clark, and in fact had never even heard of Mr. Clark, all depending on whatever the fuck was going to happen next.

It had not yet been 15 seconds since I had opened the door, and the old man behind the desk looked like he was going to have an apoplexy. Fuck, it's been years since I updated my St. Johns first aid!

My day was going sideways, and fast.

About an eternity later, there were shuffling noises out in the hall, and members of The Bar began genuflecting their way into the room. As each of them rounded the corner and went to focus their gaze on the Master in Chambers, they'd catch sight of me, and goddammit if it didn't trip them up! Slowly the hearing room filled up with shocked looks and wondering gazes, as it dawned on me it wasn't really such a busy day here at the Chancery Masters floor, all those legal beagles in the reception room were packing in *my* fucking hearing room. Never did get an accurate count, I was too flustered, but I'm going to estimate they had 18 people in total. 18 very shocked looking people.

The last man stopped by the door, eyes on the Master in Chambers, and when he got a nod, he then, very softly, closed the door. Turning to go to his seat, he started to speak, "This is highly..."

The man in the rumpled suit jacket behind the desk held his hand up, cutting him off in mid- sentence. He kept the hand up, kinda waving it around indicating that the man who closed the door and started to speak should be seated. Still, he waved his hand, though now more like you'd do with a small child, urging them to speak more softly, but no one was speaking. The Master in Chambers wasn't even looking at the room, he was leaned forward, looking down at the desk, as if there was something of great interest there, still waving his hand. To my shock, it did have an effect, for even the minor adjustments, or crinkling of a file folder in sweaty hands stopped, until finally it was fucking QUIET, like you'd never believe.

He straightened up, gripped his hands together like a prize fighter about to celebrate by raising them clasped over his head, but instead leaned forward, now as if in prayer to his clasped fists. Fucking surreal. He cleared his throat, and addressed the room.

"I would like to assure everyone that Mr. Clark, that's correct, isn't it, Mr. Clark? ..." and he looked at me, as did everyone else in the room. I gave another one of those nods that said, maybe, maybe not...

"Good then. Mr. Clark. I would like to assure everyone that Mr. Clark and I have had no ex-parte communications in my chambers. I believe that Mr. Clark may have been confused or maybe unaware of certain traditions on the one hand, and legal rules, legal regulations, and codes of conduct that must be observed by everyone, including him, in regards to ex-parte communications, or even contact. On the other hand, that is. The contact. So...."

He stopped to clear his throat, and he had a hand up off the desk, only a finger width or so off the desk, but I recognized the international Masters in Chambers hand signal that meant 'Do not make a sound, or move, or breathe, for I am not done.'

"So... I think it would be best, and if we can all agree" nodding in the general direction of the gaggle of members of The Bar, who were all nodding back vehemently, if silently, that yes indeed they did all agree with... "...we can all agree, that Mr. Clark and I not only in fact did not have any ex-parte contact or communications, but, but, but that he merely arrived perhaps a smidgen too early, but I hope we can all agree that you all were right behind him, on his heels, as it were..." There was vigorous nodding all around, and I found myself caught up in it, bobbing my head as if my life depended on it, but silently though, not making a sound. If my neck cracked now, I'd likely be clapped in irons and thrown in the dungeon... "and that for our purposes, everyone has just arrived just now, as is right, and we can all begin. Is that OK with everyone? All right?"

He was looking darned near cheery now, looking around the room to make sure that it was not just OK with everyone, but All right! as well.

"Well then, shall we begin."

And that began the first of 25 hearings with the Chancery Master in Chambers.


To be continued, eh..........

I'm bushed.

I tell you what these PoM updates are like literary Ambien.

They're not only making Mongoose bushed from writing them, I'm exhausted after reading them. I certainly won't be needing my prescription meds to sleep like a lamb tonight.



Nightie nite folks.

3662 words just describing walking through a building and taking a pew, damn.

Chill-Bill wrote:3662 words just describing walking through a building and taking a pew, damn.

Lol. Maybe he wrote it on the plane?

Sweet mother of god!!!!!

THIS WAS THE ONLY PART I CARE ABOUT you mangey flea-bittin creature from the armpit of hell!!!!

JUST FINISH THE DAMNED STORY!!!!

Is that to much to ask?????????

IS it??????????

AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

oh come on he is a "budding" jack london.
let him tell his story as he wishes.
nice to see so many visitors to good old MPG
Lrus007

I think your ire is perhaps a little misplaced PoM, I'm not the one calling out Thomas Clark as definitively being VJ at Silk Road. Vice/Motherboard, a pretty high profile journalism site you may have heard of *is*, based on apparently hacked email and airline accounts they believe to be authentic. Here's the link to the article as it appears you may have missed it: http://motherboard.vice.com/read/these- ... -silk-road" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false; If you've been wrongly identified by the journalists, I sincerely apologize for believing in this presumably wrong identification and being rash enough to say aloud what everyone watching the drama unfold was/is probably thinking. I'm not the one you should worry about trying to make this about you and Silk Road--that's happening in the mainstream press right now. I'd think your real beef would be with the journos who hacked those accounts, misread what they contained and wrongly put you in UK seed seller and computer security whiz VJ's shoes at Silk Road and--even far, far more so--with the VJ account holder himself who very deliberately and pretty convincingly impersonated, implicated, and dragged you into the whole Silk Road drama and splashed his mud all over your good name. That VJ account holder at SR is at the bottom the only reason your name was ever associated with Silk Road in the first place. Minus that, nobody would connect you with SR. Whomever ran that VJ account at Silk Road should probably be the focus of your undivided attention. Although I would be careful as he may also be Satan part-time. Besides as server logs would undoubtedly prove, nobody reads MPG here; a whole lot of people read Vice.

I still believe whomever was behind the Silk Road VJ account is LE, whether DEA or another alphabet soup agency. I'm again deeply sorry if his frame job fooled me (and about everyone else), I rashly reacted like an asshole, and you had nothing to do with it. If you and your story has nothing to do with Silk Road, I think you'll find the world will be pretty much uninterested in that story. That's really the whole hook that piqued people's interest as obviously it was front page news

^^^ yada yada yada, how about you STFU and let him tell his story, Hax?

Save the critique for the end of the performance.

Where can I get the Cliff Notes?

Fed or not, a bullshit artist is a bullshit artist and I don't have the time for it.

try Barnes & Noble.

Shazaam wrote:Sweet mother of god!!!!!

THIS WAS THE ONLY PART I CARE ABOUT you mangey flea-bittin creature from the armpit of hell!!!!

JUST FINISH THE DAMNED STORY!!!!

Is that to much to ask?????????

IS it??????????

AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Moustache wrote:

Shazaam wrote:Sweet mother of god!!!!!

THIS WAS THE ONLY PART I CARE ABOUT you mangey flea-bittin creature from the armpit of hell!!!!

JUST FINISH THE DAMNED STORY!!!!

Is that to much to ask?????????

IS it??????????

AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Bonjour Monsieur Tache!

Any goss/info for us yet? You know what we all want to know...

I would like to know why Variety Jones is in favour of killing a man without evidence, but as the story unfolds, it seems that Thomas / PoM is the wrong person to ask. Can't wait for next part of the story

smokebreaks wrote:^^^ yada yada yada, how about you STFU and let him tell his story, Hax?

Save the critique for the end of the performance.

Agreed. I was just responding to shit directed at me.

So, er, is the party over yet? What that it? Anyone mind if I borrow some skins and a lighter before I leave, I want a smoke when I get home. Thanks.

*Picks Mongoose's pockets while he's passed out on the sofa*

well_lol_doh wrote:So, er, is the party over yet? What that it? Anyone mind if I borrow some skins and a lighter before I leave, I want a smoke when I get home. Thanks.

*Picks Mongoose's pockets while he's passed out on the sofa*

I know right. Let's get this jamboree started again!

*Kicks some sleeping people, turns up the music and cracks open another beer*

Chill-Bill wrote:

well_lol_doh wrote:So, er, is the party over yet? What that it? Anyone mind if I borrow some skins and a lighter before I leave, I want a smoke when I get home. Thanks.
*Picks Mongoose's pockets while he's passed out on the sofa*

I know right. Let's get this jamboree started again!

*Kicks some sleeping people, turns up the music and cracks open another beer*

bring your wallet...

AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I seen that flea-bittin mangy mongel hanging out a while ago.

- yet -

I DON"T SEE THE PART I WANT POSTED YET !!!!!!

WHAT FUKING HAPPENED????????????

STOP SCRATCHING YER BUTT AND POST!!!!!

DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMMIT

Shazaam wrote:AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I seen that flea-bittin mangy mongel hanging out a while ago.

- yet -

I DON"T SEE THE PART I WANT POSTED YET !!!!!!

WHAT FUKING HAPPENED????????????

STOP SCRATCHING YER BUTT AND POST!!!!!

DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMMIT

LMAO Uncle Ben, yer always so durned cute when ya' get all ornery and whatnot.

It's all coming when it comes, eh.

Got a bit more storytelling to get out of my system first, and smokes has to have a look-see and final approval when it does come time to post, and he's an important man and a busy feller, eh.

@Haxxie - we're all good my friend, and sorry to everyone for draggin' our laundry through this otherwise pristine thread, eh.

Gimme 30 secs here UB, I'll grab you a small story update

OK, today's the big day.

Arguing in front of the Lords and Masters of the highest court in the land, in a building opened in 1882 by Queen Victoria (Vicky, after 4:30 and if you were invited for gin and tonic.), it was...

No, wait. What the actual fuck?

Upon arrival, check in to see what court room our trial was assigned to, and goddammit, someone else's trial had ran over the scheduled number of days, and there was no court room in the grand old building available. Nope, were were now going to be arguing in the Marine Admiralty Courts building, or some such bullshit, a post WWII behoumouth with peeling paint and hallways that smell faintly like cat piss, it has all the charms of a fucking Wal-Mart.

Sometimes, life, she's not fair. Not fair at all.

And I was wearing my *good* blue jeans, too.

The courtroom was packed, and I'm sure it won't surprise you at all to learn that the crowd consisted entirely of my oppositions members of The Bar. Twenty-odd of 'em.

And one new face, I'd never seen before.

The Barrister.

The Barrister (always capitalized, even in speech, eh.) talks to the court, and never to the client. He comes from a group of Barristers that have their own Barristers Chambers corporation, and all the solicitors do all the work and put it all together, and then hire a Barrister to present it to the court.

He came over and introduce himself to me, managing to both look over the top of his half-rim glasses, and down his nose at me simultaeneously. He handed me a 64 page glossy full color brochure, with the month and year on it, for his Barristers Chambers corporation. Founded back in the 1700's sometime, there were 12 members of their Chambers, and when it came to Chancery court, they were the creme de la creme. He thudded a 400 page leather bound yearbook on the table as well. Engraved title, gold gilt edged, those puppies must have cost at least 500 pounds sterling each to produce. A note on the title page crowed that the bindings had been hand stitched.

"My bonaifides!" he boomed.

He patted me on the shoulder, and went over to his podium - he brought his own podium - and proceed to warm his voice up like an opera singer.

Now, here's where I normally would denigrate the man, his skills, and his choice of cravat and schooling. However, as he was getting ready, talking to the nearly two dozen lawyers and associates scurrying about arranging fucking stacks of file boxes (8 stacks in all, 6 boxes per stack, as they came in on hand trucks.), and generally making sure everything was ship shape, this now being in the Admiralty Courts building, and all; I was getting this weird, strange feeling.

It took me a while to recognize it, for I'd certainly never had it in the 25 hearings at Masters in Chambers preparing for this trial.

And then it dawned on me.

I wasn't the smartest person in the room.

He was.

That doesn't happen very fucking often, and this was particularly bad timing.

We all stood up, and the judge walked into the room.

Court was now in session.

To be continued...

an unpleasant profession? perhaps... hang all lawyers
gimmie rum!!!

Shazaam wrote:AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I seen that flea-bittin mangy mongel hanging out a while ago.

- yet -

I DON"T SEE THE PART I WANT POSTED YET !!!!!!

WHAT FUKING HAPPENED????????????

STOP SCRATCHING YER BUTT AND POST!!!!!

DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMMIT

You're new at this PoM thing aren't you?

Glad I haven't missed the show. Motherboard.... Always poking their nose around for clicks...

pffffft

Your audience awaits. I'm sure you don't remember me...

Is it 100% sure, that we are talking to the "original" PoM here? I mean, if there is somebody out there who successfully took over PoM's identity over years, it is possible, we are talking to the copy right now? Some old GPG key to verify?

Let' s say Jesus M's theory is right and PoM=VJ=DEA. Would't it be possible for the authorities to fake PoMs arrest and let him work quitely on the SR bust? Even this posting from the guy who saw Thomas in jail then could be fake.

So why should he come back then? Another J.O.B.?

AGD wrote:Is it 100% sure, that we are talking to the "original" PoM here? I mean, if there is somebody out there who successfully took over PoM's identity over years, it is possible, we are talking to the copy right now? Some old GPG key to verify?

Let' s say Jesus M's theory is right and PoM=VJ=DEA. Would't it be possible for the authorities to fake PoMs arrest and let him work quitely on the SR bust? Even this posting from the guy who saw Thomas in jail then could be fake.

So why should he come back then? Another J.O.B.?

Yes, I can state with 100% certainty that it is indeed the original PoM.

smokebreaks wrote:
Yes, I can state with 100% certainty that it is indeed the original PoM.

Yeah, musta been about 10 years ago, smokes and his wife were doing the European tour, and had a few days in London. I drove my VW Sharan minvan down to the Surbiton train station to meet him late one afternoon. I was standing by a large, dark tan-brown wall looking for him, when I realized that I was standing about sternum height to a veritable fucking *mountain* of a man in a 3/4 length leather jacket. That jacket could have wrapped my mini-van up, with enough material left over to build a tee-pee and a couple of small tents for camping.

Along with his lovely wife, we skipped of to a local pub and spent about 8 hours going through various UK beers in alphabetical order, and ended up going back to my place for a final night cap, and to get them a car back into London city proper, and back to their hotel. Smokes noted on a post afterwards, that in the true cramped style of English flats, that he had a television in his bathroom that was larger than the one in my place.

So yeah, smokes knows of what he speaks.

While there's not much going on up here in this thread, the PMs are flying fast and furious below the surface. There's lots of folks here who I've met IRL, and we're having a little reunion here.

Gadabout (PBUH) and I ended up in the same city for a few weeks, back when PG was still a going concern. We spent a few lazy summer afternoons sitting in a garage sipping beer, smoking weed, and generally solving the problems of the world. He hasn't posted here (yet), but we've exchange messages.

Way back in 2002 I met up with Munchy and his blushing bride, during that week of hell known as the High Times Cannabis Cup. It could have easily turned into one of the worst weeks of my life for all types of reasons, if not for Munchy's presence. We'd get together in the evenings and check out hole-in-the-wall places, and self-titrate with an amazing selection of various esoteric strains that beat the shit outta the commercial crap that was in the cup that year. (The H.O.G. deserved the win it got that year, but most of the 'winners' simply bought their awards, which is why the cup was such a farce.)

While I've never met Hax in person, we've exchanged enough arguments over the years that he'd call me out gleefully if he thought I wasn't really me, eh.

And then there's bentech. Goddamn bentech. Once, years ago, I believe it may have even been back in the overgrow days, we started to make some plans to get together. I was reminded reading an old thread here today of that, and unfortunately, we never did get a chance to meet up.

Not meeting bentech is one of my biggest regrets. I can only imagine the fun we'd have sitting on a beach drinking iced beer, smoking various strains grown on an undiscovered asteroid beyond the third moon of Jupiter, and solving all the worlds problems. With bentech around, I wouldn't be the smartest guy in the room, I assure ya.

Then there's the person I miss the most, my grotto goddess, koda. koda, bless her soul, was old when I met her over 15 years ago, and through the years we'd helped each other over some rocky times, we had a more than special connection, and I miss koda so.

Anyways, my rambling point is that there are more than enough people here who have known me for ten to fifteen years, that the subject of my identity shouldn't really be an issue.

Also, where the fuck is Prawn Connery. I know he's retired 'n all, but I was hoping to at least say 'hi' to him. If anyone knows where he's kickin' about, drop him a line to get his ass over here.

Proof enough for me that you're the real PoM. 2005 seems like such a long time ago, but I'm really glad to see you here.

I also dropped PC an email to let him know he should stop by and say hello.

Thx PoM for clearing that up one and for all.

PoM,

Are you going to New York to meet the Pope and/or are you taking a helicopter at some point during your stay?

You haven't changed much.

It's beginning to sound more and more like you're getting ready to turn yourself in and give up the run. I for one think that's a terrible idea. A story this good doesn't deserve to end like that.

remember this...

“I’m here to break the back of prohibition, to make the jack-booted thugs from the DEA roll up their tents and sneak off into the night, and to do what I can to ensure a future where 65 year old MS patients aren’t shot by SWAT teams during drug raids because they suspect there was a fucking plant growing in the back room.”

the only people who pay high taxes AFTER a war are its losers...

Yeah, I see how it is. Yer fuckin toyin with me now. I feel like the dam mouse that ratty cat dragged in.

Cause there aint no other reason ta drag this story out like yer doin.

SO FINISH THE DAM STORY ALREADY DAMMIT!!!!

Shazaam wrote:Yeah, I see how it is. Yer fuckin toyin with me now. I feel like the dam mouse that ratty cat dragged in.

Cause there aint no other reason ta drag this story out like yer doin.

SO FINISH THE DAM STORY ALREADY DAMMIT!!!!

We'll have to wait for the book deal

So you were banging Koda?

Koda's passed.

....... but I'll never forget when she 'donated' this smilie to PG ------>

Yup, we can all thank Koda for 'Mutley', my alltime favorite smilie!

Yes, and I can't remember anyone who didn't like and respect her. Some people just radiate some form of positivity and wisdom and it even shines through on our little text strings we communicate with online. Speaking of which, I hope JJJ is well wherever he is today.

koda's playfull side really came through on a years old thread i just recently came back across

http://myplanetganja.com/viewtopic.php? ... &hilit=toe" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;


her artwork contributions begin on the second page

http://myplanetganja.com/viewtopic.php? ... e&start=15" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;


the signature she left us with

"Share the Wealth, NOT the Stealth"
=======================================
>Do not condemn the judgement of another because it differs from your own,
you may both be wrong<... Dandemis

robertboucherjr37 wrote:
PoM,

...are you taking a helicopter at some point during your stay?

Actually, there *is* a helicopter flight in my very near future, but just so you know, there'll be no 'swooping down' anywhere!

ninjacloakd wrote:
Koda's passed.

One of the saddest day of my adult life when I found that out. I truly loved her, she was an amazing old bat.

Jesús Malverde wrote:
Yes, and I can't remember anyone who didn't like and respect her. Some people just radiate some form of positivity and wisdom and it even shines through on our little text strings we communicate with online. Speaking of which, I hope JJJ is well wherever he is today.

I'd known koda since 'last century', and in all that time I've never heard anyone have a harsh word to say about her. She'll live forever in our memories.

And yes, JJJ was cut from the same cloth, was always a huge fan of his, I hope he's leading the life of Riley now.

bentech wrote:
koda's playfull side really came through on a years old thread i just recently came back across

http://myplanetganja.com/viewtopic.php? ... &hilit=toe" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;


her contributions begin on the second page

http://myplanetganja.com/viewtopic.php? ... e&start=15" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;


the signature she left us with

"Share the Wealth, NOT the Stealth"
=======================================
>Do not condemn the judgement of another because it differs from your own,
you may both be wrong<... Dandemis

Thanks a bunch for pointing that out ben, one of her skills was definitely throwing together an image that suited the thread, or a person in that thread. Somewhere there's an image she made for me, of a mongoose un-zipping his little mongoose suit...

gwildor wrote:
It's beginning to sound more and more like you're getting ready to turn yourself in and give up the run. I for one think that's a terrible idea. A story this good doesn't deserve to end like that.

Oh hey, I'm having a grand old time, and could live like this, well, forever. Unfortunately, there are other people involved; innocent people who could get hurt or worse if somebody doesn't stop it. I can't in good conscience stand by and see that happen, and the only way I can see to stop it is to walk up to the front doors and speak truth to power. Unfortunately, they'll slap me in irons for my efforts.

I am, however, the master of my own destiny. I'm only at this point because of decisions I've made, and I'll have to live with the consequences of those decisions. Eventually, we all do.

Just glad I've got a little forum here to share my plans with some friends, before I make the leap.

Sorry to hear about Koda.... We traded PMs and a few barbs once upon a time.

She was good with photoshop.

I'll miss her.

Well, somebody was nice enough to dig through their hard-drives, and managed to un-earth the picture that koda made for me, oh, waaaaaay back in the Seeds Wars days.



Thinking of you koda!


Hoo-leee shit! @ Chester, ya' little rodent! Yet another founding member of MPG, and an old OG/SharksTank/PG/MPG rollover specialist.

Hey, listen little critter, couldya' do me a favor?

Old 0.9.9.553 has some serious cross-platform issues with the comms engine, so it won't work without a little tweaking. Now, if I try to 'splain that to everyone in a little while, it would end up taking me a day. It's no big deal, just have something coming up that the curious may want to fire it up, eh. Would it be asking too much for ya' to write up a little guide on how to do aforesaid tweakin' in laymans terms, that oh, say, even Prawn Connery could understand?

You'll know when it's time to post it.

Thanks. I'll owe ya' a beer.

:smoochies:

Plural of Mongoose wrote:
Oh hey, I'm having a grand old time, and could live like this, well, forever. Unfortunately, there are other people involved; innocent people who could get hurt or worse if somebody doesn't stop it. I can't in good conscience stand by and see that happen, and the only way I can see to stop it is to walk up to the front doors and speak truth to power. Unfortunately, they'll slap me in irons for my efforts.

I am, however, the master of my own destiny. I'm only at this point because of decisions I've made, and I'll have to live with the consequences of those decisions. Eventually, we all do.

Just glad I've got a little forum here to share my plans with some friends, before I make the leap.

I hope that whatever happens that things work out OK for you.

I've never wanted to live my life like it's a flat line on a heart monitor. It sounds like maybe you didn't either.

Give me swings, roundabouts and rollercoasters all the fucking way.


xo

And, fuck Motherboard and their fake journalists trying to doxx people for clicks 'n' casual entertainment. Shitbags. If we all have to live with our actions and the consequences of their own actions then when their heads hit the pillow at night maybe they'll resign from faux journalism and go back to being PGP fanbois on Twatter.

Koda took a pic of my nuts and photoshopped them to look like Santa...good times!


http://myplanetganja.com/memberlist.php ... file&u=177" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Roots wrote:Koda took a pic of my nuts and photoshopped them to look like Santa...good times!


http://myplanetganja.com/memberlist.php ... file&u=177" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

OMG haha that really made me laugh. And now I need brain bleach STAT !!!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JrASytJa9ak" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Oh hey, I'm having a grand old time, and could live like this, well, forever. Unfortunately, there are other people involved; innocent people who could get hurt or worse if somebody doesn't stop it. I can't in good conscience stand by and see that happen, and the only way I can see to stop it is to walk up to the front doors and speak truth to power. Unfortunately, they'll slap me in irons for my efforts.

I am, however, the master of my own destiny. I'm only at this point because of decisions I've made, and I'll have to live with the consequences of those decisions. Eventually, we all do.

Just glad I've got a little forum here to share my plans with some friends, before I make the leap.

Respect, that you have taken this extraordinary decision. I mean ... RESPECT !!!!!!!

Oh imagine my shock at finding a link from the latest VJ story leads here...

Smokes, when and I say when, not if, you get that "National Security Letter" or a warrant to image this server from the FBI, you will be locked away if you tell anyone about it.

Now they can't force you to lie. So it's either NO I haven't been served, or I can't comment on the matter.

Silence tells that tale well if it's more comfortable.....

Best of luck.

Donut Breath wrote:Oh imagine my shock at finding a link from the latest VJ story leads here...

Smokes, when and I say when, not if, you get that "National Security Letter" or a warrant to image this server from the FBI, you will be locked away if you tell anyone about it.

Now they can't force you to lie. So it's either NO I haven't been served, or I can't comment on the matter.

Silence tells that tale well if it's more comfortable.....

Best of luck.

That would be typical TLA behavior, really.

Rush around and get warrants and whatnot, cross their fingers I'm Blake whats-his-name level of dumb and am posting from a frickin' hotel in the clear 'cause the Tor Browser is too slow, all in the effort to find out where I am.

As opposed to taking two minutes, registering a handle here, and, you know, dropping me a PM and just asking me.

The Feds have surely gone downhill since the days of Ephraim Zimbalist Junior, imho.

Yeah, if this winds up in a court room, the feds will try to grab your server. You guys should be encrypting your personal conversations.
That being said, I want to hear the rest of the story.

who let these paranoid people in ?
this is MPG first we don't give a flying fuck.
2nd we are small turds in a large cesspool called the net.
let the guy tell his story. smoke some non racy pot and relax.
here try these Lrus007

no kidding lrus!

i did everything i could to get arrested for offering material support of terrorism for years
hell

i even had a "we love you isis!" flag up in the yard



nothing...

were golden here
for some reason

this i nose...

Well, in all honesty as I said before. Some people are afraid of the US Gov't but again for the umpteenth time I am not one of them.

This server if they're interested is at a data center in Canada, which would require an international warrant to seize. Next up, it wouldn't be FBI that would knock on my door or send a letter, which I have not gotten nor do I expect to ever get as the government knows u may but I don't live in fear.

I'm not trading seeds, ordering drugs online, laundering any funds of any illegal proceeds. I pay my taxes, and a whole lot of others and in my local state the Native American tribes have just stepped towards legalizing marijuana as asset to eleviate the poverty the poorest people on the poorest reservations will be leading the way towards open sales and regulation on reservation.

Sure wish I could find NDNGUY again one of these days I should look him up.

See nears as I can tell, and albeit all the stories or what not of who what when where why and how, the fact is none of that transpired here.

If they wanted to talk to me, they would have the day I tracked down the Ghana credit card scammer and went pounding on the secret service office door inside the federal court house in the metro areas where I am.

Or after Old Joints got busted or after oh I dunno, that motorcycle riding fella down the road from OJ or JapanFreak or hell, who knows.

You see, as an American citizen, the law protects me and the burden of proof requires I be tried and convicted before I can have my rights to constitutional rights to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness revolked.

I have a lot of other things to do these days so wrapping myself in Mongoose's saga, as tempting as it maybe, is something I have to take a pass on.

I did however agree to allow him to post the correspondence he has said is germane to his current circumstances that has brought him to the pages of MPG.

It's a long story why this fascinates me and I'm not sure I can explain much further that I'm not breaking any laws by hosting a website, where anyone in the world can login and say what they want.

Take Facebook for example.

I say a lot of shit on Facebook that is extremely critical of the governor of my state, and fallen tribute from district cheese in the hungry for power games and described by Stephen Colbert or anyone else who is vocal about the absurdity of it all.

joined 1hour ago, not to sure about the science fiction ive been reading lately lol.

Lrus007 wrote:who let these paranoid people in ?
this is MPG first we don't give a flying fuck.
2nd we are small turds in a large cesspool called the net.
let the guy tell his story. smoke some non racy pot and relax.
here try these

245425_v1.jpg

Lrus007

Haha. The paranoids came from reddit.

smokebreaks wrote:Well, in all honesty as I said before. Some people are afraid of the US Gov't but again for the umpteenth time I am not one of them.

< Saunters in from the store with a tell-tale clink clink and unpacks shopping bags. Quietly fills up bowls with THC gummy bears, Oreos, lotsa popcorn and Pringles. Refills the fridge with beer and a few bottles of plonk and tosses a packet of refillable lighters on the side with a few packets of smokes. Slowly turns up the music on the stereo to get everyone awake >


Whispers: Are we getting this party started then?

< Passes out in the corner from the exertion >




Edit: spelling

shall i get popcorn too?

AfricanRobopata wrote:shall i get popcorn too?

We have lots but more can't hurt.

Gangs all here !!! or not...

I'm not in a gang, but I am here with a Mr. Jack H. who came with his auto

despite my name i am not a boty

Plural of Mongoose wrote:
[image]http://www.myplanetganja.com/gallery/al ... upmong.jpg[/image]

That pic is awesomeness. Koda sounded like a great friend to y'all. And you're right, no-one ever really dies if people keep thinking and talking about them because that keeps them alive.

It's quite an appropriate image for this thread

bentech wrote:no kidding lrus!

i did everything i could to get arrested for offering material support of terrorism for years
hell

i even had a "we love you isis!" flag up in the yard



nothing...

isis-flag-meaning-cover.jpg

were golden here
for some reason

this i nose...

I hate to be the one to break it to you but you misspelt that flag. It says: "We Love You IRS !"

To me Ross like to 'talk the talk' but didn't 'walk the walk' in a sense and it was his own undoing and greed that got him in the end.

Surely all the evidence they have on VJ is circumstantial at best, its not like VJ was caught logged into a computer chatting to a UC Operative or accessing the site. So why make it easy for them? If they had enough evidence they would have attempted to extradite VJ same as they did for the other admins / mods involved in SR.

Lrus007 wrote:
[image]http://www.phawker.com/wp-content/uploa ... -pills.jpg[/image]
Lrus007

So.... I took one of these smiley tabs you were handing out when I was waiting for y'all to wake up and then I took another and another and then one after the one I did before and then some more and now I think they might have all gone and I'm feeling simply:

kenny-raison wrote:To me Ross like to 'talk the talk' but didn't 'walk the walk' in a sense and it was his own undoing and greed that got him in the end.

Surely all the evidence they have on VJ is circumstantial at best, its not like VJ was caught logged into a computer chatting to a UC Operative or accessing the site. So why make it easy for them? If they had enough evidence they would have attempted to extradite VJ same as they did for the other admins / mods involved in SR.

I can't speak to all of this - particularly Mongoose's motives as the man can speak for himself - but yes, Sir, you're right to an extent.

There's the not small fact that Ross required his moderators and admins to upload scans of their ID to the SR servers which he then kept on the laptop that they (Donuts R Us) managed to grab unencrypted in a public library.

Edit to add: So there was evidence right there on Ulbricht's laptop (along with many, many MANY other incriminating and unencrypted things) for the mods and admins to be extradited and arrested etc that they (the Feds etc.) didn't ever have for VJ. (That I know of).

well_lol_doh wrote:

Lrus007 wrote:
[image]http://www.phawker.com/wp-content/uploa ... -pills.jpg[/image]
Lrus007

So.... I took one of these smiley tabs you were handing out when I was waiting for y'all to wake up and then I took another and another and then one after the one I did before and then some more and now I think they might have all gone and I'm feeling simply:

this reminded me of the running joke about the giant bong with the V8 engine turbo charger that TOG had idling in their lounge

we would brag constantly about how much of what herb from whos seeds was left out for whomever stumbled in

good times

dont recall anyone fucking a dead pig though...

I'm not sure if you're referring to the fact that shagging dead pigs at the end of a party is reportedly de rigeur with the higher echelons of the British Conservative party or if you're talking about fucking the Police kind of pigs, but either way I'm kind of glad you don't remember anyone ever doing it.

Someone needs to give David Cameron a good porking to.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:<snip>
Hoo-leee shit! @ Chester, ya' little rodent! Yet another founding member of MPG, and an old OG/SharksTank/PG/MPG rollover specialist.

Hey, listen little critter, couldya' do me a favor?

Old 0.9.9.553 has some serious cross-platform issues with the comms engine, so it won't work without a little tweaking. Now, if I try to 'splain that to everyone in a little while, it would end up taking me a day. It's no big deal, just have something coming up that the curious may want to fire it up, eh. Would it be asking too much for ya' to write up a little guide on how to do aforesaid tweakin' in laymans terms, that oh, say, even Prawn Connery could understand?

You'll know when it's time to post it.

Thanks. I'll owe ya' a beer.

<sighs>

Dude, do you have ANY idea how long it would take to write that up in detail with the requisite screen shots??

Seriously??

Nope, didn't think so. Especially with that PC comprehension requirement.

There is another path however.

Download and install the tor-browser-bundle (here) https://www.torproject.org/download/dow ... sy.html.en

Then using the tor browser you can find an updated (no new features, just updated tor) TorChat client for windows here: >>> coderodentjy677u.onion <<<

The installation instructions are pretty much the same as JM's video, you just need a newer version of TorChat for it actually work.

I'll look for that version (0.9.9.554) for Mac and Linux, but no promises, as I'm not really sure where to find 'em.

The version referenced in that YouTube video will no longer connect. The tor network has seen several major updates since TorChat version 0.9.9.553. The version 0.9.9.554 TorChat uses a 2015 version of tor.

Thanks for posting that up there Chester, I just couldn't be arsed.

And thank you everyone else for your patience. That post of mine you've been waiting for, will be my next post.

It's going to be in about six hours, but no need to wait up, eh.

It's still going to be here in the morning.

Well, are you all ready for the show? Have you got your popcorn and your drinks?

I'd like to take a moment of your time before this happens to talk about the absurdity of the war on drugs.

In this Bloomberg news article:

Banks Financing Mexico Drug Gangs Admitted in Wells Fargo Deal
June 28, 2010 — 11:00 PM CDT

June 29 (Bloomberg) -- Just before sunset on April 10, 2006, a DC-9 jet landed at the international airport in the port city of Ciudad del Carmen, 500 miles east of Mexico City. As soldiers on the ground approached the plane, the crew tried to shoo them away, saying there was a dangerous oil leak. So the troops grew suspicious and searched the jet.
They found 128 black suitcases, packed with 5.7 tons of cocaine, valued at $100 million. The stash was supposed to have been delivered from Caracas to drug traffickers in Toluca, near Mexico City, Mexican prosecutors later found. Law enforcement officials also discovered something else.

http://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/ ... s-u-s-deal

It's a story that makes this whole PoM and the whole Silk Road thing seem pretty tame.

Maybe the online anonymous marketplace had potential to curtail too much profit from the monopolies of prohibition and no one seems to want to do anything about the real law breakers.

How a big US bank laundered billions from Mexico's murderous drug gangs
As the violence spread, billions of dollars of cartel cash began to seep into the global financial system. But a special investigation by the Observer reveals how the increasingly frantic warnings of one London whistleblower were ignored

http://www.theguardian.com/world/2011/a ... drug-gangs

The fine for this egregiousness was a paltry $1.5 MM and no bank executive is locked away with no chance of parole.

Now if the claims Mongoose makes are true, someone has to do some explaining and I'd hope that the media paying attention here now exercise their rights and responsibilities as guardians of the fourth estate to push these issuse and hold those in charge to account.

Is this six hours in black people time?

lol, no... it's POM time... = give or take 24 hours.

I'm sure his internet went down... the power went out, or maybe his scanner broke.

the poor guy's like a walking EMP!

Roots wrote:Is this six hours in black people time?

Heh heh. Six hours in drug dealer time. Five minutes always end up being five hours

Munchy wrote:
I'm sure his internet went down... the power went out, or maybe his scanner broke.

the poor guy's like a walking EMP!

<insert REALLY GOOD excuse here>

<preens>

<skips over to hit that big red 'Post it' button.>

"I offer my opponents a bargain: if they will stop telling lies about me, I will stop telling the truth about them."

-- Adlai Stevenson

OK then.

I've had some fun re-telling some adventures from years ago, but I'm afraid that part of this has come to a close. Maybe I'll come back later and finish them, if I have time before I'm incarcerated.

Now it's time to explain what's been going on for the last two years, which hopefully will answer some of the questions that you may have.

Unlike the previous posts here, I'm not going to go out of my way to be witty, funny or entertaining. There will be no poetic license, no facts shaded by presentation because it reads better. OK, mebbe I'll be just a little bit witty, sometimes I can't help myself.

Just the facts, Jack.

TLDR; Right up front here, so you know if you want to keep reading, or not.

This is the story of what I've been doing the last two years. The story of $75,000,000 of pirates treasure in bitcoins. The story of a rogue, highly placed member of the Federal Bureau of Investigation who has been making better than an average of a $1,000,000 a month, committing felonies with wild abandon, just because he can. The story of a bent Federale who has leaked me secret grand jury information in an effort to keep me *out* of the hands of his colleagues. The story of an Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York who, in spite of being made aware of much of this, has chosen to do nothing, likely so as to not embarrass his office and politically minded boss. That hasn't even got me started on the kidnapping and torture plot. Don't worry, I'll get to it, but it's nasty.

*Spoiler alert: There are no innocent people named in this tale, myself included. Maybe a life lesson or two, maybe not.

So, let's wind our calenders back a couple of years to the beginning of October, 2013. I was on a long haul flight on Air China, on my way to, of all places, China. After a brief stop there rushing through the hellhole that is Taipei Airport, I then flew, also on Air China, to Suvarnabhumi Airport in Bangkok, arriving tired as shit in the early in the morning of October 4, local time, after way too many hours in airports and flying. There is no wifi/Internet on Air China, even in business class, so I had no idea what was going on in the outside world, so to speak, for the last couple of days.

Upon arrival, I took a cab to my hotel, and was relaxing in my suite watching the television, when the news of the fall of the Silk Road website came on. Well, golly. You could have knocked me down with a feather. I unpacked my things, took a shower to wash the airline off, and took a well deserved nap. Waking in the late afternoon, I went out to hop bars along the soi at Pat Pong II and get stinking drunk. Not because of the news, mind you; that's what I always did when I got to BKK—got stinking drunk. You'll find that a common theme over the next year. I'm nothing, if not a creature of habit.

Now this is the part where everyone wants to know how I went on the run, etcetera. How did I manage to evade what everyone assumes was the closing grasp and wrath of the United States Department of Justice.

Well, I went back to the hotel, got some sleep, and went out and did the same thing again the next day. And the next. Yes, this is how I apparently 'go on the run'. Pitiful, I know.

I had long since had a flight booked to take me to Phuket for a visit, and then Samui for a month or so. Eventually I flew back through BKK to Trat, and after the usual harrowing songthaew ride to the ferry, ended up on the island that had been my home for close to a year and a half.

I continued to live on the same place on the beach as I had since I had arrived in Thailand. Over the next six months (Just rippin' through my passport real quick like here and checking visas and stamps and dates.) I left the country three or four times, by both air and land border crossings; each time returning to my same little place on the beach. Ah, this is life on the run. If anyone truly wanted to find me, it would have taken about 90 minutes.

In April, Songkran, the Thai New Year was coming up. I'd also recalled from the previous year, that also meant five months of waves up to my front door, no beach, and having everything I owned being wet for five months. My love affair with beachfront living was over. I moved inland, to a nice place in the jungle. No waves. Goddammit, those cicada's are loud, though.

If you dropped onto the island and hit any of, oh, say, all the bars, it would have taken about two bars to find someone that knew me, who I was and where I lived. I mention this because at some point in time I'm going to be accused of being a fugitive, on the run, furtively trying to hide my location and identity.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

And then a funny thing happened, way up in the jungle with shitty cellular reception, and as a result even shittier Internet access.

A new contact popped up on my chat.

It was a person whom I would eventually refer to as 'A highly placed FBI *tergiversator' in an email to Mr. Serrin Turner, Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York. For now, showing a complete lack of imagination, I labeled the contact 'Bob'.

*I often get shit for using a big word, when a more diminutive one would suffice. However in this case, to badly paraphrase Humpty Dumpty; when I use a word, it means exactly what it is defined to mean, neither more nor less. A tergiversator is someone who turns renegade; who uses evasions, subterfuge and the trust of those around him to betray the cause to which he was sworn. Yep, cannot think of a word that better describes the individual known to me as 'Bob'.

Now I didn't have a name for this contact, but as we had various conversations the subject of vanity names for hidden services came up. He liked the name 'Chrysippus', as in Chrysippus of Soli, a Greek Stoic philosopher. Hey, I'm named after a Viverridae, who am I to throw stones. He must have either hired someone or put some hardware to work, because eventually he dropped his old random 16 alphanumeric torchat id, and started to use ZenChrysippus47e. The name was *very* important to him, and he'd get pissed when I wouldn't use it, and continued to just call him Bob, until he finally got so pissed of I relented and started to refer to him as Chrysippus. Dude had issues, and the name was *real* important to him.

Over time, it came out that he was a highly placed member of the FBI.

Yeah, I know, he said it on the Internet, so it must be true, right? It wasn't like that at all. Without going through the whole process, let's just say he more than convinced me. As we go along here, you'll be convinced too, so suspend your disbelief for a while, and read on.

It started out with things like Atlantis. He had, for a princely sum, kept the management of Atlantis updated with documents that eventually led to them shutting the site down, fearing the feds nipping at their heels. Now, there's been rumors about that for a long time, and anyone could claim that after the fact, sure. But this was just the beginning of him laying out his bonafides, and eventually he'd get around to telling me about things before they happened.

But the thing is, he had a btc wallet. A btc wallet with well over 300,000 btc in it, worth about $75,000,000 at current pricing. This wallet was unfortunately encrypted, which is why he was spending all this time wooing me. How it exactly came into his possession was never made clear, just that it came from 'Silk Road'. Whether it was from a laptop or memory stick, the server that was imaged originally, or any of the dozens of tertiary servers that the site made use of, was never clear. What was made clear that nobody else knew that it existed, 'cept of course for me now. And DPR, of course, whose treasure it was he had looted. Wasn't there a record of where he had taken it from? Nope, he was a pro, and covered his tracks.

Let me say here, Chrysippus is wicked fucking smart. A fucking computer genius, a razor sharp mind, and an unbelievable eye for detail and minutiae. I hadn't heard anything about an encrypted wallet with 300k in it, and it was starting to seem plausible that he had in fact managed to gain possession of it without leaving any trace of its existence.

And Chrysippus had a plan; a long-term, well thought out plan, to get access to what was in his mind now his $75,000,000. Did I mention he was patient as all get out too?

The odds were, he and others involved in the investigation and prosecution of Ross Ulbricht figured, that he was going to be sentenced to between forty years and life. Nobody thought it would possibly be any less than that. And as I said, Chrysippus is nothing if not patient. His plan, while long term, was also pretty darned simple.

He was going to patiently wait for Ross to be convicted, and after he was convicted, he would eventually be transferred to a permanent home in a federal prison. Once there, it takes a while to go through intake, move to a temporary wing while being assessed, and it could take six months or more at the prison before he would be placed in what would become his 'permanent' home.

Once Ross was permanently housed, Chrysippus was going to work on getting people inside the facility, convicts and employees alike, to arrange it so he could communicate with Ross. (This isn't near as hard as it sounds. When I was in Max Security Wandsworth Prison at the pleasure of the Queen, one of my celly's had a brand new iPhone 4, and 'cause I was teaching him to grow, I got to make use of it on a regular basis.)

Now, this is where I come in. He figured, for whatever far-flung reason, that I could convince Ross to cough up the pass-phrase he needed. He also had a second theory, and that was that Ross only had 1/2 the pass-phrase, and I had the other 1/2. Either way, I am critical to his plan.

Timeline-wise, we're at about this time last year, mid-September 2014. He wants me to move to Singapore, where he can set up a safe house and know that I'm clear of the clutches of the DOJ.

I tell him he's on fucking crack, I'm not going anywhere under his control.

The guy is getting pissed at me for not toeing the line he's laying out. It's mostly entertainment for me. I have no interest in the millions he's offering me to assist in his plan, and it's also pretty obvious to me that if I did help, he wouldn't need me around after it's completion.

He continues to build up his bonafides for me.

He claims that his machinations have kept anyone from finding me so far. Now, he doesn't know where I am, but that's not because I'm hard to find. It's like him saying he's got a rock that protects me from lions—-I don't see any lions around, do you-—and taking credit for my lion-free existence. Plus, I like lions.

So he feeds me other tidbits, some minor that pan out right away, others major that don't come out for months and months.

In late October, this was before Halloween (I know this because I racked my motorbike into a tree on Halloween, so that date sticks in my mind.), he drops a couple of bombshells on me. First one, nob is a fed. That's no fucking surprise, what's the point. Chrysippus then details for me the antics of United States Drug Enforcement Agency agent Carl Mark Force IV and United States Secret Service agent Shaun Bridges, and the current state of the grand jury investigation into them. OK, I was a little bit gob-smacked. He gave me lots of details, and I gotta say I was impressed. This was one of those things, that when it became public, would pretty much seal Chrysippus as a source of accurate information not available to many, and his claims of being highly placed in the FBI would deserve serious merit.

He also stresses how stupid they were to do anything but just fucking hold onto their ill gotten gains. He proudly informed me that he had earnings of over 4 million dollars from his extra-curricular activities in the last few months alone. *His* long term plans consisted of hoarding his ill-gotten gains. When he had a few hundred million--that was his goal--he'd quietly retire to a tax friendly jurisdiction, and live the life he deserved. Meanwhile, there were so many opportunities for him.

You see, our friend Chrysippus fancied himself something of an Omar Little character, stealing and extorting from those that couldn't turn to the authorities. He was working on either worming or hacking his way into all the major markets. He was running his own little private operations on major DNM dealers, and in general cleaning up, in this, his new wild west.

His credibility lagged for quite a while, as the news of Force and Bridges failed to break. (I don't know for sure, but from what I gather Dratel wasn't even made aware of the grand jury investigation until November, well after I had got the news.) When the Ulbircht court case came along and still nothing, I teased him unmercifully. He was fucking livid, and it showed through in his messages to me.

Now, understand that we weren't chatting in real time, for the most part. I run a modified program that is compatible with torchat. (It doesn't however, log. It's also not Ricochet, I said compatible with torchat, eh.) We'd both leave our chat clients running pretty much 24/7, allowing for bad cellular service, thunder storms, coups, drunks hitting the main power lines for the island, etcetera. So often I'd log on to my computer to receive a [delayed] message or three from him. And sometimes they were rants, assuring me that fucking Force and fucking Bridges were going to be arrested any fucking day, I'd see. Other times, they were bits of information that I could follow up on over the next few weeks, to see he in fact *did* have information that only someone in his position could have.

And one day, he did something weird. I mean weird, even for him. He signed off one one of his rants with:
--cwt

Just like that. Normally, it was Chrysippus, or nothing.

So I waited until we were chatting one time in real time, and sprung that one him. What was with the --cwt? Now, you can tell when someone is flustered, even in text. The cadence of the responses changes, they pontificate on off-topic themes while they think, or try to move the conversation to another topic. I kept bringing it back around.

Finally, he says that it stands for Carat, as in the unit for measuring the weight of diamonds. His code name, is in fact, he tells me, Diamond. From that day on, he used Diamond, dropping the Chrysippus he was so proud of, completely. (He retained the ZenChrysippus47e torchat addy, even to this day.) So there we have it, case solved. I don't think so, hmm.

Chrysippus
--cwt
Diamond

When he is finally uncovered, and dammit I was close for a while there, I'm sure that at least two, and possibly all three, of those tag lines are going to become crystal clear. We'll see.

Many months later, when the Force and Bridges fiasco finally broke, he was fucking ecstatic. See, did I see now, did I? He was insufferably smug. He kept wanting me to follow this link, or that link, or read this article. Now, it may surprise you to know that I had zero interest in following all the DNM crap that's been going on the last two years. Finally I relented and allowed him to send me a few snippets of articles and court filings and whatnot, that confirmed the details of what he had been telling me. Later I did a bit of digging around on my own, and discovered that for all his hubris, Diamond had managed to leave out one of Forces major fuck-ups.

One day, using a fucking work computer, I believe, Force sent a message to Dread Pirate Roberts, and signed off on it...

Carl

Little bells went off in my head. I could see Diamond, as Chrysippus, doing the exact same thing when he was all excited and pissed off I wasn't taking him seriously. No doubt in my mind now. Chrysippus was going to figure in who Diamond was, and so will --cwt. Diamond, I think, was just a quick response the situation, and he insisted on using it exclusively now. Food for thought, for sure.

Now, over the next six months, past the trial and into March 2015, Diamond kept insisting that it was him keeping me safe. He also started to get nastier and nastier, because I refused to cooperate in his planning to obtain the keys to the encrypted wallet. I became inured to his regular threats, but I know he was serious. If I ever fucked up and fell into the hands of the Feds, he had the reach and knew the people, and most importantly had the funds, to have me killed. If I fucked up in SE Asia, whatever country, he'd reach out and have me killed. Basically, if I didn't do exactly what he wanted, or ended up in custody of any authority, he'd have me killed.

During that time, I was in and out of Thailand a few times, with no difficulties whatsoever. In December I obtained a retirement visa, which meant I didn't have to roll over sixty day tourist visa's, which required leaving the country, going to an embassy, and taking a couple of days to get another sixty day visa. (The 'visa runs' in the news they are cracking down on in Thailand are walk over/walk back, get a 15 or 30 day stamp, kinda things, and are kinda dodgy. I obeyed the spirit and letter of the law.) In March 2015 I checked in with immigration and confirmed my address, something you have to do every 90 days on a retirement visa. No problems with the authorities, at all. Hmmm...

In March, Diamond stepped it up a notch. At the beginning of the month, he gave me 30 days to go to a location of his choosing, and stay there until his plan was complete. At that time, that meant a long time. His plan was, and still is I believe (I'll ask him as soon as I post this, and send him a link, eh.) to make his move to contact Ross between Christmas and New Years. He feels that is when Ross would be most vulnerable. He's probably right.

On March 7, Diamond was once again fucking ecstatic. He was working on ripping off all the DNMs, and was often bragging about his skills and abilities. He was in the process of making an over $6,000,000 score in btc! He'd managed to get into one of the DNMs, root the server, and sat in the bush waiting to get an IP for an admin. He'd been successful in that a few weeks earlier, and had bribed/hired some folks to find the location of said admin. He demanded six million+ dollars (lots of jabs about him being the six million dollar man. Dude has a weird ego, man.), which they didn't have sitting around, unless they raped the market for it. But he had them by the fucking short hairs, man. This was a done deal, and I'd heard it from him first. Suck that, eh.

10 days later, Evolution market was no more.

Yeah, his bonafides were racking up, and I was for the first time really worried that this fucker was going to try and force me to do his bidding, or kill me. Or, more accurately, force me to do his bidding and then kill me. Either way, not good.

I made plans to relocate to another country for the usual reasons. You know, so I didn't end up dead.

Meanwhile in March, I started hearing about four men moving about the island, asking about me. These weren't locals, they were farang; rude white men. Two Russians, and two Americans. I doubt they worked for the DOJ. Diamond was getting serious, and I was keeping my head low.

In early April Diamond informed me that there was an Interpol red notice for me, and that officials in SE Asia had been requested to detain me. He insisted I was going to be rounded up any day now, and the only safe place was with him. Coincidentally, he had a team in Thailand right now, who could help me. Oh, joy.

Now, I had a pretty darned good relationship with the figures of authority on the island, to put it mildly. It was time to dust off those relationships, and see what's going on.

I jumped on a borrowed motorcycle (Don't ask about mine, the story still pains me.), and cruised down to a bar, just down from one of the police boxes on the island. Little local stations, consisting of usually about a 200 sq. ft. building, with tables and chairs outside. Casual little places, where the locals go to interact with the local police. I wander over to the police box, and nod at a uniform I know. He wanders over, and I ask him, are you guys looking for me?

No, *we're* not, but immigration is, I think. Yeah, here's the paper. He shows it to me, and sure enough, there's a really shitty copy of one of my visa pictures on there. Well, fuck.

In the interests of community support, I invite the fine gentleman back to the bar for a drink, and maybe he could find out what the immigration police wanted? Sure, he'd love to, so off to the bar we went.

He made a phone call, and about 15 minutes later a pickup truck with a couple of immigration police showed up, they sat down and we ordered a bottle of Sangsom Thai whiskey, and a bucket of ice. This was serious conversation we were having, and called for serious drink.

Yes, they were looking for me, they even had little flyer's in Thai with my picture, and offering a reward. Did I want them to go back to the office to get one? Erm, no thanks, I've already seen one, thank you very much anyways.

We ordered another bottle of Sangsom, that first one went fast.

How much was the reward, I asked.

Twenty thousand Thai baht, I was told. If the long arm of the US DOJ was really behind this, they were going all out. $700 or so. Wow. I left a bundle of 50,000 THB on the table to cover the tab, said good-bye to the smiling officials divvying up the loot, and headed home. Yep, it was definitely time to move on. You know, before the police or immigration folks found me.

I soon informed Diamond that I'm afraid his Russian/American tag-teams had missed me, I was gone gone gone outta the country, and how was his week going?

Well, you'd think I kicked his puppy! He went fucking mental, and started going on about his backup plan. He would kidnap Ross Ulbrichts sister, or mother, or ideally both. Get a video capable phone in front of Ross Ulbricht, and he'd give up that fucking pass phrase, and Diamond would have them tortured until he did. I had his bonafides by now, and knew him well enough to know he was serious about this. Come Christmas, if I wasn't well in position exactly where he wanted me to be, I'd be responsible for the results.

So, I still had some time, but really, what the fuck could I do?

Oh, he was bragging about how he did this, and how he did that, and left me a bit to work with. I've amassed thousand of hours on, and messages from technical irc channels that may be discussing issues he'd be working on/needing to know, and well over 10,000 emails of technical lists relating to the problem at hand. Did I think I could find him and stop him? Eventually, yes, but now he was getting serious about this kidnapping thing, and it was time to bite the bullet.

In this case, biting the bullet was turning myself in, because writing an anonymous postcard wasn't going to cut it. If I was to keep him from kidnapping those two women, which he'd do if I didn't turn myself over to him, I was going to have to turn myself over to the DOJ folks, so they could take the appropriate action to protect those people, and maybe even figure out just who this sick fuck was, and stop him.

Easiest thing in the world, turning yourself in, you'd think.

You'd also be wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

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Subject: Indictment and extradition
Date: 11 May 2015 16:20
From: "Scott Hoffman" <zybose@Safe-mail.net>
To: serrin.turner@usdoj.gov
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09 May 2015

Serrin Turner
Assistant United States Attorney
U.S. Attorney's Office
Southern District of New York
1 St. Andrew's Plaza
New York, New York 10007
U.S.A.

by email: serrin.turner@usdoj.gov


Sir,

My name is Thomas Clark.

A highly placed FBI tergiversator who goes by the alias 'Diamond' informed me
{redacted}

{redacted}
As Diamond appears to have access to FBI intelligence at a high level, please govern dissemination of this and future communications accordingly.

{redacted}

Sincerly,

Mr. Clark
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Now, I know that's not exactly the most informative snippet from an email, but bear with me.

And yeah, I used the word 'tergiversator'. I'm sure Mr. Turner got one of the older children, or an adult, to help him use the dictionary to determine its meaning, so it's all good.

The contents of the email informed Mr. Turner that secret grand jury information, and the existence of a sealed indictment had been passed on to me by Diamond. I also touched on the fact that I was aware the authorities in SE Asia had been requested to detain me for extradition (That's the immigration police job in Thailand, btw.) I offered to cooperate with the service of the indictment on me, to wit, turn myself in. Releasing secret grand jury information, or even the existence of a sealed indictment is, I understand, a felony. Now revealing the existence of my *own* sealed indictment likely wouldn't be prosecutable. However, the information from that grand jury likely would be. So that's why that shit is redacted up there. Oh, and also, instructions on how to contact me, and a private PGP key so, you know, we can keep it all private and secure.

OK, then. Let's see how that goes.

<crickets>

I know it was opened and read.

<crickets>

I redoubled my efforts to track down Diamond. He was going to be going after the big markets, hell, the small markets too, as well as the major dealers. I don't have near his assets, or available personnel, so I cross the dealers, and the small markets, off my list, and concentrate on the large markets. He's going to try in get inside them. I'm going to try and get inside them first, and catch him. Oh, this is gonna be fun, eh. Now, I'm no über-hacker, or even a poor coder. I do have a good mind for how things work, and I can follow a flow chart. However, I have problems figuring out how to do a drop shadow in .css, and to me the ultimate html tag is the <blink> tag. I have a good eye for spotting weaknesses, and I'm not too shabby at social engineering. Jack of all trades, master of none.

Meanwhile, I furiously mended fences with Diamond. I wasn't taking him serious in the beginning, and even once I realized he was who he said, and he was amassing millions of dollars in ill gotten gains, it wasn't until he started obsessing on the kidnappings, that I realized I had a fucking lunatic on my hands. A lunatic highly placed in the FBI, with a massive off the books private budget, who thought that kidnapping and torture were the solution to his problems, and he starting to get a few other screws loose, as well. I do know how to pick my enemies, eh.

So towards the end of May, I convinced Diamond that I would in fact go along with his plan. I concentrated on the 'I convince Ross to give me the pass-phrase' version, but he was still going to plan the kidnappings. He wants me where I'll be 'safe', and we finally work out a compromise. I convince him that me sitting a room for six months waiting for this to go down is ridiculous. I said that in six months, at the end of November, I'd go where he wanted and we'd finish planning the operation. I also negotiated my cut from 10%, to a flat $15,000,000. The tiny fact that he agreed without much argument made it obvious that I was never going to collect, or perhaps wasn't even going to remain breathing.

I gave myself four months to see if I could uncover him. If not, I'd have to come up with something else. I spend the next four months, sixteen hours a day, trying to track that fucker down.

I also decided to take another shot at Mr. Serrin Turner, Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York. Shit, that whole DNM thing was their bailiwick, and I'll give it one more try.

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Subject: Re: Indictment and extradition
Date: 27 May 2015 16:21
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27 May 2015

Serrin Turner
Assistant United States Attorney
U.S. Attorney's Office
Southern District of New York
1 St. Andrew's Plaza
New York, New York 10007
U.S.A.

by email: serrin.turner@usdoj.gov


Sir,

Mr. Turner, I am disappoint.

It has been over two weeks, and I have yet to receive a response to my previous email to you.

I am loath to communicate details concerning the rogue FBI character Diamond over insecure unencrypted email, as it has been made clear to me that my life would be in danger if I had any dealings with the U.S. justice system in any form.

Diamond has previously shown to have inside knowledge that would have only been available to someone with insider knowledge. On or about 30 October 2014 I was informed that nob/Force along with another player had abused their positions to steal over US$1.5 million. That later proved to be accurate.

On or about 7 March 2015 I was informed that a major 'Dark Net Market' would be closing within the next two weeks, as a result of the successful extortion of over US$6 million from the operators of the site by Diamond. Less than two weeks later Evolution market was gone. Diamond claims that total earnings from extorting similar sites is in excess of US$10 million.

Naturally I have been unable to determine whether or not Diamonds claim that there is a sealed indictement for me is accurate. I have been able to confirm that Cambodian and Thai border agents / Immigration Police have my picture and information, along with orders to detain me if I attempt a crossing or exit. There is also a cash incentive reward for information leading to my location and aprehension.

The scheme which Diamond is attempting to involve me in will yield over an order of magnitude more return than the Evolution extortion, some US$70 million+ in total.

Under the circumstances, I'm very concerned about falling into the clutches of Diamond, or subjecting myself to custody of the U.S. justice system, where considering the money involved, I would be in fear for my life.

I contacted you as it is obvious that Diamond has information that is closely related to investigations that your office is involved in. It occurs to me that your office may in fact believe that you are au fait with the situation vis-Ã -vis Diamond, inasmuch as this may all be the result of a sanctioned investigative process. If that is the case, may I suggest that it has run off the rails quite some time ago.

I intend to uncover the identity of Diamond; I have a pretty good idea how to go about that, and if you and/or your office are unable or unwilling to assist, perhaps you could pass my information on to someone who can.

Sincerely,

Mr. Clark
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Oh, and the public key I supplied to Mr. Turner, and signed the emails with.

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<crickets>

Once again, I know the email was read.

<crickets>

I had four months until my self imposed deadline. If I couldn't find him and stop him by the 26 September, I was going to have to come up with a Plan B.

This right here, what you're reading, is pretty much my Plan B.

I know, weak sauce, eh. I'm kinda disappointed in it myself.

However, I'm thinking this is going to be a *wee* bit harder to ignore than an email.

Now, I wasn't idle over the last four months.

Diamond was honing in on his next target, and it was going to be Agora. I stared at Agora until my eyes bled, until finally I saw a chink, a teensy tiny little opportunity, and one that I could use to my advantage. With the right timing, I could use that advantage to snare Diamond, and I spent a long time honing my fucking plan with him as target.

Annnnnnnd, Agora announces they're shutting down, thank you very much, and thanks for playing. Please tip your waitress on the way out.

I was, and still am, crushed. It was a damn good plan, and its usefulness disappeared with Agora.

I spent the next few weeks cadging Diamond for clues as to what he's up to next, but he's all curled up into himself pissed at missing taking down Agora, and all the btc that would have brought him. He's back talking about nothing but kidnapping again. Well, fuck.

Oh, I've started down a few roads with a few ideas, but honestly, there's now no way I can possibly do anything in time to stop the corrupt fucker.

Someone has to make sure he doesn't succeed in kidnapping Ross's sister and/or mother, and it would be kind of swell of them to make sure Ross doesn't come to any harm at the hands of one of Diamond's agents as well.

Diamond, suck it, you're not getting the $75,000,000.

Also, I'm not done with you yet.

If you want to talk to Diamond, I see him online, right this very fucking minute. The instructions to fire up a workable version of torchat that will talk to his old one are in one of the previous posts. Drop in and say 'hey' to him. Don't be surprised if he's in a bit of a bad mood. He's just going to be discovering he's been brought out into the sunlight.

And back several pages of this thread, the question was how have I managed to stay out of jail.

The answer is simple: the folks who should have been trying to put me in jail, didn't want me in jail. Likely still don't, but let's see where this goes from here, mmmkay? (Plus, the locals aren't to concerned with the affairs of a country thousands of miles away.)

And finally, if there's anyone at the DOJ who's not corrupt, isn't secretly involved in a DNM, or isn't too politically timid to deal with a hot potato, drop me a note. My email is zybose@safe-mail.net. I'd like to surrender. Again.

I don't see myself turning myself into any second tier nations authorities, it wouldn't likely take much cash spread around to end my life in a hurry. But I'm hoping we can work out a method for me to come in and defend myself against any indictment that may be hanging over my head. Let's see if the DOJ can manage to accept my surrender and not get me killed by one of their rogues in the process.

Wow. I'm a bit lost for words. That's very rare for me. Thanks for sharing your story. I hope you're ok and will stay safe x

Just so so you don't spend too much time scratching your head --cwt stands for Christopher W. Tarbell.

Thank you for posting you story. It will be interesting to see what's true and what's not, because I KNOW the Evo story is bullshit. I'm not saying you made it up, PoM, I'm saying you were probably led to believe this Diamond is cooler than he really is. K and V had their game tight. There was a reason their wiki only suggested using Whonix.

Moustache wrote:Just so so you don't spend too much time scratching your head --cwt stands for Christopher W. Tarbell.

I don't buy that.

Tarbell was gone by the time the interesting stuff was going on.

That's exactly what he wanted you to believe. that cwt stuff is pretty damming if you ask me, plus if anyone had the tools at their disposal it would be him.

Wow.

Now, if any of you folks decides to try what PoM suggests at home (connecting to "DIAMOND" via TorChat), there are a few TorChat features you can use to satisfy your insatiable curiosity a bit more safely.

TorChat allows you to delete yourself as a contact from the remote end. It sounds strange, yet it works. Test it for yourself first.

Set-up torchat on 2 computers, and add one to the other as a contact.
[image]http://www.myplanetganja.com/gallery/al ... lobing.jpg[/image]

You'll be able to chat away. (since torchat does a loop-back test connection you can chat with yourself)
[image]http://www.myplanetganja.com/gallery/al ... onnect.jpg[/image]


Then right-click on a contact and select "delete contact" while connected.
[image]http://www.myplanetganja.com/gallery/al ... Delete.jpg[/image]
(the while connected is important, that's the icon either red, orange, or green)

And, after you answer yes to the "are you sure", you will see that it deletes the contact from both ends. Pretty neat.

Personally, I still wouldn't connect to a certifiable nut-job even using tor as a 100-foot pole. Still, some are bound to try.

Stay safe.



(Note there are separate x86 and x64 versions of torchat)

gwildor wrote:That's exactly what he wanted you to believe. that cwt stuff is pretty damming if you ask me, plus if anyone had the tools at his disposal it would be him.

Yep. AND he's now Christopher Tarbell, (ret.) and running a security consultancy rather than an agent anymore.

Chester wrote: Personally, I still wouldn't connect to a certifiable nut-job even using tor as a 100-foot pole. Still, some are bound to try.

Stay safe.

Lol. Yep. I'm with you In fact, I wouldn't touch him with someone else's 100 foot Tor protected pole.

Moustache wrote:Just so so you don't spend too much time scratching your head --cwt stands for Christopher W. Tarbell.

Any more thoughts or insights Moustache?

Plural of Mongoose wrote:

Moustache wrote:Just so so you don't spend too much time scratching your head --cwt stands for Christopher W. Tarbell.

I don't buy that.

Tarbell was gone by the time the interesting stuff was going on.

Tarbell is another one of them 'wicked smaht' type folks, and I really can't see it being him.

No, my theory is that it is someone that is currently still highly placed within the FBI.

I think the --cwt was the tag line of another personae, one active in an ongoing FBI project.

And I think that Mister Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York Serrin Turner, or someone who has an big-ass office that looks a lot like his, has got a big stack of files for an operation somewhere that are signed off --cwt.

And I think right now files are being shredded and hard drives are being wiped.

And finally, I think they'll miss something important, somewhere--they always do--and eventually the whole sordid story is going to come out.

Amazing.... Do you think the Agora shut down had to do with all this? Seems like perfect timing on their part.
Diamond was aware of Force and Bridges, but were they aware of him? I still imagine a scenario where Force and Bridges and Diamond were running SR, one or both not knowing the other was a fed, both planing on running away with the money, while ross took the fall. Probably a fantasy.

A-C-A-B wrote:Thank you for posting you story. It will be interesting to see what's true and what's not, because I KNOW the Evo story is bullshit. I'm not saying you made it up, PoM, I'm saying you were probably led to believe this Diamond is cooler than he really is. K and V had their game tight. There was a reason their wiki only suggested using Whonix.

If I had gone through every detail of our communications during the process, my post wouldn't have made it up here by Christmas, eh.

Diamond told me he 'had' Evolution, and was negotiating his take for the scheme. When he told me it would be gone in 2 weeks, I scoffed at him. The Force & Bridges stuff taking so long to come out, and nary a whisper of it during the trial, made it easier 'n fuck to goad him. If Evolution wasn't gone within the two weeks specified, he would give me an advance of a cool $1,000,000 in btc, for what I guess we'll start calling 'The Pirates Gold Encrypted Wallet' scheme.

With that kind of prior knowledge, without a clue (Well, everyone was always screaming exit scam about one market or another, Agora got it the worst, and exited like gentlemen, go figger.) that anything was going to happen, the exit was sudden and swift, and 10 days after he made that promise.

So, either Kimble and/or Verto *is* Diamond (Not to be lightly dismissed, I'm sure there are a fucking TON of renegade feds working their way, privately, up the lucrative, multi-billion-dollar DNM food-chain. It's the new wild west, and those fed-techies have the skill-sets and insider knowledge to fucking clean up.), or Diamond managed to find a way in. That's not too unlikely, he would have had literally nation-state level of hardware and illegal monitoring at his disposal, that could do correlation attacks that only someone with nation-state level assets could even think of attempting.

Diamond ain't some script kiddy in mums basement installing LOIC because he fancies himself a 733t hax0r.

So unless you're Kimble or Verto, you can't really say for sure. And if you *are* Kimble or Verto, take a long hard gander at the other guy, eh.

Peace

That Hamilton Ontario hax0r that was trying to fuck with me had a 16 TB cloud server at its disposal.

I was pretty astonished when I first read about the dirty agents involved in the SR/Ulbricht takedown, it's like high level LE in the US has become little more than a glorified, globalized, oversized typical Third World cesspool of official corruption. Post 9-11, of course these scumbags have been elevated to "hero" status and thus rendered even less accountable. I guess the stupider, meaner and lower level ones have taken their unaccountability and used it to bully and murder visible minorities and other unfortunates with impunity while the "brighter lights" and higher-ups have turned the endemic unaccountability, corruption and lawlessness to more lucrative ends like large scale theft and general gangsterism. Thus imperial collapse manifests itself in the usual banal ways: lofty principles, ideals, and rule of law become increasingly less important and are replaced with the simple ethos of unprincipled greed, cruelty, and lust for power. We know in the wake of Snowden's revelations what open and sneering contempt they hold for the US Constitution and the Bill of Rights--and thus for their sworn oaths of office.

Again, apologies for impugning your character and putting you in the same box with these vicious rats who operate under the color of law.

Why though adopt the nom de guerre of your first editor, friend, and mentor Variety Jones though as a handle at SR? if he/she actually exists I hope that choice didn't put any heat on them. Or on apparently wholly innocent collateral victims like PlutoPete.

Someone sent me a link to an article on Motherboard, about my little post above.

Now, I don't normally read articles like that, in fact when asked to comment by the author on one, oh, about a week ago, I declined. I told him then that I won't even read it, because if asked about the contents later, I can honestly say I don't know anything about the contents of the article.

That said, I was assured that it pretty much only contained information from here, so I made my risky click of the day.

http://motherboard.vice.com/read/variety-jones-a-corrupt-fbi-agent-is-hunting-me-so-im-turning-myself-in

Well, right off the bat, they up-gefucked the title, eh.

No, I'm not turning myself in because a corrupt FBI agent is hunting me; I'm turning myself in because a corrupt FBI agent is going to kidnap and torture innocent people in his attempts to get the keys to $75 million in BTC. Aw, well, close enough, I guess.

I did have to fucking giggle at one part, though...

Turner did not immediately respond to Motherboard's request for comment

No shit, eh.

I gotta say, I'm going to be really fucking pissed if he returns your email before he returns mine.

<skips off to check zybose@safe-mail.net>

Nope. No email from Mr. Serrin Turner. Imagine my surprise.


HEY EVERYONE!

Please do NOT PM or email me with questions. I'm getting the same ones over and over here. Take a second and register (use a fake .gov email, heh) and post, if you have a question. I'll do my best to get around to most, if not all of them.




EDIT: OK, just re-read this after posting it, and it sounds kinda prickish about the PMs, and I didn't mean it to.

I'm loving reading most the PMs. (And deleting 'em immediately so my inbox doesn't crap out, so don't assume I have yer previous one, eh.) Lemme instead say, if you ONLY have a question that would be suitable for the thread, please post it here.

Holy shit!!!!!
I already knew that PoM is good for a decent drama, but this one leaves me with my mouth open. I am happy, that I was able to enjoy my self cooked japanese meal before I read this new evolvement.
These corrupt fuckers always seem to make the same error: Signing a message with their real name and then coming up with a bad excuse.



Good luck M8

Thank you PoM for your story.

I have nothing to add or say, just thank you.

Hooo-leeee shit. Damn boy.

That there, now that's a book-post.

Yet ya still haven't finished the tale of:

the most audacious case of internet seppuku evah!

You can't stop now. After the story of that fuckin door,

"Kick down my door? Kick down my fucking door? That door is a Johnson Specialties* 8 hour fire rated steel clad beauty, with 2 inches of fire-crete™ barrier material, 6mm criss-crossed hardened steel internal supports, with quad dual-throw cross axis throw bolts. There's 8 fucking 3/4 inch hacksaw proof bolts six inches long that secure BOTH fucking sides of the frame/door matings, with drop-forged alloy roll rods free-floating internally to defeat attempts at cutting. There's six fucking heavy duty hinges on your side of the door attached to an 8 inch reinforced steel joist that forms the frame the fucking door is attached to. There are six of those fucking heavy duty roll-pressed hinges because the door alone weighs over 200 fucking kilograms, and they have to fucking support its weigh when it opens. You could spend six hours with sledgehammers and cold chisels peeling the fucking hinges off the door and you still wouldn't be one iota closer to kicking my fucking door down. And note that the fucking hinges are on YOUR FUCKING SIDE of the door. My side of the door has more RSJ I beam, you could hit the fucking thing with a tank and tear the fucking building down and that fucker would still be closed. That fucking door cost me 2200 fucking quid, and right up until now I had buyers remorse thinking maybe I had gone a little over the top with it. But now, now I fucking love that door, and I fucking dare you to even fucking THINK about kick it down!"**

*I made that name up, who the fuck remembers the brand name of a door, eh.

I am hooked. I hafta know how it ends.

I'm holding ya to yer promise, hear?

Im new to this boards but found this thread so interesting I had to make an account. This thread already has created 3 sub threads on reddit alone with differing views.

Alot of people seem to be drawing to the conclusion that the -cwt post was pretty damning. Guys I will tell you not a chance that is who this guy is, these guys are not unaware of OPSEC, that is deliberate, to create the impression he is that high up. Im not saying he isnt high up, but it will be to throw you off intentionally.

Have you never considered the agent is the same person who is really VJ? And out of curiosity who do you think that is?

SR-Refugee wrote:Im new to this boards but found this thread so interesting I had to make an account. This thread already has created 3 sub threads on reddit alone with differing views.

Alot of people seem to be drawing to the conclusion that the -cwt post was pretty damning. Guys I will tell you not a chance that is who this guy is, these guys are not unaware of OPSEC, that is deliberate, to create the impression he is that high up. Im not saying he isnt high up, but it will be to throw you off intentionally.

Have you never considered the agent is the same person who is really VJ? And out of curiosity who do you think that is?

I am pretty sure, that many parts of this SR story will be rewritten soon.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:

Plural of Mongoose wrote:

Moustache wrote:Just so so you don't spend too much time scratching your head --cwt stands for Christopher W. Tarbell.

I don't buy that.

Tarbell was gone by the time the interesting stuff was going on.

Tarbell is another one of them 'wicked smaht' type folks, and I really can't see it being him.

No, my theory is that it is someone that is currently still highly placed within the FBI.

I think the --cwt was the tag line of another personae, one active in an ongoing FBI project.

And I think that Mister Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York Serrin Turner, or someone who has an big-ass office that looks a lot like his, has got a big stack of files for an operation somewhere that are signed off --cwt.

And I think right now files are being shredded and hard drives are being wiped.

And finally, I think they'll miss something important, somewhere--they always do--and eventually the whole sordid story is going to come out.

Mr. FuckTardbell's (that's what I'm calling him from now on) consulting firm, FTI, has a nice gov contract with the DOJ, which means he has unfettered access to tools, internal investigations, etc. and even less accountability. I'm guessing Turner hasn't replied because he doesn't want his name even mentioned in the same sentence as said "FuckTardbell". Those fuckers went out of their way to make sure Tardbell wasn't even mentioned during the trial.

Mongoose, you're a very smart lad, and I usually agree with you, but not on this one my friend.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:
HEY EVERYONE!

Please do NOT PM or email me with questions. I'm getting the same ones over and over here. Take a second and register (use a fake .gov email, heh) and post, if you have a question. I'll do my best to get around to most, if not all of them.

Is this 75 million address real and if so what's the public address?

On the bigger story I was wondering whether you are not perhaps slightly paranoid. Some federal agent will kidnap two American citizens? And how does he plan to get away with it? You fancy yourself a Hollywood protagonist?

What do you aim to achieve by sharing this story? It lacks detail, it has almost no evidence, and it smells of some sort of manipulation on your own part. Why don't you tell us the real truth while you are still free (since the net seems to be tightening) and let us know of your part on that great silk road and more importantly its relations, if any, as far as you know, with mtgox.

P.S, I'm no fed though your paranoid mind may think it, motherboard brought me here and I prob shouldn't have bothered with typing any of this, but hey, it's fun to directly chat with some sort of celebs :P

If you guys think someone that high up in the feds just signs off a message with his own name. After everything else he has been capable off, then sorry but you dont understand the deep web.

Google OPSEC. That is all the --cwt thing is, an attempt to draw you to the wrong conclusion, while also terrifying you by pulling such a name.

I should say this is only my opinion but someone who has been lurking around as long and so dangerously as this guy it seems to me very unlikely.

And yes ANG, I think there is still alot of the SR Story we do not know!

Questions: (If you feel like answering some, if not then no worries, I've just bashed a few out because we all know how lame tech reporters are).

What's your last meal going to be before you fly to NYC? And which strain of weed will you smoke?

Are you Variety Jones, who went by the nym Variety Jones and later Cimon, on Silk Road?

If you're not Variety Jones, then did you ever have any involvement in Silk Road or are you going to NYC to maintain your innocence?

What have you thought about the copycat sites that have sprang up since Silk Road?

If you are able, tell us what life was like behind the scenes at Silk Road. Was it less glamorous and more stressful than us normals would imagine?

Any funny stories/anecdotes that aren't already out there?

Who do you think this Diamond person is? Do you think it's the Mr Wonderful agent who was mentioned but never named at the Ulbricht trial? Christopher Tarbell? Someone in the New York or the Baltimore task force? Who?

How can there be a wallet that is known to a Fed with such a huge amount of bitcoin in it that has never been traced as belonging to Silk Road/ Ulbricht? Various esteemed Bitcoin researchers have been looking into Silk Road BTC payments and tracing them from one online wallet to another for months now and have never identified such a large amount to be missing from the Silk Road coffers...?

How serious is this threat of violence against Ross Ulbricht's mother and his sister? They are going to have heard about this and will be terrified for their lives, on top of all the other heartache they have suffered. Anything you can say to put their minds at rest and to stop their hearts beating at a million miles an hour?

How many DPRs were there ? Ulbricht maintained during his trial that he started the site, and went away, then came back again at the end but that other DPRS ran the site at times - Any insight into that?

Did you advise DPR from an iPhone in prison in the UK? That must have been extremely hard. Any details you are able to share?

If you were involved and admit it, how much money did you make from SR approx and what was the wildest, most ostentatious thing you bought?

As his advisor were you as horrified as the rest of us by the extent of Ross Ulbricht's Opsec howlers or did you chalk it up to youth and incompetence? He really doesn't seem to be the seasoned leader of a criminal enterprise that prosecutors made him out to be...

Did you watch the Ross Ulbricht trial unfold or ignore it?

What do you think of the sentence they gave Ross?

Do you expect similar for yourself if and when you hand yourself in?

Were you ever involved in SR2? - Blake was a goon wasn't he? lol.

What do you see as the future of the dnms? Will there one day be drones delivering drugs to front doors?

Any regrets?

Anything else?

What were your thoughts on Motherboard doxxing you and revealing the contents of hacked emails? Do you have any plans to sue for invasion of privacy and more? (You so should).




Respect for trying to protect the Ulbricht womens' lives in lieu of your own freedom <3

Edit: Spelling

PhriskyDingough wrote:
Amazing.... Do you think the Agora shut down had to do with all this? Seems like perfect timing on their part.

Oh, I have no doubt whatsoever that it was Diamonds actions that drove Agora to close their doors. Proof however is thin on the ground.

The exact mechanism is still in doubt, though. When Agora announced their closing, there was a lot of speculation that it had something to do with a recent MIT paper that announced a specific type of attack on .onion hidden services. That particular attack, however, was a passive, monitoring attack, and wouldn't have left 'suspicious actitivy entries' in any of Agora's logs.

Lots of folks still think it was the MIT attack, but it was discussed by folks like Nick Mathewson, Roger Dingledine, and Paul Syverson on #tor-dev at length, and dismissed. Nick Mathewson is the Chief Architect of Tor, Roger Dingledine is the Project Leader and Executive Director of Tor, and Dr. Paul Syverson is a Researcher for Tor; a mathematician who was recently named a Fellow to the Association for Computing Machinery (A big deal, let me assure ya'), and hangs out with them Military Inteligence folks at the United States Naval Research Lab. Oh, Dr. Syverson also kinda invented onion routing, and the three of them developed Tor. So not just, you know, some guys I met on the internet.

Nobody has a handle on what Agora was facing, even now. It may have been something exclusive to them based on their specific configuration, or it may have been a Tor zero day that even now is being applied to other .onion hidden services. (Paging the grugq, zero-day exploit broker extraordinaire!)

The #tor-dev folks don't have enough information to work with to form a proper hypothesis. When Agora was being dos'd before, from what turned out to be a type of amplification attack, for want of a better term, overloading introduction points by repeatedly asking for new circuits, so the cryptographic overhead of creating them overloaded the system. They had very little to work on as that problem came to light. It was damned interesting watching them, in real time, on irc and the bug-tracker, find the problem, roll out the code and a stop-gap patch, and back-port it to the upcoming release.

This thing with Agora though, everyone is still scratching their heads, me included.

Sorry PoM but I'd really like these answered

Have you never considered the agent is the same person who is really VJ?
And out of curiosity who do you think that is?

Jesús Malverde wrote:
I was pretty astonished when I first read about the dirty agents involved in the SR/Ulbricht takedown, it's like high level LE in the US has become little more than a glorified, globalized, oversized typical Third World cesspool of official corruption. Post 9-11, of course these scumbags have been elevated to "hero" status and thus rendered even less accountable. I guess the stupider, meaner and lower level ones have taken their unaccountability and used it to bully and murder visible minorities and other unfortunates with impunity while the "brighter lights" and higher-ups have turned the endemic unaccountability, corruption and lawlessness to more lucrative ends like large scale theft and general gangsterism. Thus imperial collapse manifests itself in the usual banal ways: lofty principles, ideals, and rule of law become increasingly less important and are replaced with the simple ethos of unprincipled greed, cruelty, and lust for power. We know in the wake of Snowden's revelations what open and sneering contempt they hold for the US Constitution and the Bill of Rights--and thus for their sworn oaths of office.

We're just beginning to see the start of this, the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. There are folks who are absolutely brilliant at what they do in the tech sector, and they end up getting jobs with tech firms that spring up out of nowhere, and explode into multi-billion dollar operations. Those smart folks often end up becoming millionaires, and even billionaires, on the basis of the skills they possess.

Then you've got the government sector, doing their best to snag the crème de la crème of the new breed, and often succeeding. Young, creative, and idealistic, they are drawn to the jobs where they get to play with nation-state levels of technology, and the absolutely latest in state of the art is at their fingertips. Eventually, they look up from their keyboards, and they note that there are people out there making, literally, hundreds of millions of dollars using technology that these folks could cobble together at a Sunday afternoon BBQ. Then, tasked with tracking down those folks, they come to the realization that the $165,000 a year that they'll peak at in their job, is a pittance compared to the folks they're chasing, who are making a cool $1 million PER DAY!

This ain't the old days, anymore. A dirty cop could mebbe snag a kilo or two of coke in the confusion of a bust, not something that could be planned for every week, but hey, perhaps the opportunity arose. Then he'd have to finds someone who wouldn't either rat him out, or just take it from him, and who could broker a sale. Even if successful, now he's worried if any of those folks get busted, they could sell him down the river for their freedom. So the checks and balances of risk versus rewards, keeps him honest, or semi-honest, at least.

But now, that whole game has changed. Slip a thumb drive off a nightstand at the right bust, and you could be an instant millionaire. Spend a few hours a day after work doing what at that level is bog-basic coding, and in a couple of weeks you could launch a dark net market that could end up grossing a fucking billion dollars in the next year.

Or, you know, you could hang out at your desk hoping Mary from accounting wants to go bowling next Tuesday.

The temptation that is being dangled in front of the crème de la crème of the justice system is several orders of magnitude greater that it was a scant four years ago.

People joke that 25% of the moderators/support staff of the DNMs are likely Feds.

I can easily see where well over 25% of the actual profiting operators of the DNMs are indeed Feds, and working for their own purposes, and not that of the government.


They have the education, they have the training, they have the background, they have the drive, they have the inside knowledge, and most important, they have very, very, very little risk, versus the massive rewards they can reap. And hey, let's face it, the folks at the very top are setting a fine example for them to follow.

It's fucking inevitable.

Again, apologies for impugning your character and putting you in the same box with these vicious rats who operate under the color of law.

It's all good Hax, like I said previously, I'm hardly an innocent party in all this. Just wasn't guilty of the particular acts you had erroneously ascribed to me, eh.

I still think you're one of the good guys.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:

PhriskyDingough wrote:
Amazing.... Do you think the Agora shut down had to do with all this? Seems like perfect timing on their part.

Oh, I have no doubt whatsoever that it was Diamonds actions that drove Agora to close their doors. Proof however is thin on the ground.

The exact mechanism is still in doubt, though. When Agora announced their closing, there was a lot of speculation that it had something to do with a recent MIT paper that announced a specific type of attack on .onion hidden services. That particular attack, however, was a passive, monitoring attack, and wouldn't have left 'suspicious actitivy entries' in any of Agora's logs.

Lots of folks still think it was the MIT attack, but it was discussed by folks like Nick Mathewson, Roger Dingledine, and Paul Syverson on #tor-dev at length, and dismissed. Nick Mathewson is the Chief Architect of Tor, Roger Dingledine is the Project Leader and Executive Director of Tor, and Dr. Paul Syverson is a Researcher for Tor; a mathematician who was recently named a Fellow to the Association for Computing Machinery (A big deal, let me assure ya'), and hangs out with them Military Inteligence folks at the United States Naval Research Lab. Oh, Dr. Syverson also kinda invented onion routing, and the three of them developed Tor. So not just, you know, some guys I met on the internet.

Nobody has a handle on what Agora was facing, even now. It may have been something exclusive to them based on their specific configuration, or it may have been a Tor zero day that even now is being applied to other .onion hidden services. (Paging the grugq, zero-day exploit broker extraordinaire!)

The #tor-dev folks don't have enough information to work with to form a proper hypothesis. When Agora was being dos'd before, from what turned out to be a type of amplification attack, for want of a better term, overloading introduction points by repeatedly asking for new circuits, so the cryptographic overhead of creating them overloaded the system. They had very little to work on as that problem came to light. It was damned interesting watching them, in real time, on irc and the bug-tracker, find the problem, roll out the code and a stop-gap patch, and back-port it to the upcoming release.

This thing with Agora though, everyone is still scratching their heads, me included.

Just thought I would create an account and drop in with my immediate assumption after reading through your other post regarding Agora.

From their exit announcement, regarding suspicious activity in the server logs, I think it is likely that your friend Diamond was digging into the server and they (Agora Admin(s)) became aware of this much earlier than he could have expected and so they were able to take the right precautions and get out of the game in time, otherwise they could likely have been extorted by this lovely gentleman.

It all makes me wonder whether there was any involvement in the sudden disappearance of BlackBank too, which I have tallied down as an exit scam. I guess that's for you to find out in your next(?) conversation with said friend.

My only question is, what happend to your motorcycle?

aqu wrote:
Is this 75 million address real and if so what's the public address?

On the bigger story I was wondering whether you are not perhaps slightly paranoid. Some federal agent will kidnap two American citizens? And how does he plan to get away with it? You fancy yourself a Hollywood protagonist?

What do you aim to achieve by sharing this story? It lacks detail, it has almost no evidence, and it smells of some sort of manipulation on your own part. Why don't you tell us the real truth while you are still free (since the net seems to be tightening) and let us know of your part on that great silk road and more importantly its relations, if any, as far as you know, with mtgox.

P.S, I'm no fed though your paranoid mind may think it, motherboard brought me here and I prob shouldn't have bothered with typing any of this, but hey, it's fun to directly chat with some sort of celebs :P

I was working on going through the posts in the thread in order, but this one grabbed my eye, so please forgive me, I'm gonna tackle this one next.

Is this 75 million address real and if so what's the public address?

My back of the envelope calculations for SR show that there was easily close to 400k BTC that wasn't accounted for yet. I certainly don't have it, it's gotta be somewhere, and Diamond is certainly willing to move heaven and earth to get the passphrase for it.

It's a wallet, so it doesn't have a public address. The person to ask about that is Diamond. I see he's got his torchat running (Red icon, extended away; any messages you send will go through and be waiting for when he returns, eh.), why don't you fire up a copy of torchat and ask him yourself? I'm sure he'd fucking LOVE to explain himself to ya. His torchat addy is zenchrysippus47e

On the bigger story I was wondering whether you are not perhaps slightly paranoid. Some federal agent will kidnap two American citizens? And how does he plan to get away with it? You fancy yourself a Hollywood protagonist?

Nope, pretty sure I'm not even a little bit paranoid. Remember, I'm not saying the Feds are out to get me, I'm saying my problems is the Feds aren't out to get me, don't want to get me even if I offer, and would go running screaming like little girls if they thought I'd be showing up in their office. Mebbe you should be asking them if they're a little bit paranoid--what are they afraid of becoming public?

Kidnapping is likely, outside of theft and murder, the oldest crime in the book, and normally the most difficult to pull off. That whole 'ransom payoff' is always the difficult part. When the ransom is data, the difficulty now drops waaaaay down from what you normally think of when you speak of kidnapping. For the amount of money involved in the payoff we're talking about here, I'm surprised that you'd even question someone in Diamonds position doing something like this. Look at the shit Force and Bridges pulled, for a measly one and a half million bucks, eh.

What do you aim to achieve by sharing this story? It lacks detail, it has almost no evidence, and it smells of some sort of manipulation on your own part. Why don't you tell us the real truth while you are still free (since the net seems to be tightening) and let us know of your part on that great silk road and more importantly its relations, if any, as far as you know, with mtgox.

I hope to prevent Diamond from kidnapping anyone. As to detail and 'almost no evidence', I've tried for months to get the SDNY office to deal with this, and feel free to call them to confirm that those PGP signed emails actually came from me.

Manipulation on my part? Yer darn tootin', there is. I couldn't get anyone in the DOJ to step up and stop this, in spite of my best efforts. I started this thread a week ago, knowing I wouldn't be making the important post until today, because I needed that time for people who have known me both online and in real life to get word of this and have enough time to get here to confirm my identity. And yes, I do have a knack for making things interesting, and of using a conversational style and cutesy mispellin's to draw in you, the reader; but that's just my style. Yer not gonna read this shit if it is boring, and yer reading it, ain't ya. But style aside, the facts speak for themselves, the narrative is just an interesting way to tie 'em together. Feel free to ignore the narrative.

There is no net tightening on me, so there's no need for me to come up with what you'd like to believe is 'the real truth while you are still free'. I've done what I came to do, I shoved a big fucking stick into the front spokes of Diamonds bicycle of dreams! (Man, that was some crappy simile there, sorry.)

To the absolute best of my knowledge, Mr. Mark Karples had absolutely ZERO involvement in the Silk Road website, in any way, shape or form. That said, SR wasn't the only DNM out there, now was it. Even the Feds seem to have forget that when they cleared him of SR involvement. Stay tuned for more on that from Japan, I'm thinkin'. The authorities there are sitting on terabytes of interesting data.

P.S, I'm no fed though your paranoid mind may think it, motherboard brought me here and I prob shouldn't have bothered with typing any of this, but hey, it's fun to directly chat with some sort of celebs :P

Hey, never even crossed my mind that you might be a Fed. Far too polite, for one. And the fact that Motherboard brought you here, well, I won't hold that against you. I'm not proud of some of the websites I've been known to visit, late at night, when I'm, well, you know... lonely.

And it's been fun chatting with you too, hope ya' stick around, eh.

Manipulation on my part? Yer darn tootin', there is. I couldn't get anyone in the DOJ to step up and stop this, in spite of my best efforts. I started this thread a week ago, knowing I wouldn't be making the important post until today, because I needed that time for people who have known me both online and in real life to get word of this and have enough time to get here to confirm my identity. And yes, I do have a knack for making things interesting, and of using a conversational style and cutesy mispellin's to draw in you, the reader; but that's just my style. Yer not gonna read this shit if it is boring, and yer reading it, ain't ya. But style aside, the facts speak for themselves, the narrative is just an interesting way to tie 'em together. Feel free to ignore the narrative.

There is no net tightening on me,

This admission has just made you look less trustworthy. Like a deep web con artist. I'm not saying you are, just stating it didnt do you any favours.

There is no legal net tightening on you. However I thought you have a problem of someone trying to track down your whereabouts and kill you? That seems like a bit of a "net" to me.

it's like deja vu all over again

This is all just really crazy ::)

Oh, and Hello PoM :D

they got toys now for those super door's
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Lrus007

Hi PoM, have you considered coming to the UK instead of the US?
You know that if you go over there they won't just lock you up, you'll be chained up like a refugee from Guantanamo.
Less chance of an accident if you're in a British nick

PlutoPete wrote:Hi PoM, have you considered coming to the UK instead of the US?
You know that if you go over there they won't just lock you up, you'll be chained up like a refugee from Guantanamo.
Less chance of an accident if you're in a British nick

This thread is like a big ole SR1 reunion

Roots wrote:My only question is, what happend to your motorcycle?

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And let us never speak of this again, mmmkay?

<skips off for a well deserved nap>

Where do you see the DNMs in lets say three years? Where do you see yourself in three years?

Really interesting read. Thanks for sharing.

Do you agree that the only reason to go to bang bao is for the lady that sells gallon bags of the best chai yen on the island?

Do you feel that recent events in the kingdom, and the coming succession, will make it harder for people to disappear in S.E. Asia? It's been getting more difficult and more resource intensive as it is. The current (political?) situation, the recent Erawan Shrine bombing, with suspects bring apprehended in both PP and KL, and the spotlight on human trafficking have lead to a crackdown on corrupt officials, or at least some of them. There is also a white elephant in a room overlooking the Chao Phraya from a high floor in Sriraj Hospital. What do you think the practical implications of all of this will be?

Chok Di

I didn't know they had poker rooms in the back of gay bars that would take a motorcycle as collateral....you should have just bought the bike back with Bitcoins.

OzFreelancer wrote:

PlutoPete wrote:Hi PoM, have you considered coming to the UK instead of the US?
You know that if you go over there they won't just lock you up, you'll be chained up like a refugee from Guantanamo.
Less chance of an accident if you're in a British nick

This thread is like a big ole SR1 reunion

Hello Mrs sexy Oz freelancer book writing lady,

One of these days - possibly in 25 years or so when like drugs are legal and shit - we'll all have a RL Silk Road reunion. There will be a beer pong and popcorn muffins as well as everyone's D.O.C.

And the second I see you, I'm SO gonna lick your face or at least air lick it, like how posh people air kiss.

Rawr.

Have a lovely holiday xxxxxx

Do you know anything about this Stexo Charactar? Apparently he / she was a big player in SR1 and was DPR2 when SR2 started.

Anyone else find it incredibly disturbing that Vice has a source that gave them the full contents of someone else's email address?

PartyTimez wrote:Anyone else find it incredibly disturbing that Vice has a source that gave them the full contents of someone else's email address?

Yes. And it's even more disturbing that they then printed it. That's the problem with these online news outlets these days, if you pay peanuts you get monkeys. None of the writers are trained and don't really have a clue what they're doing.

Joseph Cox claims he's a journalist but I think the closest he came to "passing" any exams was walking past the examination centre.

ChemCat wrote:Oh, and Hello PoM :D

OMG is that Chemcat off the internet? OMGOMGOMGOMG I'm hyperventilating from being in the presence of all these (not) Real Life internet celebrities

According to Joseph Cock:

"The TorChat ID of who Variety Jones claims is 'Diamond' has gone offline. Was previously 'extended away'. "

I need a popcorn castle.

One day, in the future when we're all old and PoM's future has been decided, please can Smokes post what the webstats were for this post over the past 24 hours?

Every time I look there's always between 100 and 250 guest visitors looking at this post when back in the days of before the PoM revelation there were never more than 5.

I'd love to know how many people have been here to read all of this.

now now,
lets not forget we had 160 last year when a member lost his mind and launch'd some kind of attack on the site...

Do you have a story behind the arrest of Mark Karpeles, CEO of Mtgox?? Apparently was the first suspected DPR and could have been arrested long ago...not wait till he updated his blog regarding investigations involving Force and Bridges

well_lol_doh wrote:According to Joseph Cock:

"The TorChat ID of who Variety Jones claims is 'Diamond' has gone offline. Was previously 'extended away'. "

I need a popcorn castle.

Well what do you know I was right.

I honestly couldn't tell you.

I don't know the password to the cPanel.

And no, the people who are voluntarily tasked with should not post that information.

This is a non-commercial hobby and gathering place for a small group of people who go back about a million years in Internet lifetimes.

I can tell you there were about 4,000 page views yesterday.

About 20 of the guests have registered new accounts.

I'm busy as shit these days so I'm gonna go back to work, but think about the post I made where the money laundering of cartel profits by US banks resulted in a mere $1.5 MM dollar fine forefiture on laundering $380. BILLION.

Then think about the 220,000+ accounts with a $20 fee for your deposit and cheques and whatnot.

To me it seems they wanted to shutdown Silk Road to stop the competition with the pharmaceutical monopoly and prevent return to the days of history preceding the establishment of "regulation"

When Bayer, yes, the makers of asprin, the holders of Bayer AG, introduced Heroin as a cough surpressant among their very first pharmaceutical products ever, and now a kid concocting some "sizzurup" will spend years in prison?

Can't stay awake? In the air service and need to take long haul flights and stay focused through the jet lag? Ask your doctor if Desoxyn is right for you, but understand that methamphetamine is bad for you okay?

i honestly don't think the FBI is interested in your anonymous Silk Road marketplace anymore. I am of the belief that this whole deal with Ross is that they put him away for breaking the laws thereby useful for setting an example that "hey, you don't try this at home"

Though the rouge agents chasing Mongoose around elephant island or that it turns out our Mongoose is that internet's "Jason Bourne" was a twist I don't think they saw coming.

If Tarbell really is out to get his pass phrase from mongoose or whatever it is, he's gonna definitely be pissed about this, but maybe he is just doing the job he's contracted to do? I don't know does he have a contract?

I don't know who he was until I asked that La Moustache guy who the hell it was?

I'm guessing poking the hornets nest trying to gain attention for a nobel cause might win some sympathy in the court of public opinion but in the court of law it don't mean dick.

I wish you guys well on your Bitcoin dope opera, but the banks have got me by the short and curlies so I gotta feed their need for a pound of my flesh.

Good luck Mongoose.

well_lol_doh wrote:
Hello Mrs sexy Oz freelancer book writing lady,

One of these days - possibly in 25 years or so when like drugs are legal and shit - we'll all have a RL Silk Road reunion. There will be a beer pong and popcorn muffins as well as everyone's D.O.C.

And the second I see you, I'm SO gonna lick your face or at least air lick it, like how posh people air kiss.

Rawr.

Have a lovely holiday xxxxxx

I'm speechless. (Well, almost!)

I'm not sure if that's really kinda creepy, or really kinda cute.

What the hell, I'm gonna go with cute!

Good luck with that, eh.

SR-Refugee wrote:

well_lol_doh wrote:According to Joseph Cock:

"The TorChat ID of who Variety Jones claims is 'Diamond' has gone offline. Was previously 'extended away'. "

I need a popcorn castle.

Well what do you know I was right.

Really?

I musta missed the post where you said that Diamonds torchat ID was going to go off the air after I posted it. Mebbe you could link to it?

Didn't surprise me, at all, that he's gone dark on torchat. He's one pissed off fella right now, and he'd know better than anyone if there's a de-anonymization attack out there that he may be vulnerable to. Also, I doubt he was getting too darn many messages of support from folks, eh.

Catching up on my PMs and emails, and then I'm working on a post to answer a bunch of questions all at once.


EDIT:
Thanks for everything smokes, I hope folks take the time to follow what you're saying about the corruption at the highest levels. Keep on fighting the good fight, eh.

Saw this pop up on the image gallery up top on the main page, stole it from user Mud Boy's gallery.

[image]http://www.myplanetganja.com/download/file.php?id=4662[/image]


SECOND EDIT:
Shit, that wasn't the image I meant to post, musta grabbed the wrong link. I'm gonna leave it up there anyways.

THIS is the image I meant to post:

[image]http://www.myplanetganja.com/download/file.php?id=10700[/image]

Nobody seems to be asking interesting questions, so I'll start.

On the 24th of January 2013 Ulbricht has an expense sheet listing for $160,000 USD worth of "FPGA", a weird choice when mining ASIC were just coming into fashion rendering them almost completely worthless. In June you are credited with yet another $50,000 expense item for FPGA which brings the total to $210,000, a sizable amount of all Bitcoin mining hardware at the time I believe. Similarly, an enormous amount of Yubikey were somehow ordered for $37,000 and then lost. How does this fit into the story, and how did so much expensive hardware disappear never to be mentioned again?

throwaway wrote:Nobody seems to be asking interesting questions, so I'll start.

On the 24th of January 2013 Ulbricht has an expense sheet listing for $160,000 USD worth of "FPGA", a weird choice when mining ASIC were just coming into fashion rendering them almost completely worthless. In June you are credited with yet another $50,000 expense item for FPGA which brings the total to $210,000, a sizable amount of all Bitcoin mining hardware at the time I believe. Similarly, an enormous amount of Yubikey were somehow ordered for $37,000 and then lost. How does this fit into the story, and how did so much expensive hardware disappear never to be mentioned again?

There were plans to use Yubikeys for Silk Road, was detailed in chat logs.

On the 24th of January 2013 Ulbricht has an expense sheet listing for $160,000 USD worth of "FPGA", a weird choice when mining ASIC were just coming into fashion rendering them almost completely worthless. In June you are credited with yet another $50,000 expense item for FPGA which brings the total to $210,000, a sizable amount of all Bitcoin mining hardware at the time I believe. Similarly, an enormous amount of Yubikey were somehow ordered for $37,000 and then lost. How does this fit into the story, and how did so much expensive hardware disappear never to be mentioned again?

Jan 2013 was one of the most profitable times to mine with FPGAs. The first American ASIC company, Butterfly Labs didn't ship until September 2013. The first Chinese company, Avalon, wasn't very far ahead of them.

Well, it looks like Motherboard managed to get a statement from the FBI.

http://motherboard.vice.com/read/fbi-is-investigating-whether-a-crooked-agent-harassed-variety-jones

“We are aware of the allegations made by Variety Jones and have forwarded them to the appropriate office for review,” an FBI spokesperson told Motherboard in an emailed statement. “The FBI takes claims of employee misconduct seriously as we are an agency with the mission of upholding the law."

While the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation has responded to Motherboards request for a comment, no authorities from any arm of the United States Department of Justice have yet to respond to my requests to make arrangements to make myself available for the service of any indictments they may have laying around with my name on 'em. Or, to use the vernacular, I'm still trying to turn myself in, to no avail.

zybose@safe-mail.net

Yes, I'm still on the same email I've previously supplied to Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York, Mr. Serrin Turner.

Eh. Maybe Serrin's on vacay. Have you thought about emailing Joshua Dratel esq. and offering to help advise him vis a vis the kidnap threat to Ulbricht's ma?

smokebreaks wrote:
I can tell you there were about 4,000 page views yesterday.

About 20 of the guests have registered new accounts.

That's what I was asking. It was just curiosity. And thanks very much for the info you posted on the money laundering and the info re the pharmaceuticals v Silk Road. You're absolutely spot on, and the future will look back on us all now and consider this moment in time to be the dark ages.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:Well, it looks like Motherboard managed to get a statement from the FBI.

http://motherboard.vice.com/read/fbi-is-investigating-whether-a-crooked-agent-harassed-variety-jones

“We are aware of the allegations made by Variety Jones and have forwarded them to the appropriate office for review,” an FBI spokesperson told Motherboard in an emailed statement. “The FBI takes claims of employee misconduct seriously as we are an agency with the mission of upholding the law."

While the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation has responded to Motherboards request for a comment, no authorities from any arm of the United States Department of Justice have yet to respond to my requests to make arrangements to make myself available for the service of any indictments they may have laying around with my name on 'em. Or, to use the vernacular, I'm still trying to turn myself in, to no avail.

zybose@safe-mail.net

Yes, I'm still on the same email I've previously supplied to Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York, Mr. Serrin Turner.

I'm supremely puzzled. Considering all the chat about you being the mastermind behind silk road, the mentor to Ulbritch, and even suggesting that for hire murder, I'd think they'd be all over you. Why do you think they not so keen?

aqu wrote:

Plural of Mongoose wrote:Well, it looks like Motherboard managed to get a statement from the FBI.

http://motherboard.vice.com/read/fbi-is-investigating-whether-a-crooked-agent-harassed-variety-jones

“We are aware of the allegations made by Variety Jones and have forwarded them to the appropriate office for review,” an FBI spokesperson told Motherboard in an emailed statement. “The FBI takes claims of employee misconduct seriously as we are an agency with the mission of upholding the law."

While the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation has responded to Motherboards request for a comment, no authorities from any arm of the United States Department of Justice have yet to respond to my requests to make arrangements to make myself available for the service of any indictments they may have laying around with my name on 'em. Or, to use the vernacular, I'm still trying to turn myself in, to no avail.

zybose@safe-mail.net

Yes, I'm still on the same email I've previously supplied to Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York, Mr. Serrin Turner.

I'm supremely puzzled. Considering all the chat about you being the mastermind behind silk road, the mentor to Ulbritch, and even suggesting that for hire murder, I'd think they'd be all over you. Why do you think they not so keen?

I hate to be the voice of reason but imagine how many crazy emails Serrin Turner gets a day? He probably gets about 500 from paranoid lunatics, jealous and vengeful exes, spam bots, people trying to sell him jaunty pens and pads that he can use at trial not to mention the insane volume of internal mail and mail to do with his uh actual ongoing court cases.

It's not like he's sat there twiddling his thumbs and getting like, 3 emails a day.

He probably just wrote PoM off as a looney Ulbricht supporter and went about his day. Not to be funny, but especially as he used strange, or to use his own words, "cutesy" and "folksy" language. EG: "FBI tergiversator", "Rogue FBI character Diamond" and "I am dissapoint".

I'm sorry PoM, but the majority of people who were here and waiting for you to post had trouble trying to make head or tail of what you were trying to convey to them on a lazy Sunday afternoon, and we're not busy Assistant U.S. Attorneys - he was probably like : "Ugh more spam - when will these bots learn to speak english" and deleted the mails and moved on to the next.

I'm not a criminal and have zero experience with regard to how exactly one hands oneself into the FBI when one is in Thailand.

But I'm not exactly naive either and IF I was in that situation I'd book a flight to London, hire a decent lawyer and ask them to sort it out.

Which is kind of easier and less hassle than relying on posts on a little used marijuana site being seen?

I mean, fuck. I hate to be a killjoy here. Lol.

Edit: And before I flew to the UK, I'd call Joshua Dratel in NYC and tell him everything I knew about any threat to the lives of Lyn and Cally Ulbricht.

Surely there are easier ways to hand yourself in to the FBI and alleviate any direct danger posed to the Ulbricht women.

Any lawyer in your employ would be able to verify if you are currently wanted by Interpol, Pom, (or not) as well as look into the current status with any indictments in the US (of course some may be sealed, but they could retain a lawyer in NYC to start to look into that for you with the DOJ.

I hear Peter Nash's lawyer Andrew Frisch is extremely good and it's worth noting that Peter is currently a free man and no longer wanted by the US gov despite being named as a co-conspirator on the Ulbricht indictment ), and between them they could secure your safe passage back to the UK or to the US. Should you require it.

Just a suggestion as this *waves arms around * all seems a bit long winded.

That is some absolutely next level, bat shit crazy story.....Diamond needs Doxxed that's for sure....

Plural of Mongoose wrote:

well_lol_doh wrote:
Hello Mrs sexy Oz freelancer book writing lady,

One of these days - possibly in 25 years or so when like drugs are legal and shit - we'll all have a RL Silk Road reunion. There will be a beer pong and popcorn muffins as well as everyone's D.O.C.

And the second I see you, I'm SO gonna lick your face or at least air lick it, like how posh people air kiss.

Rawr.

Have a lovely holiday xxxxxx

I'm speechless. (Well, almost!)

I'm not sure if that's really kinda creepy, or really kinda cute.

What the hell, I'm gonna go with cute!

Well thank goodness for that. I could've sworn it was a wee bit creepy.

thizzlewizzard wrote:That is some absolutely next level, bat shit crazy story.....Diamond needs Doxxed that's for sure....

I second that. And the implications are staggering.

For sure guys. One thing PoM (sorry btw I misread the last post). I would not go trying to hand yourself in any further. Seems like they dont want you, and now they know about Diamond.

I'd say you did the right thing with this thread though!

SR-Refugee wrote:For sure guys. One thing PoM (sorry btw I misread the last post). I would not go trying to hand yourself in any further. Seems like they dont want you, and now they know about Diamond.

I'd say you did the right thing with this thread though!

Yeah, innit. Lol. If they're not interested, they're not interested. No point trying to force them to be.

i'll laugh if this is all one big gigantic trolling of Motherboard though in return for that doxxing and this is one of PoM's mates posting all this while PoM's secretly holed up in the comfort of a luxury villa on the beach in Belize knowing full well he was never anything to do with SR and it was someone else using his details. (Gypsy?).

To people who might be skeptical about PoM using an internet forum site to make his splash, it really does make some sense to do so on a public forum under more or less friendly or at least neutral control and avoid the gatekeepers and agendas that inevitably go with intermediaries. How else does the message get out publicly and the messaging remain in PoM's control? The FBI has now been forced to publicly acknowledge the allegations made and if the story of Diamond is to some extent true, he or she has no doubt now very much gone from offense mode to defense mode, while his target remains loose, could be anywhere on the globe, and is free to communicate. That can't be good if you're Diamond. Could hardly be worse in fact. If PoM had been imprisoned before he made this splash, he would have been an easy target; now it becomes a good deal more complicated.

The kidnapping story does strike me as a little cockamamie though. Can't really see that working as described, ransom in data or no. Almost in fact sounds like some of the crazier and more lurid stuff ascribed to VJ as an advisor to Ross in the chatlogs that were released doesn't it? I should go have another look at those. Was that really you PoM? I honestly have no idea now.

Yeah, I get what you're saying: in that case it's a smart move.

From now on, I've decided to just watch, wait and listen patiently

I've always been an impatient type. lol.

Well do we watch some Monday night football or hang around for this?

How about both!!! oh yea

gwildor wrote:Well do we watch some Monday night football or hang around for this?

How about both!!! oh yea

Go Packers

I like KC, but the Pack don't lose at Lambeau.

well_lol_doh wrote: all this while PoM's secretly holed up in the comfort of a luxury villa on the beach in Belize

well_lol_doh wrote: in Belize

Let's hope not.

What's your deep web story? by JimbeauxCorners in AskReddit

[–]throaway4goodmeasure 1927 points 3 months ago

Okay this is probably either one of the stupidest decisions of my life or it may just be the only redeeming thing I have ever done. So you all know about "Silk Road" (the defunct online drug market that was shut down in oct13). The man sentenced to life for running it (Ross Ulbricht), is not the only guy who ran it. I dont think he was too involved at all. I have since moved and the person I am about to talk about has gone ghost as well so here it goes:

I spent a few months dating this guy (considerably older) who was probably running the website for 80% of the time. He was always online logged in and many times in-front of me not only used the Dread Pirate Roberts account, but also chatted with who I now believe was the Ulbricht boy. My former SO often joked that this "kid" was essentially his robot and worshipped him. I know he had probably over 2,500 bitcoins at one point. I saw other things that he is stupid for flaunting, such as his conversations that he would decrypt and save to USB drives as "insurance" (his words) of him discussing things with police. Either he was an informant or he had them working for him. I think both. I know for a period of about 8 or 9 months that Ulbricht had not logged into the site portal because my ex-SO became paranoid that the guy might have been arrested or killed or turned informant. he pops back up and they start chatting like old buddies, supposedly he was hanging out with family and having personal problems.

I dont know the specifics and have never told a soul. When they arrested this boy, my ex took off. Said he was going to visit his parents and lay low for a bit, and then abruptly vanished. I did see him as "last online X hours ago" on Whatsapp here and there, so thankfully he's not dead or in jail.. I think.

For those who might think I could be getting him in trouble and Im being a bitch/vengeful/rat. No I aint. He's not a US citizen and is most likely not in the US.

TLDR/ELI5: Ross Ulbricht was definetly not "The Dread Pirate Roberts" as much as he was accused of. That would impossible. He sure is paying the price for it though. May God make this guys situation better one day, he's pain a price for shit he wasnt too vested in.

[–]throaway4goodmeasure 32 points 3 months ago

it was kind of surreal and exciting (yet scary), but I suppose he thought I got off on it. At that time in my life I personally just cared that I had all the exotic MJ I could smoke like a kid in a candy store, and I was taken care of financially. I did think it was risky but he said he had plans in case things get dicy. Whats not too rad is someone else was just sentenced to life in the prisons for .. crimes he aint done much.

[–]throaway4goodmeasure 17 points 3 months ago

I know about the movie, I don't think it's online anywhere to watch yet. I don't use Google to look things up relating to any of this, but I do use Tor. I am not sure about 3 people using "Dread Pirate Roberts" account, but who knows what kinds of shit these dudes were upto, I would not be surprised. I know they all (including my ex) took it all very seriously and many times we would be stoned as hell, yet he would not laugh or watch the TV or anything, just on his laptop for huge hours at a time. There were others he would chat with about the operation/site/ and refer to them as his workers, but I really avoided actively sitting down and looking at it. Maybe in bed I would look at his screen out of curioisity but usually just do my own thing on my laptop. They were all using GPG encryption and linux stuff. I dont know but I would guess 5 or 6 people were around the clock keeping the thing up and runnin. It haunts me that I was this close to all of it, and it really has taken a toll on me knowing that I know things about such a famous case. Ulrbicht was not the only Dread Pirate for too much long of a time. The courts did not give him fairness.

Hey PoM, it'd be nice if you could give your side of the story told in these comments.

well_lol_doh wrote:
...stuff about emails...

...especially as he used strange, or to use his own words, "cutesy" and "folksy" language. EG: "FBI tergiversator"

A letter wasn't going to cut it, unless I double registered it so a receipt would be sent back to me, eh. That'd be pretty poor OPSEC. A phone call? Hi, I'm from the internet, and I need to speak to whoever is in charge of rogue FBI agents. Hello? Hello?

I needed an independently verifiable record of the communication. The email was not going to get caught in a spam filter due to content by a Bayesian filtering routine. The title line wasn't for viagra, or promising riches from a Nigerian prince. Let's give our Mr. Turner credit for quite a few years of university, a well rounded classical education foundation, and a modicum of common sense. He's not going to stop at what I doubt to him would be an unfamiliar term, and skip off to Starbucks for a coffee. It was, and is, a *very* serious allegation.

The PGP signature, while it doesn't stand to verify the identity of me, the sender, it does render the contents immune to tampering after-the-fact, and indicates the email was considered serious by the sender, at a minimum.

Finally, by law the email trail to his office is auditable. <Waves at the folks from the Inspectors General office.> Complete records of who accessed the email and when, who forwarded or read it, are all recorded in an audit trail journal that theoretically, at least, is immune to tampering. After Snowden, I'm pretty sure the audit trail journal has its' own, independent, audit trail journal.

So, in reality, a PGP signed email to Mr. Turners' official account was the logical choice.

It certainly never fucking even crossed my mind it would become necessary to make it public.

<dramatically crosses arms>

Jesús Malverde wrote:
To people who might be skeptical about PoM using an internet forum site to make his splash, it really does make some sense to do so on a public forum under more or less friendly or at least neutral control and avoid the gatekeepers and agendas that inevitably go with intermediaries. How else does the message get out publicly and the messaging remain in PoM's control? The FBI has now been forced to publicly acknowledge the allegations made and if the story of Diamond is to some extent true, he or she has no doubt now very much gone from offense mode to defense mode, while his target remains loose, could be anywhere on the globe, and is free to communicate. That can't be good if you're Diamond. Could hardly be worse in fact. If PoM had been imprisoned before he made this splash, he would have been an easy target; now it becomes a good deal more complicated.

A cogent summary of the situation.

Jesús Malverde wrote:
The kidnapping story does strike me as a little cockamamie though. Can't really see that working as described, ransom in data or no. Almost in fact sounds like some of the crazier and more lurid stuff ascribed to VJ as an advisor to Ross in the chatlogs that were released doesn't it? I should go have another look at those. Was that really you PoM? I honestly have no idea now.

Man, I didn't even get into some of the weird stuff.

Diamonds original plan was for me to convince Ross that I had an absolutely *spectacular* plan to break him out of prison. A small army, swooping helicopters and even a submarine for the final escape, it was like something out of Michael Bays imagination. (Can't imagine where he got the swooping helicopters idea from, but I digress.) I was already setting things in motion, was just short a few million US dollars to put the whole plan into play, and could Ross please give me the passphrase to unlock the wallet I'd somehow managed to spirit away under the nose of the TLA's. We'd buy a small Latin American country, and live happily ever after.

The initial backup plan to that, was to "pretend" to torture me (For certain values of [Air Quotes] pretend [/Air Quotes], I'm sure.) until Ross gave up the passphrase. By this time I had thought that Diamond couldn't possibly get any more off the rails. I was wrong, he could, and when I continuously balked at going to a 'safe house' he set up, he rolled out the kidnapping and torture scenario. See, it wouldn't be necessary to "fake torture" *me*, after all! Oh, goody.

Off the wall? Ab-so-fucking-lutely.

Unbelievable? Well, folks have done far worse for far less, so no, it was definitely in the realm of possibilties, and Diamond had been amassing a large fortune lately, and had the funds, knowledge, and contacts to pull it off.

Jesús Malverde wrote: The kidnapping story does strike me as a little cockamamie though. Can't really see that working as described, ransom in data or no. Almost in fact sounds like some of the crazier and more lurid stuff ascribed to VJ as an advisor to Ross in the chatlogs that were released doesn't it? I should go have another look at those. Was that really you PoM? I honestly have no idea now.

Thing is, these government types all gets trained at the same places. They got a mind-set we mere mundane civilians mostly find mighty ugly.

US police forces are on track to kill 1200 civilians by the end of this year. 'Course we're the enemy #1.

So what's a little kidnapping, maiming, and torture in the face of that shit? Followin laws is for civilians. Government indians follow the examples of the chiefs. Ain't none of the chiefs going to jail for any of the laws they're breakin.



Yo Mongoose I'm ready for the "rest of the court story". Cough it up.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:
A letter wasn't going to cut it, unless I double registered it so a receipt would be sent back to me, eh. That'd be pretty poor OPSEC. A phone call? Hi, I'm from the internet, and I need to speak to whoever is in charge of rogue FBI agents. Hello? Hello?

I needed an independently verifiable record of the communication. It was, and is, a *very* serious allegation.

The PGP signature, while it doesn't stand to verify the identity of me, the sender, it does render the contents immune to tampering after-the-fact, and indicates the email was considered serious by the sender, at a minimum.

Finally, by law the email trail to his office is auditable. <Waves at the folks from the Inspectors General office.> Complete records of who accessed the email and when, who forwarded or read it, are all recorded in an audit trail journal that theoretically, at least, is immune to tampering. After Snowden, I'm pretty sure the audit trail journal has its' own, independent, audit trail journal.

So, in reality, a PGP signed email to Mr. Turners' official account was the logical choice.

It certainly never fucking even crossed my mind it would become necessary to make it public.

Ahah. Now I understand. You're too clever. I was thinking with civilian brain x PS: welcome back to purple

SmauqDrogs wrote:

What's your deep web story? by JimbeauxCorners in AskReddit

[–]throaway4goodmeasure 1927 points 3 months ago

Okay this is probably either one of the stupidest decisions of my life or it may just be the only redeeming thing I have ever done. So you all know about "Silk Road" (the defunct online drug market that was shut down in oct13). The man sentenced to life for running it (Ross Ulbricht), is not the only guy who ran it. I dont think he was too involved at all. I have since moved and the person I am about to talk about has gone ghost as well so here it goes:

I spent a few months dating this guy (considerably older) who was probably running the website for 80% of the time. He was always online logged in and many times in-front of me not only used the Dread Pirate Roberts account, but also chatted with who I now believe was the Ulbricht boy. My former SO often joked that this "kid" was essentially his robot and worshipped him. I know he had probably over 2,500 bitcoins at one point. I saw other things that he is stupid for flaunting, such as his conversations that he would decrypt and save to USB drives as "insurance" (his words) of him discussing things with police. Either he was an informant or he had them working for him. I think both. I know for a period of about 8 or 9 months that Ulbricht had not logged into the site portal because my ex-SO became paranoid that the guy might have been arrested or killed or turned informant. he pops back up and they start chatting like old buddies, supposedly he was hanging out with family and having personal problems.

I dont know the specifics and have never told a soul. When they arrested this boy, my ex took off. Said he was going to visit his parents and lay low for a bit, and then abruptly vanished. I did see him as "last online X hours ago" on Whatsapp here and there, so thankfully he's not dead or in jail.. I think.

For those who might think I could be getting him in trouble and Im being a bitch/vengeful/rat. No I aint. He's not a US citizen and is most likely not in the US.

TLDR/ELI5: Ross Ulbricht was definetly not "The Dread Pirate Roberts" as much as he was accused of. That would impossible. He sure is paying the price for it though. May God make this guys situation better one day, he's pain a price for shit he wasnt too vested in.

[–]throaway4goodmeasure 32 points 3 months ago

it was kind of surreal and exciting (yet scary), but I suppose he thought I got off on it. At that time in my life I personally just cared that I had all the exotic MJ I could smoke like a kid in a candy store, and I was taken care of financially. I did think it was risky but he said he had plans in case things get dicy. Whats not too rad is someone else was just sentenced to life in the prisons for .. crimes he aint done much.

[–]throaway4goodmeasure 17 points 3 months ago

I know about the movie, I don't think it's online anywhere to watch yet. I don't use Google to look things up relating to any of this, but I do use Tor. I am not sure about 3 people using "Dread Pirate Roberts" account, but who knows what kinds of shit these dudes were upto, I would not be surprised. I know they all (including my ex) took it all very seriously and many times we would be stoned as hell, yet he would not laugh or watch the TV or anything, just on his laptop for huge hours at a time. There were others he would chat with about the operation/site/ and refer to them as his workers, but I really avoided actively sitting down and looking at it. Maybe in bed I would look at his screen out of curioisity but usually just do my own thing on my laptop. They were all using GPG encryption and linux stuff. I dont know but I would guess 5 or 6 people were around the clock keeping the thing up and runnin. It haunts me that I was this close to all of it, and it really has taken a toll on me knowing that I know things about such a famous case. Ulrbicht was not the only Dread Pirate for too much long of a time. The courts did not give him fairness.

Hey PoM, it'd be nice if you could give your side of the story told in these comments.

I'd love to hear PoM's take but my gut tells me if the Reddit poster was telling the truth they'd focus more on providing facts and less on stuffing the tale with (what they think is) technical verbiage.

There's nothing new or significant there.

Writing "The Ulbricht boy" and "I did see him as "last online X hours ago" on Whatsapp here and there, so thankfully he's not dead or in jail.. I think" makes me picture some 16 year old guy in his bedroom trying to talk how they think a 32 year old stripper would speak about an ex who was involved in running SR at one time but has since gone on the run.

Why TF would ANYONE involved in the higher echelons of SR be floating about on Whatsapp months after going on the run?

Textsecure and Torchat not working? Burner cell phones not a good idea?

The alleged 'insurance' and the allegidity that this phantom may b in cahoots with the cops means he's not too scared to be traced at times? Maybe people do know where he is. I think this vj would be way too clever to be potentially be doxxed by a bird though. They can't keep secrets lol. Proof is in the post if is true, so he should already know that, being old and good wit the ladies. Therefore, I reckon that post is bs.

If something is currently going on, who knows if even the alleged protagonists even know what's really going on? No offence mongooses, you're cleary very intelligent and holding a lot back. Who knows why or for how long? You. Well, I think probably a few people if it's true....


One things for sure, cos it was proven with convictions, something is dodgy with that SR case!

This should get sent over to DeepDotWeb. Or PoM should do an interview with them. It would certainly help the publicity and lend credence to the whole thing. If the story really takes off it would raise awareness of the issue and definitely help the admins of the other DNM's as they could become aware or a least have a warning of this Diamond character lurking around in their backyards....

bentech wrote:now now,
lets not forget we had 160 last year when a member lost his mind and launch'd some kind of attack on the site...

Link?

Them idjits at the SNDY office is just going ignore this. Then wait for it to go away.

'Cause knowing about crooked fbi agents is one thing. Doin anything bout fbi corruption is a whole nother barrel of apples.





And yer ignoring me bout the "rest of the story" ain't ya?

Shazaam wrote: And yer ignoring me bout the "rest of the story" ain't ya?

At this point that is all that I am interested in as well. The "bombshell" has turned into a bullshit circus.

You guys from Bitcoin land certainly are an impatient lot. You gotta understand, Mongoose runs on his schedule and not yours.

Some of these people are still waiting for PoM to grab a scanner cable to post something about a big red ruby smuggled off that very same island inside the confines of another seed pimps ass.

9 years later, he returns with some new tale about a computer nerd locked away for life and corrupt officers of the law enforcement, another living abroad in Russia under exile if you will for exposing what the international news media had reported on 30 years earlier when they explained what really goes on at Menewith Hill, other nerds killed for claiming they worked for the "powers that be" rigging elections and then you have the journalists that exposed the corruption, committing suicide, by shooting themselves twice in the head?

You guys don't get it. You're pretty insignificant in the grand scheme.

You guys got the ability to watch a movie while you wait for Mongoose to get on with it?

Choose your method of streaming and watch the film "Lord of War" starring fellow wage slave, Nicolas Cage.

True Story.

PoM, think 'safe house' Appalachia, time to retire, simplify, etc.

~ ~

smokebreaks wrote:
You guys don't get it. You're pretty insignificant in the grand scheme.

Wait, whatttt? This can not be.

smokebreaks wrote:You guys from Bitcoin land certainly are an impatient lot. You gotta understand, Mongoose runs on his schedule and not yours.

Some of these people are still waiting for PoM to grab a scanner cable to post something about a big red ruby smuggled off that very same island inside the confines of another seed pimps ass.

9 years later, he returns with some new tale about a computer nerd locked away for life and corrupt officers of the law enforcement, another living abroad in Russia under exile if you will for exposing what the international news media had reported on 30 years earlier when they explained what really goes on at Menewith Hill, other nerds killed for claiming they worked for the "powers that be" rigging elections and then you have the journalists that exposed the corruption, committing suicide, by shooting themselves twice in the head?

You guys don't get it. You're pretty insignificant in the grand scheme.

You guys got the ability to watch a movie while you wait for Mongoose to get on with it?

Choose your method of streaming and watch the film "Lord of War" starring fellow wage slave, Nicolas Cage.

True Story.

Have you ever thought alot of people just dont care for reading shite like this? Or Mongooses long way about it style of posting. If something like this happened to me I doubt my main concern would be trying to sell it as an entertaining read.

To cut a long story short sounds like Gypsy was behind the VJ to me, but if he was even fair play you guys are shit anyway. At least he had the brains to blame it on his former arch nemesis. I can tell already PoM does not have the capability to have been VJ unless he is acting up.

/last post over and out

No-one's FORCING you to come here and read, SR Refugee.

Pom never promised you a popcorn scented rose garden. And, his plan for posting here seems like part of a bigger plan.

You can read the Cliff Notes version if and when it transpires.

I'll give you a spoiler though (you have to click to see) : Pom's not currently on any Interpol Red wanted person lists.

i recall planetganja REFUgee's had some sad iterations before smokes row'd by with the luxuary dingy...


aLOT of fare voice's were nix'd

http://www.interpol.int/notice/search/wanted" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Search yourself. I can't find a single person on the red list in fact with a "normal" sounding name to North American or English ears, almost every name on the list in fact looks like a spilled scrabble tiles name to me. If you are named James Anderson or Robert Smith or some such, it appears Interpol just isn't that into you.

Jesús Malverde wrote:http://www.interpol.int/notice/search/wanted

Search yourself. I can't find a single person on the red list in fact with a "normal" sounding name to North American or English ears, almost every name on the list in fact looks like a spilled scrabble tiles name to me. If you are named James Anderson or Robert Smith or some such, it appears Interpol just isn't that into you.

My you are the nosey fuck aren't you. Remind me again what agency you narc for?

As a point of interest, it appears that INTERPOL uses a French-built search engine. Try using wild cards and searching for everyone the US may be looking for... Comes up a number that may approximate your IQ.

One would think mongoose would have peeked at INTERPOL if for no other reason than to print a few wanted posters for mementos. Looks like he didn't.

In your defense, it could be a red herring by a lying federal agent, wouldn't be the first certainly won't be the last.

French-built search engine? Dafaq? Jesus titty fucking Christ, I searched for and found a site to search Interpol's "most wanted" list in reference to well_lol_doh's post above and shared the link. Who put the sand in your Vagisil?

Jesús Malverde wrote:Who put the sand in your Vagisil?

Well now dearie, the only people I've ever known who made as many accusations about others being confedential informants and rats, and all around rotten snitches as you've done; those folks have unfortunately, without exception, turned-out to be themselves, what they accused others of being. Now I'm not saying that this applies to you, bless your heart. Yet that pattern has been very reliable for me.

I've been fortunate to have learned about that character trait harmlessly early on and have since made a point of getting clear when I hear such accusations being bandied about. Facts with proof are one thing. Accusations based on speculations and hearsay are another.

And yes, sand is such a nuisance there. I probably am a rather cranky old bat when that happens. Fortunately I haven't had that problem lately.

Hey PoM - I hope you are doing well out there man, Stay low and safe! I have been reading alot about SR and have a few questions for you, I hope you don't mind sir.

It never ceases to amaze me as we unravel the SR story more and more. This is by far the best book I've ever read hahaha. It seems that there is so much more going on behind the scenes of these DNM's than meets the eye. It truly amazes me that there are Parallels between the closure of Agora & Evolution, and that the Evo Exit Scam was actually a desperate attempt to get out of the grasps of this "Diamond" character.

BTW, I do not believe he goes by Diamond or Carat - I believe he either slipped, or wants you to think he slipped. He seems too smart to slip legitimately, but then again, he might've slipped just like Carl did. I also can't help but notice that the first name he used "Chryssupus", along with the Initials CWT does indeed perfectly match up with "Chris W Tarbell" AKA Chryss. I agree that he would be beyond retarded and things don't match up, but none the less, it deserves scrutiny.

I do feel like your man is still catch-able. He will most definitely fuck up at some point in time. He's already given you alot of info from my understanding, including that he is after nearly all the DNM's, meaning you could possibly find the same vulnerability and out him that way. Also, I can't help but think that this guy was extremely close to the SR investigation. I have a feeling this guy is closer than you think, hiding in plain sight if you will.

One thing that amazes me about all this is: Ever since the first day of the arrest, I had suspicions that the 190k BTC seized by the GOV was only a small portion of it. I always felt like Ross had more Bitcoin, so if this other 300k BTC wallet is true, this is giant and only confirms my suspicions. The "Mastermind" SR page that the FBI posted up to the internet showed that there was 200k or so BTC in the system at the time of seizure. One thing that I am wondering is how old the Mastermind page was. I'm willing to bet that there was a time before they upgraded where the mastermind page didn't exsist at all. I seem to remember reading in his journal something along the lines of "I've finally built a automated system for processing transactions so I don't have to do it manually". This would mean that there is a period of time where sales were unaccounted for possibly, or at least accounted for elsewhere. Also, BTC was very cheap during this time, 5 USD, so his BTC commissions would of been much bigger than they were when BTC was in the 100s. It seems much more plausible that he would accumulate his BTC fortunes during the times when BTC was priced cheaply.

how was this large cache of bitcoin overlooked? What is your beliefs? It almost makes me think that Diamond had his hands on Ross's electronics before anyone else did, or was already in the system and was able to snoop so he knew exactly where to go when the time came. Possibly he was one of them in the library that day? Or maybe in the room with Green that day Force/Bridges got the information they needed to gain admin access to SR. Either way, Diamond has to be extremely close to this investigation to be able to secretly go through Ross's electronics and pilfer a unnoticed large BTC wallet before anyone else could find it, this takes a very specific window of opportunity that not too many people would have. My friend, if this Diamond exsists, I can assure you it's a small world, especially in the world of Three-Letter-Agency spooks investigating DNM Drug dealing and Bitcoin.

Can you shed some light on how you think these Bitcoins were pilfered? Also, how were they in Ross's possession, without being in the Gov's possession simultaneously? How did Ross obtain these bitcoin? Where were they stored you think? His personal belongings? or a online wallet lol?

Secondly - You make it sound like these 300k Bitcoin are on a single wallet, protected by a single passphrase. When I go to the Bitcoin Top 100 Rich List, the largest wallets are in the 150k BTC range, and both of which have sent transactions out after Ross was arrested in Oct of last year, so even if these 2 top wallets were his, someone still has access and hasn't wiped them, which seem's unlikely. I suppose it could be 4.3 wallets worth 70k BTC each that are directly underneath the top 2 lists, as these address haven't transacted for a long while, but that just didn't match up with what was said. Now, I don't know if the Bitcoin Top 100 List includes all bitcoin addresses, but I'd imagine it does, as that would be the whole point. Can you shed some light on this?

Have you actually seen proof of this large wallet? What about proof of the wallets this Diamond character supposedly holds at this very moment. Can you follow Evo coins to his wallet? Or has it not gone that far. It amazes me that all these seemingly random happenings on the DNM's happens to be connected in various ways. I swear, this would make the best movie ever.

Hang in there man, Stay safe. I see this playing out 2 ways. 1: nothing comes of this wicked story, and PoM fades into the shadows once again to live his life where ever he may chose, and the story dies out. 2: PoM comes to NY and this story blows wide open, he tells all, and ends up locked up for a bit, and we hopefully see some results, more then likely though, the GOV won't tell us anything and we will once again be left in the dark.

If you are going option 2: I urge you to disclose as much as you possibly can without incriminating yourself. I have a bad feeling that the second you are in the hands of the government is the second this story disappears off the face of the earth. There is so much to this story and to the other DNM's. This is your chance to shed some light on the darkest part of this whole ordeal, and it's something that I'm guessing you won't have the opportunity to do ever again after the coming weeks. Just figured I'd ask It's worth a shot you know.

Well man, I look forward to hearing back from you, Take care of yourself, enjoy yourself and stay safe. Puff puff pass, I am having a Beer and Smoke in your honor.

Take care man

Ganja Is Great

So PoM was in jail, yet a brilliant corrupt top FBI agent with an eye for detail didn't google for inmates. How often was that IPhone mentioned used while in jail teaching how to grow?
And that FBI agent somehow popped up on PoMs contact list of a torchat compatible program which left no logs?

An attempt at witness protection?

Hey PoM, I called up Lyn tonight and asked what she thought of all this, and she was a little unnerved, but I told her to stay safe.

smokebreaks wrote:
You guys got the ability to watch a movie while you wait for Mongoose to get on with it?

Choose your method of streaming and watch the film "Lord of War" starring fellow wage slave, Nicolas Cage.

True Story.

Sure, just Google "TVMC", it gives you all kinds of movies

Ganja Is Great wrote: ...
Secondly - You make it sound like these 300k Bitcoin are on a single wallet, protected by a single passphrase. When I go to the Bitcoin Top 100 Rich List, the largest wallets are in the 150k BTC range, and both of which have sent transactions out after Ross was arrested in Oct of last year, so even if these 2 top wallets were his, someone still has access and hasn't wiped them, which seem's unlikely. I suppose it could be 4.3 wallets worth 70k BTC each that are directly underneath the top 2 lists, as these address haven't transacted for a long while, but that just didn't match up with what was said. Now, I don't know if the Bitcoin Top 100 List includes all bitcoin addresses, but I'd imagine it does, as that would be the whole point. Can you shed some light on this?
...

You seem to confuse wallet with addresses. Diamond claims to have a wallet worth 300k. This wallet can contain many addresses. So maybe it has a million addresses, each address only worth 0.33 Bitcoins. If you want to know which addresses belong to said wallet, you need to analyze all transactions regarding SR.

I wonder if this PoM is really that PoM. I have some doubts about the whole story.
Diamond gives away too much about himself. It should be fairly easy for the FBI to find out his real identity. The number of people involved with this case, having access to all information, being very tech-savvy, and able to steal a wallet from Ross' laptop without anyone noticing, can probably be limited to two or three, or even just one.
So, why would Diamond, who seems to be a smart guy, make it possible to get easily identified with the help of someone who isn't prosecuted? Diamond would have taken this risk into account in the first place.

However, if the story is true, I don't think it was very clever to warn Diamond by posting here. I mean, PoM could have contacted Ross' lawyer to warn Ross' mum and sis, and through him get the attention of Serrin Turner. Now, Trabell or whoever has time to cover his tracks and get away with the coins from the other markets. I also don't see any point why you should turn yourself in. You delivered the data and now it's their job to find the bad guy within their org.

Jesús Malverde wrote:http://www.interpol.int/notice/search/wanted

Search yourself. I can't find a single person on the red list in fact with a "normal" sounding name to North American or English ears, almost every name on the list in fact looks like a spilled scrabble tiles name to me. If you are named James Anderson or Robert Smith or some such, it appears Interpol just isn't that into you.

I have to go away for work for a few days, so will have to catch up on the latest with this at a later date.

I will preface this post with the fact that I find PoM fascinating from what I have read of him thus far. He's clearly extremely intelligent and capable of the kind of thought process that's like that of an expert chess player. He seems to be thinking several years and steps ahead at any given time.

In a world full of the type of people who are so stupid they don't even know they're alive, PoM is a very good thing. I find stupid people highly irritating.

That said:

There's currently one active Interpol red notice for Thailand right now - which is a woman called Lisa Marie Smith who is from Australia and believed to be in Ireland at the moment. http://www.heraldsun.com.au/news/law-or ... 7448279612" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

If there ever was a red notice issued for Pom - globally - it has since been removed. However an agent in the FBI/Homeland Security/Baltimore or NYC task force would have had to have signed it upon issuing it. There would be a name of an official attached to it.

Perhaps there are several sealed indictments waiting in NYC for PoM or perhaps not. I believe there's several sealed ones still which are linked to the Blake Benthall case (he was the head honcho at SR2 after St Exo/DPR2 possibly stole some of the users' bitcoins and then went on the run in or around December 2013). Benthall is co-operating with authorities and things have been very quiet on that front for some time. Who would be higher up than Benthall that would enable him to cut a deal? There's only a few potential nyms: St Exo, DPR2, and yes, Variety Jones.

What I find odd is that since PoM's allegations over the weekend, not only has there been very little media coverage, the FBI addressed the allegations thus:

“We are aware of the allegations made by Variety Jones and have forwarded them to the appropriate office for review,” an FBI spokesperson told Motherboard in an emailed statement. “The FBI takes claims of employee misconduct seriously as we are an agency with the mission of upholding the law."

Huh?

An official FBI spokesperson actually referred to Mongoose, who has identified himself as Roger Thomas Clark, in an official statement as "Variety Jones" which is an internet website nym?

Surely they'd use his given name: Thomas Clark or refer to him as "the person who goes by the pseudonym 'Plural of Mongoose'" or Thomas Ckark, AKA Variety Jones - you get my drift.

That's odd as fuck.

Interesting that they sent this via email and Joseph Cock didn't bother to pick up the phone and call NY to get a statement.

As far as we know from Pluto Pete, a Brit who was arrested at the same time that the Silk Road moderator team were, the Feds thought that Variety Jones was him when Silk Road was busted and everyone was round up. He wasn't, of course, but my point is, his was the only name they had in the hat as a person who might be Variety Jones.

The only real evidence the Feds might have for Variety Jones being PoM is that in Tor chat logs the person going by Variety Jones said casually "fuck, Plural of Mongoose should be enough" (or something along those lines). The Tor chats being released during Ross Ulbricht's trial caused amateur Internet sleuths to Google until their fingers were bloody and they linked Plural of Mongoose to the name Thomas Clark, thanks to publicly available info on old archived hash forums and records kept with Companies House in the UK - as well as the court case with Gypsy.

Gypsy was arrested in Manilla about one month before Silk Road fell. Coincidence or not, he's still actively wanted by the US for other things. He's refused extradition to the UK because he doesn't want the US to intercept the plane en route to the UK.

I don't know all the details of the Gypsy stuff but he does seem to be sneaky enough to set PoM up, especially given the history, and the fact that he was free while PoM was imprisoned in the UK. Sure you might be able to log onto Tor from an iPhone but you sure as shit can't post out seeds from prison. (Well, unless someone else handled orders, but you get my drift).

Motherboard hacked an email account that they claim belongs to PoM, presumably they didn't hack the account he has posted here, and perhaps someone sent them on a wild goose chase?... Perhaps someone knew that darknet elves would be looking into that account, heck perhaps they even made it easy to hack?

The bottom line is that Mongoose hasn't once over the past week or so come out and said he's Variety Jones, who advised Silk Road's DPR for several years. He actually said in a posting early on in this thread that he "didn't architect anything". (Reference to Motherboard's recent "article" which accused him of being a "Forgotten Architect of Silk Road").

My guess is that he's trolling Motherboard for so carelessly doxxing him and that other guy, and posting it under the guise of news and potentially causing a lot of harm, both financially and otherwise, to both of them in the process. Contents of an email account can be faked, easily. Jeez, one piece of their "evidence" was an email the account holder had sent to themself! lol.

I think, given that as far as we know that PoM isn't wanted, that this post is a bit of a long con and Motherboard will end up with an entire farm of battery hens eggs on their faces.

Motherboard are the only news outlet that seem to be breathlessly posting about this thread (because they think they have the scoop of the century and that it justifies the hacking), along with two blogs, while other, more seasoned and, uh, trained journalists, are wisely exercising caution and watching and waiting before reporting any of it as news.

I don't see any of this mentioned on Forbes, on Deep Dot Web, or by any of the media outlets that covered the Ulbricht trial.

If I'm right, we'll never find out who Variety Jones truly was, because he was never so careless as to leave a trial - certainly not one that would prove in a court of law and beyond a reasonable doubt, who he was.

Some twat at Motherboard deciding Variety Jones is PoM and printing it does not make it so.

All we have is a writing style that's vaguely similar (and easily aped), a throwaway comment mentioning Plural of Mongoose in a chat log and a few hacked emails from an account that we don't even know for sure that PoM had control of. All of this is on the internet and all of this can be faked.

As for Diamond, well, I have no idea how he got PoM's Torchat ID and, again, I doubt we'll ever get to the bottom of that story either.

For what it's worth, many in the tech community are sceptical of some of this, some say it's PoM being self-aggrandising and having a bit of fun; while others believe that there's enough there to treat the Diamond character as posing a real threat to the Ulbricht family.

My main worry is that Ross Ulbricht's mom and sister aren't internet characters in a deep web soap opera. They're very real people, with real worries, fears and concerns. Therefore I'd really like it if there was some kind of indication as to how serious the threat is to their lives as leaving them hanging and jumping every time they hear a noise in the night is extremely unfair - especially as they've already suffered the trauma of watching Ross being dragged through the courts and sentenced to several lifetimes in prison.

I hope that for their sakes that this story doesn't just go off the boil and get forgotten about and that there's some kind of closure, if only on that particular section of the story.

Whatever happens: These geeks playing internet detective are dangerous and need to realise when you're playing with others' lives, and their freedom, you can't take things lightly and treat it like a game or a deep web soap opera.

I wish Pom all the luck in the world, but I personally don't think we'll see him handing himself in to the US authorities, or revealing himself to be Variety Jones any time soon.

SR-Refugee wrote:

smokebreaks wrote:You guys from Bitcoin land certainly are an impatient lot. You gotta understand, Mongoose runs on his schedule and not yours.

Some of these people are still waiting for PoM to grab a scanner cable to post something about a big red ruby smuggled off that very same island inside the confines of another seed pimps ass.

9 years later, he returns with some new tale about a computer nerd locked away for life and corrupt officers of the law enforcement, another living abroad in Russia under exile if you will for exposing what the international news media had reported on 30 years earlier when they explained what really goes on at Menewith Hill, other nerds killed for claiming they worked for the "powers that be" rigging elections and then you have the journalists that exposed the corruption, committing suicide, by shooting themselves twice in the head?

You guys don't get it. You're pretty insignificant in the grand scheme.

You guys got the ability to watch a movie while you wait for Mongoose to get on with it?

Choose your method of streaming and watch the film "Lord of War" starring fellow wage slave, Nicolas Cage.

True Story.

Have you ever thought alot of people just dont care for reading shite like this? Or Mongooses long way about it style of posting. If something like this happened to me I doubt my main concern would be trying to sell it as an entertaining read.

To cut a long story short sounds like Gypsy was behind the VJ to me, but if he was even fair play you guys are shit anyway. At least he had the brains to blame it on his former arch nemesis. I can tell already PoM does not have the capability to have been VJ unless he is acting up.

/last post over and out

Good thing we're all different then because I love the way he's selling it As bizarre complaints go, this is a pretty bizarre one.

well_lol_doh wrote:
My main worry is that Ross Ulbricht's mom and sister aren't internet characters in a deep web soap opera. They're very real people, with real worries, fears and concerns. Therefore I'd really like it if there was some kind of indication as to how serious the threat is to their lives as leaving them hanging and jumping every time they hear a noise in the night is extremely unfair - especially as they've already suffered the trauma of watching Ross being dragged through the courts and sentenced to several lifetimes in prison.

I hope that for their sakes that this story doesn't just go off the boil and get forgotten about and that there's some kind of closure, if only on that particular section of the story.

Surely if this news story does become prevalent beyond Vice and Motherboard and it is all a ruse, then Ross and his family would have enough nous and knowledge to know that PoM isn't Variety Jones, though? Having said that it's a pretty distasteful rumour to make up just to get back at a relatively small news outlet (even if they are partly owned by Murdoch).

You seem to confuse wallet with addresses. Diamond claims to have a wallet worth 300k. This wallet can contain many addresses. So maybe it has a million addresses, each address only worth 0.33 Bitcoins. If you want to know which addresses belong to said wallet, you need to analyze all transactions regarding SR.

AHH - Ok thank you so much for clearing that up, Yes I was confused on the two I didn't realized that you can have multiple addresses on the same wallet storing coins for you. I always figured 1 wallet = 1 address till you change it, and once you change it, the old wallet is transferred to the new wallet. I am still kind of confused tbh hahaha.

Correct me if I am wrong - So you can have a wallet with multiple addresses storing coins separately that is protected by the same wallet passphrase?

Thank you for explaining it though, it was one hole in the story that I couldn't get over, and now that it isn't a hole, it makes me feel much different about the story.

I agree with what you and others have said though. It seems weird that this "Diamond" character would give out as much information as he has, especially if he pretends to be smarter than the other 2 corrupt agents My question is, how did he get away with it when the others didn't?

They 2 caught agents were both stupid for sure by transferring their funds to USD and not waiting it out, but I'd still imagine some where, if it is true, there is a trail that leads straight to Diamond, It just has to be found. I also agree that it is a extremely small world in the world of 3 letter agency spooks investigating DNM drug dealing & bitcoin payments - There is only a handful of people that have the access to Ross's belongings and the capabilities/know-how to pull it off successfully and know that you aren't leaving a trail.

As they say, Once you eliminate the impossible, what ever is left, no matter how improbable, must be the cause. There is a small chance this is all one fantastic troll, as the way he writes is truly entertaining, I don't know if I was in the same situation if I'd take the time to do that, but I am not PoM.

The chances of there being a wallet that was accessible to everyone during the investigation going missing without anyone noticing are astronomical. The chances of that person being able to remove those coins and hide them before anyone else has their hands on the electronics is also astronomical. The amount of people that have intimate knowledge of the investigations into DNMs + the know how to pull off something like that, again, a handful of people with this knowledge. Forgive me for being skeptical PoM, because I truly want to believe you, but the odds of all that added together just seems to against reality that I have to question them.

One thing that I noticed SmokeBreaks said is that "He is for sure that this PoM is the same PoM from years ago" in a post earlier in the thread. My question is how does he know? I'm guessing hes an admin to the site since he's given out rules and stuff, was he able to cross referance IP addresses? or has PoM never connected to this site via clearnet? I know he said they met IRL, but I am unsure how he confirmed it's the same person typing now as it was back in the day Pre-SR.

We haven't heard from PoM in a day or so - I hope you are doing well out there brother, stay safe. I can't wait to learn more! This story is amazing.

Ganja Is Great wrote:One thing that I noticed SmokeBreaks said is that "He is for sure that this PoM is the same PoM from years ago" in a post earlier in the thread. My question is how does he know? I'm guessing hes an admin to the site since he's given out rules and stuff, was he able to cross referance IP addresses? or has PoM never connected to this site via clearnet? I know he said they met IRL, but I am unsure how he confirmed it's the same person typing now as it was back in the day Pre-SR.

There is absolutely no doubt that the PoM posting now is the real Plural of Mongoose.

SR-Refugee wrote:To cut a long story short sounds like Gypsy was behind the VJ to me, but if he was even fair play you guys are shit anyway. At least he had the brains to blame it on his former arch nemesis. I can tell already PoM does not have the capability to have been VJ unless he is acting up.

/last post over and out

..... so it was Gypsy, huh????

Ganja Is Great wrote: One thing that I noticed SmokeBreaks said is that "He is for sure that this PoM is the same PoM from years ago" in a post earlier in the thread. My question is how does he know? I'm guessing hes an admin to the site since he's given out rules and stuff, was he able to cross referance IP addresses? or has PoM never connected to this site via clearnet? I know he said they met IRL, but I am unsure how he confirmed it's the same person typing now as it was back in the day Pre-SR.

You wouldn't make an ID on someone you'd met using electronic trickery like IP addies--which in this case would inevitably lead nowhere anyway--you'd ask what you'd had for dinner that evening or what someone was wearing or what you talked about or details like that. If Smokes says it's PoM; it's PoM.

PS: It's PoM.

It could be Smokes proving a point to you Hax after you were ready to post PoM's pic based on circumstantial evidence.

I'm about 98% sure it's the PoM I've known for 15 years.....show us the claw marks to remove all doubt!

Hiya

Gadabout wrote:

Ganja Is Great wrote:One thing that I noticed SmokeBreaks said is that "He is for sure that this PoM is the same PoM from years ago" in a post earlier in the thread. My question is how does he know? I'm guessing hes an admin to the site since he's given out rules and stuff, was he able to cross referance IP addresses? or has PoM never connected to this site via clearnet? I know he said they met IRL, but I am unsure how he confirmed it's the same person typing now as it was back in the day Pre-SR.

There is absolutely no doubt that the PoM posting now is the real Plural of Mongoose.

You would know but then...

Are you the real Gadabout becomes the conspiracy question.

By agreeing to have more Paris Hilton pictures everywhere these "questions" could be made to go away.

Ganja Is Great wrote: Correct me if I am wrong - So you can have a wallet with multiple addresses storing coins separately that is protected by the same wallet passphrase?

The quick answer is yes.

The long answer is that there are usually two definitions of a wallet that get passed around in Bitcoin lingo:

• A collection of Bitcoin addresses. Just some arbitrary group of addresses, presumably controlled by the same entity.
• A piece of software that manages a collection of Bitcoin addresses. That is to say that it keeps the private keys corresponding to those addresses so that it can sign transactions that send bitcoins from those addresses. The software can also act as a node on the bitcoin network and broadcast transactions it has signed or repeat the transactions signed by others. The software could easily offer password security or encryption of the private keys to prevent unauthorized use or analysis; most Bitcoin clients do this.

Neither definition of a wallet has any kind of representation on the ledger/blockchain itself, which deals primarily in movement of coins through addresses, it's just a concept maintained by software or people outside the Bitcoin network and blockchain.

That said, you can derive an idea of what addresses might comprise a wallet by either:

• Getting a copy of a wallet software's data stores. For example, wallet.dat if you're using Bitcoin core. In some wallet softwares, getting the seed string of bytes used to generate all of its addresses is sufficient.
• Analyzing the transactions found in the blockchain. If more than one address is used as an input in a single transaction, you can assume that some entity (wallet software, person, whatever) conceivably has the private key for all of those addresses, otherwise, how could they sign that transaction. WalletExplorer.com uses this technique to join addresses together, for example, in determining the original Silk Road's big hot wallet contents. If you really want to dig deep, you can also try to guess what outputs of a transaction are being made to change addresses that are auto-generated by the originating wallet.

Some people have some serious explaining to do.

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I'll wait here.

Jesús Malverde wrote:

Ganja Is Great wrote: One thing that I noticed SmokeBreaks said is that "He is for sure that this PoM is the same PoM from years ago" in a post earlier in the thread. My question is how does he know? I'm guessing hes an admin to the site since he's given out rules and stuff, was he able to cross referance IP addresses? or has PoM never connected to this site via clearnet? I know he said they met IRL, but I am unsure how he confirmed it's the same person typing now as it was back in the day Pre-SR.

You wouldn't make an ID on someone you'd met using electronic trickery like IP addies--which in this case would inevitably lead nowhere anyway--you'd ask what you'd had for dinner that evening or what someone was wearing or what you talked about or details like that. If Smokes says it's PoM; it's PoM.

PS: It's PoM.

Lol ah ok, that makes complete sense to me. I suppose it would have nothing to do with anything other than personal information that only the true PoM would know. That makes complete sense. Thank you Jesus.

PartyTimez wrote:

Ganja Is Great wrote: Correct me if I am wrong - So you can have a wallet with multiple addresses storing coins separately that is protected by the same wallet passphrase?

The quick answer is yes.

The long answer is that there are usually two definitions of a wallet that get passed around in Bitcoin lingo:

• A collection of Bitcoin addresses. Just some arbitrary group of addresses, presumably controlled by the same entity.
• A piece of software that manages a collection of Bitcoin addresses. That is to say that it keeps the private keys corresponding to those addresses so that it can sign transactions that send bitcoins from those addresses. The software can also act as a node on the bitcoin network and broadcast transactions it has signed or repeat the transactions signed by others. The software could easily offer password security or encryption of the private keys to prevent unauthorized use or analysis; most Bitcoin clients do this.

Neither definition of a wallet has any kind of representation on the ledger/blockchain itself, which deals primarily in movement of coins through addresses, it's just a concept maintained by software or people outside the Bitcoin network and blockchain.

That said, you can derive an idea of what addresses might comprise a wallet by either:

• Getting a copy of a wallet software's data stores. For example, wallet.dat if you're using Bitcoin core. In some wallet softwares, getting the seed string of bytes used to generate all of its addresses is sufficient.
• Analyzing the transactions found in the blockchain. If more than one address is used as an input in a single transaction, you can assume that some entity (wallet software, person, whatever) conceivably has the private key for all of those addresses, otherwise, how could they sign that transaction. WalletExplorer.com uses this technique to join addresses together, for example, in determining the original Silk Road's big hot wallet contents. If you really want to dig deep, you can also try to guess what outputs of a transaction are being made to change addresses that are auto-generated by the originating wallet.

Ah ok - Thank you dude, that is a perfect answer and now it makes perfect sense to me. I guess I never really realized there was a difference between an "address" and a "wallet". That makes perfect sense, and also helps explain how some people have 1000 wallets with 10 btc in each. I always wondered how they would keep track of this sort of thing, seems like the ultimate pain in the ass lol.

Any word on when PoM was supposed to be back around?

Another boutique crypto currency? Seems like a Dopey idea. Oregon comes online for legal recreational sales tomorrow, California will probably fall next year. And that's just the West Coast of the US. Wait, then it's the *entire* West Coast including Alaska. The problem I see is that crypto doesn't really replace retail banking services, once the customer can use credit/debit cards at the POS everyone will be using USD like any other business. Won't they? And then there's the volatility of cryptos--it makes even routine transactions clearing over say three days into a game of craps. Someone should do one that's somehow pegged to the USD to breed the volatility out. Might still work as a stopgap until then, but people are making due with cash, some Credit Unions have been helpful here. You do read now and then about banks not appreciating bales of cash that smell like kush.

But the Bloomberg story I posted referenced a bank vault that reeked of Bounce Fabric softener.

Ganja Is Great wrote:

Any word on when PoM was supposed to be back around?

That lil' fucker does like to take his time, eh.

I'd expect he'll be back Real Soon Now™!

Seriously though, had just a whack of emails to catch up on, and in many cases do extensive follow up on. Learning new things about quite a few new things that it looks like my old buddy Diamond was up to, that even I didn't know.

I have yet to have any official government-type response my safe-mail.net account, and while I'm awaiting that, I'll be hanging out around here sharing and generally having fun.

If you wish to email me, please keep in mind that the safe-mail.net account is going to be monitored closely. From a throwaway account, use the zybose PGP key from just after the second email, and include an alternate email account, some random phrase, and your public key encrypted in your email. I'll return your email from a different email account, using your random phrase as the subject line. If you don't get a timely response, check your junk mail folder to make sure my response hasn't slipped in there.

I'll be back posting interesting stuff soon enough.




EDIT @ smokes & Haxxie: As long as the Feds regulations keep the major banks from dealing with those lovely bushels of greenbacks from the legal pot businesses, there's going to be a search for viable alternatives. That said, I agree with you inasmuch as I don't see yet another boutique alt-coin filling that need. However, we're talking about stoners here, who will buy damn near anything if its got a pot leaf on it. One can never tell when and alt-coin is going to get traction (Doge-coin, anyone?), so it is worth following along to see what happens, eh.





SECOND EDIT @ Lrus007 below: v v v v

well he might be busy for a while.
earls herpy's were acting up so plan B.
i passed the hat for a hooker for PoM.
well did the best i could with the $7.58 i got.
enjoy you get her overnight.
Lrus007

Posted on Reddit a few days ago:

Regarding these revelations: There is significant disinformation going around, and there is some inadvertent truths in VJ/PoM's bombshell.
1) "Diamond" is not the moniker used by the rogue LE that is in the wind. It might be now, but there were always a few others he rotated.
2) He is not FBI. He is HSI [Homeland Security Investigations].
3) He extorted and passed information to DPR (SR), Atlantis, Backopy (BMR), Defcon&DPR2 (SR2), Verto&Kimble (Evolution), and attempted to get in with Agora but no deal was struck.
4) Much has been whispered about the missing rogue agent - rumours throughout the SR trial, redacted court filings in the Benthall case, un-redacted fuckups by the DoJ in the DPR data dump, and several articles by Sarah Jeong, Andy Greenberg, Joseph Cox, etc.
5) VJ/Clark/PoM is a liar, but he knows enough to bluff enough.
|In the event this Reddit account is locked, blocked, rocked, and subpoenaed into cryogenic suspension, I may or may not be reached @ whistleblower@tutamail.com|

https://www.reddit.com/r/DarkNetMarkets ... ew/cvglt0d" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

FWIW

Jesús Malverde wrote:Posted on Reddit a few days ago:

https://www.reddit.com/r/DarkNetMarkets ... ew/cvglt0d" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

FWIW

Very addictive Haxx, isn't it?

What do you think the flute player is trying to say?

I think Whistleblower's probably bullshitting. But then PoM's in all likelihood bullshitting to some degree as well. That might even *be* PoM.

Saying

" 'Diamond' is not the moniker used by the rogue LE that is in the wind. It might be now, but there were always a few others he rotated." and "He is not FBI. He is HSI."

with no elaboration seems pretty obviously bullshit. If there were anything there to back those statements up, it'd at least have been hinted at. Instead you've got bald assertions of fact and absolutely no reason provided to believe it's either 1: true, or 2: that the person saying it there has any way of knowing that. There's nothing written there that any random person couldn't have posted up because they were bored or whatever. Please note that PoM's story is almost equally tenuous. None of his assertions of fact can apparently be empirically tested or in any way fact checked. He's provided no new provable or independently verifiable information, anyone could have constructed that story just from the rumors circulating. I couldn't even find any corroboration of his alleged "cannabis factory" bust in Surbiton, even though the local press covers similar busts as a routine matter of course although I admit I didn't spend a long time trying. Look yourself and try to find it.

https://www.google.com/search?num=100&n ... 2+surbiton" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

There's precisely nothing in the press about either the bust or Clark having been arrested, charged or sentenced to time at Wandsworth. Seems a bit odd at the least does it not? Could someone be busted, tried and sentenced for a sophisticated large grow operation in your town without any mention whatever being made in the local papers or press? Zero chance of that here, that's for sure.

The treasure hunt for the allegedly missing BC from SR and the existing rumors about the other DNMs and rogue investigators could be spun into probably a thousand different and equally plausible stories. PoM's story is at least bolstered by the fact that he plausibly could perhaps have been the infamous VJ and might thus have been in a position to know this sort of stuff. "Whistleblower" doesn't even have that much authority, anyone following along could have written the stuff Whistleblower wrote. Literally almost anyone.

theres really been no better time than the last decade
to IMPERSONATE some little known flavor of law enforcement agency

PARTICULARLY!

to OTHER law enforcement agencies...

I saw a post on reddit with the words "Plural of mongoose" in the title.

LOL you guys aint dead yet?

*cheers*

but you could still remember your password???

It's one of my 4 generic I use for non important stuff.

Like pot sites I jerk off in

im sure your familys oh so proud...

So PoM, have you heard back from your friend (Diamond)? At one point you said you were going to ask additional questions; I'm wondering what came of that.

I am quite interested to see how this will unfold. First and foremost, I worry for Ross's family. However, I have a difficult time sorting how the kidnapping could play out in reality.

Be well. Be safe.

Jesús Malverde wrote: I couldn't even find any corroboration of his alleged "cannabis factory" bust in Surbiton, even though the local press covers similar busts as a routine matter of course although I admit I didn't spend a long time trying. Look yourself and try to find it.

If being that stupid doesn't make your eyes burn, it damned well ought to. Your reading comprehension needs some serious polishing.

First off, the UK courts tack on a 50% longer sentence if you try to roll the dice and do not plea guilty at the first opportunity.

In that situation, caught with no excuses and trapped in a grow-room like that, would you roll the dice on a trial where heads you lose, tails you lose? Only to get a 50% longer stay at Hotel Grey-bar for your troubles?

Now a trial over that cannabis factory, that would indeed have hit the news.

Sounds like this was a case of mongoose frog-marched to the first available judge, plead guilty and shuffled-off to prison before any news outlet caught a whiff. Perhaps you should focus on sentencing, not trials. (I don't have the time nor inclination to bother, have fun snooping there, you really seem to enjoy snooping.)

Now, for what it's worth, PoM did provide the PGP signed emails to the DOJ, and the public key needed to verify them (2nd one anyway). There's a piece of the story that has some teeth for you

Jesús Malverde wrote: There's precisely nothing in the press about either the bust or Clark having been arrested, charged or sentenced to time at Wandsworth. Seems a bit odd at the least does it not? Could someone be busted, tried and sentenced for a sophisticated large grow operation in your town without any mention whatever being made in the local papers or press? Zero chance of that here, that's for sure.

On your side of the pond, law enforcement has an incentive to bray to the world about their "war on drugs" (more cash, more asset forfeiture, promotions, etc) so of course they'd make all kinds of press releases. Consider if it weren't a "crime" where they could cash in on the publicity. Like solving a rape or an assault in "here" where ever that is. If your local police could even be bothered to investigate a crime they can't make a profit from, you generally don't hear anything about it. (car-theft, burglaries, assaults, rape, etc. etc.)

You do know the bit about spelling "assume" don't you? You assume the UK is the same as west-bug-tussle. Time to check your assumptions and grow a brain.

I didn't say it wasn't possible; only that it would be impossible *here* in the US. If you look through the news there (even in the Surbiton-Kingston-on-Thames area), many, many such grows being found (and even much smaller ones) have been reported on discovery in the media. British local press seems to love themselves a "cannabis factory" story, same as anywhere else. If anything the UK press is more retrograde and lurid dealing with cannabis "crime" even than in the US.

Ask Shirley Potts Smythe-Beddows ... if you can find her

Truth is, I'm just being a nosey Nelly. While I remember hearing about Ross' trial on NPR, I have no dog in any fight other than it seems as if the gubmint broke the laws a little to find the Scandinavian server. And That's BS! I saw a documentary about SR, and then I happened to be online checking out stuff about the silk road when I found myself on this thread (from motherboard) and PoM was in the middle of posting. Some "news' outlets are reporting PoM's posts as those of SR's VJ. Even the FBI implied it in their statement. It seems to me as if a few of you have known each other for years, online and IRL and it seems likely, you were aware of SR long before I ever heard of it.
Is PoM really Vanity Jones? It seems as if his real name is out there, by being doxxed, and by, what I believe, was his own admission.
Also, ***Wild Conjecture*** is Mr Wonderful really just Sabu working for the Feds? Is that how they really found the server?
Didn't PoM hint at giving an interview to Moustach before his trip to NY?
Also, How's PoM's health? doesn't he have some medical conditions he's been dealing with for a long time? MS? Wouldn't having MS affect riding motorcycles?
Or is this just a red herring?
Also, how was it not obvious that nob was LE when he shows up looking got do bigger business than the vast majority of folks, and when he finally gets a buyer, "his" shipment is the one that gets a SR employee busted?

This has confused me for months - Is not NOB? or NOD?

A heroin dealer named NOD makes sense, and there was definitely a vendor named NOD. Never heard of this "Nob" fellow till the media spewed out the name, I seem to remember the first media report saying NOD and then everything after that saying nob and it kinda just stuck.

Is this the equivalence of a media chinese telephone game? You know, where one person whispers a sentence to the person next to them, and they continue doing that till it reaches the end, and then the person at the end says something drastically different than what was said in the beginning lol.

PoM - Care to speculate on how this character obtained the large SR wallet and how it was hidden in the first place so no one looked for it? That is by far the biggest revelation to me since I always wondered if Ross was sitting on a goldmine still. Even though the plan to hurt Ulbricht's family seemed very "on the fly" if you will, I feel like you definitely made it 100% harder to pull it off now, regardless if it was realistic or not.

Take care man, Stay safe out there

Ganja Is Great wrote:This has confused me for months - Is not NOB? or NOD?

A heroin dealer named NOD makes sense, and there was definitely a vendor named NOD. Never heard of this "Nob" fellow till the media spewed out the name, I seem to remember the first media report saying NOD and then everything after that saying nob and it kinda just stuck.

Is this the equivalence of a media chinese telephone game? You know, where one person whispers a sentence to the person next to them, and they continue doing that till it reaches the end, and then the person at the end says something drastically different than what was said in the beginning lol.

PoM - Care to speculate on how this character obtained the large SR wallet and how it was hidden in the first place so no one looked for it? That is by far the biggest revelation to me since I always wondered if Ross was sitting on a goldmine still. Even though the plan to hurt Ulbricht's family seemed very "on the fly" if you will, I feel like you definitely made it 100% harder to pull it off now, regardless if it was realistic or not.

Take care man, Stay safe out there

Nod was a Heroin vendor, Nob was one of Carl Force's characters that claimed to be a Cocaine wholesaler.
It wouldn't be too difficult for one of the agents searching Ross' apartment to nick a thumbdrive or a micro sd card.
It was 2 years ago today, doesn't time drag when you're on bail!

So there are 2 characters named similiar then? Because I remember reading a few articles saying that NOD the H dealer and his Wife were busted and flipped. These 2 ended up getting arrested and charged after the fact, but received lightened sentences for their cooperation.

So there really is a NOD that flipped for the gov, and a "NOB" now too?

NOD (Steven Lloyd Sadler):
http://antilop.cc/sr/files/NOD_sadler-w ... plaint.pdf
31/07/2013 - Arrest of Steve Lloyd Sadler aka Silk Road vendor nod. Criminal complain available here. Nod appeared to have been featured in the TV show "Drug Inc S04E08 - Wasted in Seatle". M

NOB (Carl M. Force):
http://antilop.cc/sr/exhibits/2015_03_3 ... _cimon.pdf
30/03/2012 - nob registers on the forum and writes his first and only post. Screenshot: http://antilop.cc/sr/img/2012_03_30_nob_post.png

Edit: Cimon is Variety Jones

thx pom 4 this thread and the new old names poppin up

Brain wallets protected by a pass phrase are not secure. Anyone with access to "nation state" computing power and technology would be able to crack the encrypted wallet.
The wallet is encrypted and inside of it are the private keys which unlock the Bitcoins. The private key cannot be cracked, but the passphrase to open the wallet and access the private keys can be cracked. Would seem much easier than kidnapping.

Also hard to believe VJ was just ignored by the feds after all the SR busts. Even if a rouge agent is protecting him, all of the information about him is available to the other agents and according to VJ there was no attempt to find him even when he was in the custody of law enforcement in the U.K.
I want to believe PoM but none of this bullshit makes sense. Much more likely he has been snitching to stay out of jail, and the rest of this story was fabricated after the articles on Vice and Motherboard outed him as VJ. Or are we to believe the timing of the return of PoM and the stories are a mere coincidence?

I don't care if its a true story or not I just want to read the rest of it.
I think about three of the users here all belong to one puppet master. or not... idk

Hello Plural of Mongoose
It is known by anyone in the know that you are best buds with a highly respected vendor from the UK called BBMC and presumably you are still a full voting member of the BTVA from the days dating back to when he was the one who first created the seed biz and gave you the idea to sell seeds on the internet.

Its a given that you spent hours eliciting his advice on everything from the grow you had above the chinese take away in Surbiton, pointers on how to be a hit with women and of course the minutiae of various cannabis strains - which you weren't very knowledgable about until you first met him ..... I think we (and you) can all agree that you wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for BBMC.

Please can you fill in the gaps in this story and add in all the parts where you tell about your various adventures with your old mate, saviour and confidant.

Bovine_Excreta wrote:Hello Plural of Mongoose
It is known by anyone in the know that you are best buds with a highly respected vendor from the UK called BBMC and presumably you are still a full voting member of the BTVA from the days dating back to when he was the one who first created the seed biz and gave you the idea to sell seeds on the internet.

Its a given that you spent hours eliciting his advice on everything from the grow you had above the chinese take away in Surbiton, pointers on how to be a hit with women and of course the minutiae of various cannabis strains - which you weren't very knowledgable about until you first met him ..... I think we (and you) can all agree that you wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for BBMC.

Please can you fill in the gaps in this story and add in all the parts where you tell about your various adventures with your old mate, saviour and confidant.

Actually, originally, he was but a word smith paid to write flowery descriptions of Cannabis strains so that someone else, could sell seeds, on the Internet.

The guy tells a good story, no?

Aha!!! ... so you DO know about the ring binder file containing "strainbase", the cannabis genetics database, which he has the only copy in existence of then?

He's severely miffed he's not getting any credit in this tale, and it's only fair he gets a shout out.

Huh? What the hell are you talking about?

The Strain Base is back online at THC Talk. (edit: my thoughts were thc farmer)

http://www.thctalk.com/cannabis-forum/f ... train-Base" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

I'm sad now. So BBMC didn't invent the internet, or the seed biz, or er play a vital part in PoM's life or the conception of Overgrow, oh nvm

I've been following since the beginning, PoM fill us in a little bit with what's been going on!!

Bovine_Excreta wrote:I'm sad now. So BBMC didn't invent the internet, or the seed biz, or er play a vital part in PoM's life or the conception of Overgrow, oh nvm

Well, I dunno. Did you?

So you know how when you click on a link on Facebook then exit it a linear feed of similar themed links sometimes pops up underneath it? Well, this afternoon I clicked on a link titled "Ex FBI agent explains 8 ways to spot a Liar," and when I exited it, this was the first link in the linear feed below it:

http://www.copblock.org/142161/variety-jones/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Which itself was full of many links, the first of which led to POM's recent post in this thread about his latest adventures.

~•~

yes has been the shit pile of look e loo's since he posted.
i even see a few old members popping up. welcome back.
maybe a few will stick around and make some good threads.
irwin has already showed a growing thread. things are looking up.
Lrus007

So, I'm just going to put this here:

smokebreaks wrote:Thomas Clarke was/is a published author and wrote several books. Believe it or not, the guy actually did write a couple of titles, but I'm not going to out his pseudonym. I do know that his publisher is still re-posting his old articles.

PoM (or smokebreaks), could you share this with us? I'm dying to read this!

And the rest of your story, of course. Hope everything's ok.

CryptoSensu wrote:So, I'm just going to put this here:

smokebreaks wrote:Thomas Clarke was/is a published author and wrote several books. Believe it or not, the guy actually did write a couple of titles, but I'm not going to out his pseudonym. I do know that his publisher is still re-posting his old articles.

PoM (or smokebreaks), could you share this with us? I'm dying to read this!

And the rest of your story, of course. Hope everything's ok.

Trust me CryptoSensu, the book you're really going to want to read is the one I haven't written yet, eh.

Now, it's been over a week since I called out AUSA@SDNY Serrin Turner, exposed one of rogue FBI agent Diamonds schemes, and attempted to have someone from the DOJ contact me so I could turn myself in.

Cue <crickets>

So gimme about an hour and a half here, and I'm going to have something to say about that.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:
Trust me CryptoSensu, the book you're really going to want to read is the one I haven't written yet, eh.

Now, it's been over a week since I called out AUSA@SDNY Serrin Turner, exposed one of rogue FBI agent Diamonds schemes, and attempted to have someone from the DOJ contact me so I could turn myself in.

Cue <crickets>

So gimme about an hour and a half here, and I'm going to have something to say about that.

Eheh! Sure you don't want to give away your pen name so that I can make my own opinion?

It's been quite a while now, we're over the one week mark since I made the post with the emails to Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York, Mr. Serrin Turner. Not a peep out of SDNY yet. So all you guys thinking that it really cannot possibly be that hard to turn yourself in, please take note. It can, in fact, be that stupidly difficult to turn yourself in. Also, for all those that suggested the problem was because I had sent an email, and not some other form of contact, riddle me this? Does anyone out there possibly believe that Mr. Turner and the SDNY office could possibly NOT be aware of the existence and content of those emails now, over a week after I posted them? There certainly doesn't seem to be any good reason that I have yet to be contacted, now does there?

However I have a theory. Mind, this is not your run-of-the-mill government conspiracy theory. It's actually based more up Hanlon's razor: Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity. I'm going to call this my "Government-Cluster-Fuck-Hot-Potato" theory. I was reading the ICE News Release (Which in full support of the "Government-Cluster-Fuck" portion of my GCFHP theory, was apparently posted by a time traveler the day before the bust, on October 1, 2013.) https://www.ice.gov/news/releases/hsi-seizes-biggest-anonymous-drug-black-market-website-and-assists-arrest-operator-and which in the first paragraph states:

...seized and shut down Oct. 2 by special agents of U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement's (ICE) Homeland Security Investigations (HSI), the FBI, Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA), U.S. Postal Inspection Service (USPIS), and the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) pursuant to a seizure warrant obtained by the U.S. Attorney's Office for the Southern District of New York.

Wow, that certainly looks like a lot of chefs stirring that broth. But wait, there's more! The final paragraph hands out even more plaudits, and we end up with well over a dozen different agencies and offices involved...

The case was investigated by HSI Baltimore; HSI Chicago; HSI Attaché London and Singapore; U.S. Customs and Border Protection (CBP); the DEA's Baltimore District Office; USPIS Washington Division; the U.S. Secret Service, Baltimore Field Office and the IRS Criminal Investigation, Washington, D.C. Field Office. Assisting in the investigation were the U.S. Attorney's Offices for the District of Maryland, Southern District of New York and the Northern District of Illinois; the FBI; and the U.S. Department of Justice's Computer Crimes and Intellectual Property Section.

Consider the implications. All those Three Letter Agencies scrambling for "credit", "publicity" and funding. (Those government email docs that Dratel filed when he was trying to get an appeal for Ulbricht—based on the interference of Force and Bridges in the investigation—show there was obviously a great deal of TLA infighting over use of CI's, and what TLA gets credit for what, as they went along, including what office would get what part of the credit, etcetera. They did not work and play well together, at all.) There were hundreds, if not thousands of government agents learning the ins and outs of how the Dark Net Markets work. All those agents looking at that massive flow of untraceable, virtual, digital "cash". Untraceable "cash" flowing in a massive torrent through those DNMs. Think of the temptation. All that untraceable digital currency. Just out of their reach. Or actually, not quite out of their reach...

The two crooked federal agents that did get caught made virtually every fucking mistake in the book and yet it still took forever for the TLAs to bring Force and Bridges to "justice". And what a justice it was.

Note, the Force plea deal says the government will be destroying the evidence in his case, since they've managed to wrap it all up, nice and snug, and Force agreed to irrevocably plead out. Hmmm... I'd be curious what forensics could pull off his computer that they didn't put in that plea deal. Also, the original indictment said there were PGP encrypted messages that Force had sent/received that they couldn't decrypt. How in the world could they agree to a plea deal without getting the passphrase for the PGP key he used for those messages? What is in those messages, and who else was he talking to? What messages / conversations did Force have with what other parties?

Destroying any evidence on the completion of a plea deal with Force seems to be nothing more that a good excuse for them to bury what likely would be embarrassing to the DOJ, the government and that massive pile of TLA's on a major scale.

To think that because Force and Bridges did some stupid things that the DOJ stumbled upon, and to assume that they'd managed to nail the only two crooked dudes in that whole mish-mash of government agencies absolutely beggars belief. Yeah, these two fools working out of Baltimore may have accidentally broke a shitload of laws, abused their positions, faked court documents and subpoenas, and stole a million and a half bucks or so, but hey, those were the only two individuals, out of the massive number that were exposed to the massive temptations, that succumbed to any temptation. Honest. Just the two of 'em. Investigation done, case closed, and with a pretty sweet sentencing deal for two guys who abused their positions of trust and responsibility in oh so many felonious ways.

Only 2 agents *ever* succumbed to temptation, therefore "Diamond" cannot possibly exist. (Insert "LA-LA-LA-LA I can't hear you," here.). So, if all the TLAs pretend Diamond doesn't exist, the problem will just go away, right? And they're doing a damned fine job of pretending that Diamond either A) didn't *really* break any laws, or B) Diamond isn't a federal agent, and none of our concern. Also, that Clark guy bothering us to turn himself in, he'll likely just give up and stop bugging us any day now. Let's just wait him out, shall we.

So far as I can tell, the only DOJ-type response to everything I've posted so far was to Motherboard. See http://motherboard.vice.com/read/fbi-is-investigating-whether-a-crooked-agent-harassed-variety-jones

“We are aware of the allegations made by Variety Jones and have forwarded them to the appropriate office for review,” an FBI spokesperson told Motherboard in an emailed statement. “The FBI takes claims of employee misconduct seriously as we are an agency with the mission of upholding the law."

Which when I read, I thought "Hey, cool, it's not just me with problems with the FBI, this Variety Jones guy is pissed at them too!"

I made my identity *very* clear in my emails to Mr. Serrin Turner...

Subject: Indictment and extradition
Date: 11 May 2015 16:20
From: "Scott Hoffman" <zybose@Safe-mail.net>
To: serrin.turner@usdoj.gov
-----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE-----
Hash: SHA256

09 May 2015

Serrin Turner
Assistant United States Attorney
U.S. Attorney's Office
Southern District of New York
1 St. Andrew's Plaza
New York, New York 10007
U.S.A.

by email: serrin.turner@usdoj.gov


Sir,

My name is Thomas Clark.

Now, I have yet to hear from the FBI, or anyone else, for that matter. But I do expect that the FBI will investigate themselves, they have an Office of Professional Responsibility that exists for that very purpose. But, as the Roman poet Juvenal once asked, "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" Who will watch the watchmen? In a case such as this, the obvious choice is the OIG.

Actually, to any of those folks who thought I was joking when I <waved> at the folks from OIG in a previous post; the Office of Inspector General ain't no laughing matter. They sit at the very top of the food chain in the United States Department of Justice. Now, some people scoff at the OIG 'cause they have no teeth, they cannot enforce changes or bring charges, etcetera. What they can do is report to Congress, and release their findings to the public; they'll tell both your parents, and your friends at school, what you've been up to in your room on Saturday mornings. Hoo boy, nobody wants that. There's some dedicated people at the OIG, and they deserve much respect for the thankless job they do.

To give you an idea of what the OIG can do when they put their minds to it, just a few days ago it was revealed that both the FBI and the DEA are under review by the OIG for the (illegal) use of NSA (illegal) mass surveillance telephone metadata, and using that information for (illegal) parallel construction, where they lie (illegal) about the true source of the information, even to the courts. Which is illegal, eh.

The Justice Department is investigating the FBI’s use of information taken directly from mass surveillance conducted by the National Security Agency (NSA)’s collection of telephone metadata.

The yield of that NSA spying program was described by a judge as a “staggering” amount of data when the agency's ability to collect it was struck down as illegal in court earlier this year. The program was resumed in June and will run until at least December.

Another ongoing Justice Department investigation is examining the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA)'s use of “parallel construction.”

Parallel construction is a controversial investigative technique that takes information gained from sources like the NSA's mass surveillance, covers up or lies about the sources, and then utilizes them in criminal investigations inside the United States. The information was passed to other federal agencies like the Internal Revenue Service (IRS).

The technique was described as “decades old, a bedrock concept” by a DEA official.

Critics at the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF) described the technique as “intelligence laundering” designed to cover up "deception and dishonesty" that ran contrary to the original intent of post-9/11 surveillance laws.

Both the FBI and DEA, which operate under the jurisdiction of the Justice Department, are under review by the department’s Office of Inspector General (OIG). The details of the NSA’s mass metadata collection program were first publicly revealed in 2013 by contractor Edward Snowden. The DEA’s use of parallel construction was revealed by Reuters a few months later.

Clicky hereto read the rest of the news item.

Yeah, having the OIG investigate you is like walking downstairs in the morning to see: a Sixty Minutes news team at your front door with your business accountant in tow; your 17 year old daughter in the living room talking to Maury Povich and six Chipendales male strippers; your wife sitting at the dining room table with a divorce lawyer and Oprah; and to make the start of your day complete, beside the now-empty coffee machine is a letter announcing that Comcast is now the exclusive cable and internet supplier in your area.

So what is likely going to appear to happen is the FBI's OPR, and the DOJ's OIG are going to investigate. The problem now goes back to the "Hot-Potato" portion of my "Government-Cluster-Fuck-Hot-Potato" theory. See, under the GCFHP theory, they aren't going to do much more than say, "Hey, we gotta look into this Diamond fella. Now, nobody wants to touch *that* hot potato. No need to take it too seriously, it's just some guy on the internet that got a bit of publicity, so we have to at least expend a minimal effort doing a wee bit of investigation." The Cluster-Fuck part of it is further reflected in standard government inertia. Remember yer high school physics, eh. Objects at rest pretty much want to stay at rest.

'Cause they certainly don't want to follow things to their logical conclusion - the Hot Potato part of the theory, again. If the claims about Diamond are even considered as possible, then all that follows is not what they want to deal with. This can't be a mere lone rogue agent. Safe houses in Singapore? Two pairs of Russian/American tag-team thugs scouring Thailand? Taking down Dark Net Markets, and extorting high volume dealers? Nobody at the DOJ wants to even consider that they may just have a serious problem going on. Hot potato, indeed.

(BTW, the Russians make perfect sense as partners for DOJ rogues. The DNM scene has rapidly expanded to include carders and associated fraud, and the Russians own that segment of the market; just check out some of Brian Krebbs investigative pieces concerning the Russian carder scene. Throw in the fact that, by law, Russia won't extradite their citizens to the US, and the advantages of joining forces with them become clear. Call it a criminal Perestroika movement, and it was damn near inevitable, when you think on it.)

So, the grand sum total of what actions I think the DOJ is going to take in light of all this, is...

<crickets>

They're pretty much sitting around, hoping against hope that Diamond & Co. will catch up to me sooner rather than later. If I was to have a nice fatal base jumping accident, all this would just go away very nicely, thank you very much.

<crickets>

Now, I don't think that's going to happen, and not just because I don't base jump. If the SDNY folks had got back to me over twenty weeks ago when I first reached out, I wouldn't have had to go public. Because I did have to go public, the SDNY has not just made it far more difficult to investigate, Diamond is now seriously on the defensive. That's going to make it much more difficult for him to locate me and reach out and touch me.

One of the questions that I've been asked a lot this last week, is, "What type of a deal do I think I can make with the government on this whole Diamond issue?"

None.

I'm not looking to make a deal on this Diamond issue; I don't want to make a deal on this Diamond issue; I'll run away screaming like a 16 year old girl at a Justin Beiber concert if even offered any kind of a deal on this Diamond issue. A deal on the Diamond issue is a non-issue.

I reached out to the DOJ through Mr. Serrin Turner for two reasons.

1) To inform the DOJ of Diamond and his plans, and prevent innocent people being hurt. Not to make any type of deal. Job done.

2) To turn myself in for the service of any indictment for my they may have laying around, and to mount a vigorous defense of any charges I may be facing. I do believe that any case they think they may have had will end up being a cake walk to defend, all things considered.

There is a nasty, nasty game that is being played out right now, and I have no intention of being a pawn in all of it.

So, it has now been over twenty weeks since I first emailed Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York, Mr. Serrin Turner, offering information on Diamond, and to be contacted to arrange to turn myself in. It has been over a week since I posted excerpts from those emails, and released details of the scheme that Diamond was attempting to involve me in. The DOJ is obviously well aware of the situation, commenting to internet news sites that have covered the story.

And I have yet to get any response whatsoever.

So, once again, for clarity...

My name is Roger Thomas Clark, I can be reached by email at zybose@safe-mail.net, and I wish to make arrangements to safely travel to the United States and turn myself in to be served with any indictments that may be pending. If I have been mis-informed, and there aren't any sealed indictments waiting for me, well great! Drop me an email and let me know, either way.

I really cannot be much clearer and direct than that.

Finally, in closing let me clear up last thing.

I know it's disappointing to many of you out there, but --cwt definitely does NOT stand for Christopher W. Tarbell. Sorry about that.

There are some people that work at some TLA or another that definitely do know what --cwt stands for, but I doubt they're going to leap up and let the folks at Motherboard know what that is.

There are also a few sharp people that I've been communicating with this week that also have a pretty good idea what --cwt stands for, and no less than three of them nailed it, perfectly. Damn, Diamond is *not* going to be pleased about this...

In the upper stratosphere of the worlds financial and commodities markets, folks that deal in large amounts of Swiss bullion will tell you that "--cwt" stands for One Hundred Weight of '.999 Fine Pur Gold'.

Now, I have to go feed the goddamn crickets.

Now that kinda shit just pisses me off.

Bad enough the bankers and politicians never hafta bother with followin the law.

Readin about bent feds getting sweetheart deals it just to much.

The bastards swore to uphold teh law, and they outta know whats against the law more than anyone else.

Fact is, when law enforcers go sour, they ought to get at least 2-3 times the time of anyone else. Since they break the laws they enforce on others. Fuck em and put em away forever.

Who else gets a deal where the evidence is burned by the enforcers? They must be connected or have some real dirt on someone else.

Dammit, thats just wrong.



And I notice ya still aint finshed the other story...

Well, just got some great news!

Apparently, one of the darknet .onion bookies has the odds at 7:2 against me making it to the US alive.



Man, I'd luv to get me some of that sweet, sweet tax-free online action.

Of course, the only problem is, which side of them odds do I take?

<skips off to dig fer change in the back of the couch>

You better have your affairs in order then. The Russians who run the betting sites always have a house advantage.

Is there a DOJ black budget to hire the Russians? Saves a lot of inconvenient publicity.

naw i want the real money.
please sign this life ins. paperwork for me.
it might take a while to collect but i will keep
the payments up. my luck you will out live me.
hope you liked the hooker i sent. sadly she already
cleared your couch of any change.
Lrus007

You better have your affairs in order then. The Russians who run the betting sites always have a house advantage.

Is there a DOJ black budget to hire the Russians? Saves a lot of inconvenient publicity.

Yeah, the Russians definitely have as good of a lock on the gambling sites as they do on the carder sites, that's for sure. Just a ton of them hang out in Thailand, to boot!

Koh Chang has changed a lot in the last 15 years, from a little known backpackers destination with one muddy track, couldn't call it a road, that ran mebbe 1/2 way around the island. Nowadays, there is a paved road that goes most of the way around the island, and there are 4 and 5 star hotels and resorts, and more restaurants and stores with signs in Thai and Russian than there are ones with signs in English and Russian. Until the Russian ecomomy imploded a bit over a year ago due to collapsing oil prices, Russians were the largest single group to visit Thailand; way more Russians there than Americans, eh. Visit Soi Buakhao in Pattaya, and you'll easily find a lot of the the Russian folks who operate the gambling sites, most of them live around there. Them crazy fuckers can sure drink, I'll tell ya.

More than a couple of people have asked me why there would have been two Russian/American tag-teams scouring the island for me. It makes sense when you realize that a large portion of the bars and restaurants cater exclusively to a Russian clientele, and have Russian management. Looking for someone in Thailand, having some Russian assistance is pretty much necessary.

hope you liked the hooker i sent. sadly she already
cleared your couch of any change.

Goddammit!

Vito Corleone would just love this. Senators for sale, TLA agents of all stripes doing illegal shit and vulnerable to "persuasion". What a time we live in.

Has the possibility that Diamond is a Russian been addressed? Do you think it's possible?

The current standard of ethics practiced by US law enforcement would make it easy for moles to obstruct and pass information.

eleutherium wrote: Has the possibility that Diamond is a Russian been addressed? Do you think it's possible?

The current standard of ethics practiced by US law enforcement would make it easy for moles to obstruct and pass information.

Yeah, nope. That's just crazy conspiracy talk about crooked Fed being a Russian. Language patterns would show even in chat. One would think PoM would notice. Maybe.

It would save the DOJ's bacon to be able blame it all on the Russians. Then they will have to explain their lax security.

The "Russians done it", does not even pass the smell test. Try again.

Think you're cute don't you. That betting site has the odds way too high in your favor.

7:2 against is just Плохие шансы

I'm thinking 15:1 against is fair.

Diamond wrote:Think you're cute don't you. That betting site has the odds way too high in your favor.

7:2 against is just Плохие шансы

I'm thinking 15:1 against is fair.

<crickets>

Care to elaborate on that one? I'm guessing you have some information the bookies don't? Nice name by the way..

I think I'll do a little trolling in this thread.

Diamond wrote:Think you're cute don't you. That betting site has the odds way too high in your favor.

7:2 against is just Плохие шансы

I'm thinking 15:1 against is fair.

If this drama interests you, you might enjoy reading this thread: https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=935434.0" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Lot's of alternate wild ass speculation, you can start around page 15 if you want the tl;dr version.

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Jesús Malverde wrote:If this drama interests you, you might enjoy reading this thread: https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=935434.0" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Lot's of alternate wild ass speculation, you can start around page 15 if you want the tl;dr version.

My thread even caught the attention of Curtis Green (or his brother ...or both). Funny how it evolved, when Gleb found out that this "bigasic" nick belonged to the Greens. From page 8 >>

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AGD wrote:

Jesús Malverde wrote:If this drama interests you, you might enjoy reading this thread: https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=935434.0" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Lot's of alternate wild ass speculation, you can start around page 15 if you want the tl;dr version.

My thread even caught the attention of Curtis Green (or his brother ...or both). Funny how it evolved, when Gleb found out that this "bigasic" nick belonged to the Greens. From page 8 >>

Man, that is one *fascinating* thread you've got there.

I'm gonna hafta go read that puppy right from the very beginning!

PoM if what you say is all true, how do you explain the payments to your bank account? Your email address being involved even?

Also if you were caught with all that cannabis what about posting a link to a news article concerning it?

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What next we're saying this is the real Diamond? Why don't you decrypt it and post it here if it is.

I dont know what to make of all this. Plural of Mongoose though has liked every single comment I've posted in this thread, the last of which asked him why there was money paid to his bank account, and his email was discovered by Motherboard/Vice.

And where is this article of you being busted with a grow op large enough to produce £3.5million a year mate?

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[image]http://myplanetganja.com/download/file. ... 217030.jpg[/image]I'm glad you guys came into this Public forum to air out your differences, Why not just email the encrypted messages, and save yourself the time of cutting and pasting the keys.

Now you've been properly trolled.

Hin't "use the spoiler bbcode"

You two need to get a room

smokebreaks wrote:You two need to get a room

Mongoose didn't want to go to the room Diamond booked.
Do try to keep up :D

But maybe it is really the Diamond and this was all a rouse to get to him, away from torchat and into the open.

Yeah, sorry 'bout that, it won't happen again...

Seems someone is a little butt-hurt.

Also, can't believe nobody had snagged that handle before this.

Posting encrypted is very rude. Appropriate to PMs or emails, not posts.

On the other hand, if he is really FBI, they are not fit / dangerous to talk to. https://www.bostonglobe.com/opinion/201 ... story.html

If you weren't logging your side of your chats (wise considering Ulbricht), the other side of the logs can say anything (per FBI ethical standards). And in today's atmosphere of "An accusation by the government is a good as evidence", I wouldn't dare chatting with any fed.

Corresponding under the public eye makes it difficult for your pen-pal to claim something different.

And it's still rude.

nbrk msg'd me some weird stuff I could make zero sense of...

It's explained a bit more here, but it's still a bit of a rabbit hole.

Man, even I'm gettin' confused now.

Plural of Mongoose wrote:nbrk msg'd me some weird stuff I could make zero sense of...

It's explained a bit more here, but it's still a bit of a rabbit hole.

Man, even I'm gettin' confused now.

All the pictures go back to this Atlantis market pic with the blue wolf, which was most likely painted by the same artist, who created all the other paintings in his flat with the blue wall and his furnature painted with a black background for his motives. The paintings on http://varietyjones.com/gallery.html seem to be made by the same guy, too. Looks, like he has exclusive real life access to the paintings (he made a second pic of that wolf with less cropped on vj.com)
This appartment surely doesn't look like from an agent of the FBI, who is a part time extortionist. To me it looks more like a 20-30 years old weed smoking mate, who probably started studying art, but didn't finish.

Oh PoM, did you use the PGP key 4C4141A4 from 2010?

Yo AGD. It was the same picture. The one taken for atlantis had paintbrushes in forground/was cropped a little (fresh).

Also:

tuns out the variety jones diablo profile was edited less than 24hrs after motherboard publishing. Diamond rushed to implicate you, or you rushed to implicate your ex-shared-alias (assuming diablo accounts can be edited/deleted, or character names can be edited).

I just check. Apparently you can delete characters but not change their name. So diamond wasn't rushing back. He was having a little pride in his work? Hubris? I've also figured these crumbs were set down 2 months ago. I'm assuming he tried to get the cicada kiddies to bite. No luck.

Interesting read: https://theintercept.com/2014/02/24/jtrig-manipulation/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

Nutz wrote: Also hard to believe VJ was just ignored by the feds after all the SR busts. Even if a rouge agent is protecting him, all of the information about him is available to the other agents and according to VJ there was no attempt to find him even when he was in the custody of law enforcement in the U.K.
I want to believe PoM but none of this bullshit makes sense. Much more likely he has been snitching to stay out of jail, and the rest of this story was fabricated after the articles on Vice and Motherboard outed him as VJ. Or are we to believe the timing of the return of PoM and the stories are a mere coincidence?

I am more or less a noob at this, so I would not be surprised to be totally missing relevant information, but the above more or less makes sense.
I read the article below the other day, and assuming that article is accurate, well those chat-logs sound like some sort of law enforcement controlling Cimon's chat account. If POM is VJ is Cimon I have to say the tone of the chatlogs just doesn't tally with the nice guy I have read posting in this thread. Doesn't that seem strange to any of you lot who have obviously known POM online/irl for some time?
http://www.wired.com/2015/04/silk-road- ... tors-idea/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

here you go ~J~









I love this one of Gypsy getting knocked out... it's like mesmerizing

He's like the Gorden Gamsay of the seed world.

This whole thing clearly comes with a LOT of baggage/history.
I recently watched those youtube vids from one link or another. It's fair to say I don't know anywhere near enough to comment, but ultimately you can't post the stuff POM has in this thread without it attracting a few tourists lol. I suspect lots of speculation/obfuscation suits POM down to the ground.

Edit - but if those chatlogs are POM on here, the content of them clearly give lie to the nice guy image I got of the bloke posting on here.

Nutz wrote: Also hard to believe VJ was just ignored by the feds after all the SR busts. Even if a rouge agent is protecting him, all of the information about him is available to the other agents and according to VJ there was no attempt to find him even when he was in the custody of law enforcement in the U.K.

Um, a little reading comprehension goes a long ways, eh.

The UK bust and my incarceration was over, obviously, by the time I moved to Thailand, just under 3 1/2 years ago. The point was that I was incarcerated at the time the Silk Road website rolled out, not that I was incarcerated at the time it was busted over two years later.

Also: 'rouge' agent? Like he has high, cherry red cheeks, that you lust after late at night, when everyone else is asleep and yer lonely?

AGD wrote:
All the pictures go back to this Atlantis market pic with the blue wolf, which was most likely painted by the same artist, who created all the other paintings in his flat with the blue wall and his furnature painted with a black background for his motives. The paintings on http://varietyjones.com/gallery.html seem to be made by the same guy, too. Looks, like he has exclusive real life access to the paintings (he made a second pic of that wolf with less cropped on vj.com)
This appartment surely doesn't look like from an agent of the FBI, who is a part time extortionist. To me it looks more like a 20-30 years old weed smoking mate, who probably started studying art, but didn't finish.

Oh PoM, did you use the PGP key 4C4141A4 from 2010?

It certainly does look like someone is taking great pains to make it look like Variety Jones was involved in Atlantis, is a tortured and misunderstood artist, and has shitty opsec.

Don't think I've got any key from 2010, nebbermind 4C4141A4. The messages to me had key-ids stripped (--throw-keyids, --no-emit-version) and were encrypted to the zybose key (9533CB05) from earlier in the thread; the first message included a fresh (a couple of hours old) PGP key (0A38C61A) to reply to. Because it's a pain in the ass when you have to go through multiple keys (GnuPG for example, prompts you for each keys passphrase, in alphabetical order—zybose being towards the end, eh—until you hit the correct key.) using trial and error when you receive a message created with --throw-keyids, --no-emit-version, in response I returned the favor; hence no key-ids or versions in the messages.

nbrk wrote:
tuns out the variety jones diablo profile was edited less than 24hrs after motherboard publishing. Diamond rushed to implicate you, or you rushed to implicate your ex-shared-alias (assuming diablo accounts can be edited/deleted, or character names can be edited).

Interesting read: https://theintercept.com/2014/02/24/jtrig-manipulation/" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

RPG's were never my thing even a little bit, and my lifelong inability to coordinate the movements of my hands with the perception of my eyes has kept me from forming any interest in video games (Gasp!). I've never owned a console or a computer game, and don't even have any default o/s games installed. Someone didn't do their homework, I'm thinking.

Oh, the edit with link to The Intercepts take on JTRIG (Joint Threat Research Intelligence Group) is a *very* good read, thanks a bunch for posting that up there. Two of their core tenets are focused on destroying the reputation of targets by the injection of false material onto the internet, and to manipulate activism and online discourse to generate desirable outcomes to their projects, likely quite undesirable to their targets. Anyone following this whole circus should definitely take the time to read it, if they haven't already.

Edited: To fix a hanging quote thingie

This has been fun to follow along with!

Has POM ever confirmed that the e-mail account that motherboard hacked into was his? No, right?

Perhaps the battle.net account was logged in by the same Motherboard people who hacked the e-mail account in the first place. Battle.net has a lot of social networking features, maybe the writers of the article wanted to peek at who was on VJ's friends list or if he exchanged messages with anyone.

Munchy wrote:here you go ~J~









I love this one of Gypsy getting knocked out... it's like mesmerizing

You forgot his perfect acting in ... (add wrestling announcment voice here) BIONIC NINJA:

For the record, if my wild speculation is totally out of whack then I apologise to POM!

Edit - Please anyone fill me in as to where I am wrong on this - I may well be missing stuff... There is a post in the early stages of this thread http://www.myplanetganja.com/viewtopic. ... iety+Jones" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false; - haven't got through it so will see if this changes - that suggest POM was in Wandsworth when VJ signed up at Silk Road. It is hard really to envisage someone who is locked up totally changing tone on a smuggled phone and coming out with the VJ stuff from those chat logs. Being locked up of course would explain why POM hasn't been charged with anything relating to Silk Road in the States. Being a noob I don't understand how, if POM was locked up when VJ signed up at Silk Road this diamond character would expect POM to be able to help him get access to this bitcoin wallet...

internetDrama wrote:For the record, if my wild speculation is totally out of whack then I apologise to POM!

Edit - Please anyone fill me in as to where I am wrong on this - I may well be missing stuff... There is a post in the early stages of this thread http://www.myplanetganja.com/viewtopic. ... iety+Jones" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false; - haven't got through it so will see if this changes - that suggest POM was in Wandsworth when VJ signed up at Silk Road. It is hard really to envisage someone who is locked up totally changing tone on a smuggled phone and coming out with the VJ stuff from those chat logs. Being locked up of course would explain why POM hasn't been charged with anything relating to Silk Road in the States. Being a noob I don't understand how, if POM was locked up when VJ signed up at Silk Road this diamond character would expect POM to be able to help him get access to this bitcoin wallet...

I think that was provocation. To get pom to expose himself. The seeds of this chaotic mess had been sown and all he had to do was make pom stick his head up and say something outrageous. I never believed in the assassination plot, but I guess it could still be true. That's why I originally thought pom was full of shit. When I was sending PoM accusatory pm s regarding Atlantis, I also suggested the assassination thing might have been an IRA style ploy to get him to expose himself.

If the chatlogs are chronological, it seems that Nob and Cimon could have been in communication, discussing the matter, outside of DPR's knowledge; He seemed like putty for the molding after getting hit for all that skrilla (Holla).
Classic Trolling tactic.
Had he examined those chat logs he could have detected the way Nob was steering his story around what DPR was saying.
I sent it Utah, I didn't send it to Utah, my people sent it to Utah, blah blah.
I also noticed some other similarities, eh.
Kept expecting someone to skip out of the room.

You know what?

The whole is he Variety Jones or is he not the Variety Jones?

This is particularly funny.

I believe that it may have been in the chat logs or one of the many, many fucking stories related to this saga I've read there was an offer to pass the seed business over to one of the players. Variety Jones was "giving it" to someone else.

Well, you see about 10 years ago now, I too was offered a piece of the action. Almost a word for word deal with regard taking over if you will. Unfortunately, my $40k per month wage request was a bit out of the reach even with their millions of $'s in annual sales.

Gypsy had to have spent a small fortune to ultimately prevail in getting his company back from Mongoose's legal control, but thanks to the legality of the wares he was selling in the location from which he did business from, as his business records indicated, he was engaging in selling novelties and souvenirs that were legal, he was free and clear to do as he wished so long as he was paying HMRC their cut.

Unfortuantely for Gypsy, he wasn't going to be bothered with the pesky paperwork requirements for tax payments but it is my understanding that Gypsy found another legal loophole that exists for British ExPats, that income earned while not residing in the tax hell that is the UK, is exempted so long as you can prove you're not staying in the country.

Not a big deal there, he was in A'dam most of the time, aside from the family he was making in Manilla, much to the surprise of Dutchgrown I'm thinking but whose to say she didn't know what was going on.

Now, I'm not one to deal well with speculation or wild conspiracy theory, I like to make informed decisions based on facts so I actively search for the truth of the matters that interest me and seek to find substantiated evidence to accept as the real story.

As such, I don't know if that part is true or not, but I know he's pretty much stuck where he's at right now and the crown doesn't seem to be interested in pursuing him.

A few weeks after I met PoM, IRL, which is funny because guess what, this is IRL, this is really not a game or some make believe Internet drama, there's actual people who are not spectators in this story on the other end of our internet connections who have real world ramifications to deal with as a result of what's posted here, we all do actually, but that's a rant for a different day.

A few weeks after I returned I was talking with another person who unbeknownst to me, had also met him some years previous. This persons tells me that they had a fascinating evening at the home of a mutual friend of theirs, a guy who also went by the name Variety Jones, where they met PoM live and in person.

Now, some guy thinks because someone else uses the moniker on a video gaming site it must be related?

You've all seen The Matrix right? You know how many Agent Smith's there are?

oh the stories that horde of seeds could tell!

"Now, some guy thinks because someone else uses the moniker on a video gaming site it must be related?"

Have you actually read how I got to that forum/what it implies? (https://bitcointalk.org/index.php?topic=935434" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;) I'm on about aliases and mud. Why are we all here? The motherboard article.

I'm saying that trail is a drama created for -- I'm not really sure why, but you can probably guess. WHOMEVER used the alias variety jones, one person wants certain things to be known/assumed, and another person seems confused as shit.

I wonder if it's the same Variety Jones that was checking out my LinkedIn profile the other day or if it was the one whose been sending me emails with nondescript answers as to why they'd chosen that moniker?

Seems the guy running the varietyjones.com site is a bitcoin fan boy who is looking to capitalize on the notarity of the persona Variety Jones from the SR.

Or it could be, keeping with the tradition of shark tank threads, that shared accounts weren't uncommon.

Because remember as I pointed out in a previous post, the elusive ~shabang~ was a shared account too.

smokebreaks wrote:This persons tells me that they had a fascinating evening at the home of a mutual friend of theirs, a guy who also went by the name Variety Jones, where they met PoM live and in person.

Oh, oh, oh....

Pick me, pick me!

I know this one!

I met not just him, but his wonderful wife as well, and we had a fantastic evening of BBQ, sports talk, and discussions of cannabis genetics. His name rhymed with Spliff Bitchards, and he had some of the most thought provoking threads on PG.

I had no fucking idea you knew him IRL. If you still keep in touch, make sure to say 'Hey' from me. He's definitely one of the good guys.

Why borrow your friend's nick and potentially put him in a jam when you could invent another handle? If it's who i think it is from PG, the guy's wittier than fuck, and can just destroy people if necessary in one short paragraph.

Jesus Christ, Hax.! WTF is wrong with you?

Jesús Malverde wrote:I doubt you ever met him at a country estate in the UK though. Guy's wittier than fuck, and can just destroy people if necessary in one short paragraph.

Nope, wasn't in the UK.

I was a guest, and my host invited the gentleman in question and his wife over.

And yeah, he had a rapier wit and a dry sense of humor and could destroy someone who wasn't careful, in just a couple of sentences, and his wife was full of boundless energy and humor. Ended up being one of the nicest evenings I've ever had within the confines of the USA, with one of the nicest couples I've ever met.

smokebreaks wrote:Jesus Christ, Hax.! WTF is wrong with you?

This time? Beer and good weed. Or, you know, the usual.

Jesús Malverde wrote:Why borrow your friend's nick and potentially put him in a jam when you could invent another handle? If it's who i think it is from PG, it turns out

[redacted]

Guy's wittier than fuck, and can just destroy people if necessary in one short paragraph.

I hope you can actually rub a pair of brain cell together hard enough to make a puff of greasy smoke and edit that other post.

You continue to amaze me with your feats of stupidity, bless your heart.

Did you intend to all but reveal your friends name in that post? If that was your intent, post the name and photograph and be done.

Erm, I think it's all good Jane, it was fixed before I made my previous post, and likely while you were composin' yers, and wasn't anything critical in the grand scheme of things.

Just seems like it's a very small world, after all.

<gesticulates wildly at the couple in question> Come on down!

EDIT: Well, fuck. With all the multiple edits, none of the preceding few posts now likely gonna make any sense at all.

Which kind of fits into the whole MPG ethos, so there is that.

I'm going down to South Park and leave my worries behind.

Some of us were watching, but it's all good...

<wracks brain trying to think of a segue to a new subject...>

Anyways...

I was traveling with a Russian friend of mine, who was picking up some things for a store he had in Thailand, from some jewelry dealers in Phnom Penh. As he didn't want to be flying and passing through customs at Suvarnabhumi airport in BKK, we hired a car to take us both ways.

The trip from Klong Yaew (Koh Kong City) at the border to Phnom Penh was only a bit over a couple hundred miles, but the road conditions are terrible the first 1/3 of the way, with average speeds of mebbe 20 miles an hour in the mud and washouts through the low mountains. I cleverly packed a cooler full of sandwiches and beer and snacks to get us through the trip.

When we arrived in Phnom Penh, the shoulder bag with all my clothes that was in the trunk of the car had been absolutely destroyed. At one of the mud pits we worked our way through, a rock had torn through the trunk, and the end of my bag, and everything was covered in mud. The shoulder bag was destroyed, and I trashed it.

I had every intention of picking up another piece of luggage, but ran out of time, so the morning we left I stuffed all my dirty clothes into the cooler, and we climbed in a different car for our return trip.

When we got back to Koh Kong City, and headed to the border crossing, my Russian friend met up with a few Khmer army types, and they grabbed all the boxes and bags he had from his shopping spree. One of them gestures at the cooler I'm carrying, and I'm waving him off, like, I'm fine, don't worry about it. My friend is now off a ways in deep conversation with the leader of the group, and this guy, who speaks no English or Thai, is getting excited. So, I finally relent and let him carry my cooler. Worse case, I have to tip him 100 baht at the border for his efforts.

Eventually my Russian friend finishes his negotiations, and we head for the immigration border crossing offices.

Now, there are two ways of dealing with the paperwork and red tape at the border. One involves standing in at least two lines getting the forms to be filled out, and then standing in another line to get them stamped, then waiting to be called to get your documents when complete. If it's busy, this can take up to 90 minutes, even two hours.

Boring.

The second, and preferred way is to make friends over time with the touts hanging about the border at all times. Give them 2,000 baht, about 30 bucks at the time, and they drop off a couple of ice cold beer, a pack of Marlboros, and take your passport and disappear. Within about 20 minutes or so, they bring back the forms required, all filled out, and you sign em, and they scurry off again. Twenty minutes later, they walk you up to the front of the line of folks who didn't use their service, and hand your passport and some folding money to the immigration officer. Bang, stamp, yer done, and you can now leave Cambodia and cross the no mans land into Thailand.

So we're wandering over to the Thai side, and I'm all like, dude, where's my cooler full of dirty laundry? Not to worry, I'm assured, someone will bring it to us shortly.

So, we hit the Thai side, fill out the required forms, and soon are granted entry to Thailand. We wander up the street a few hundred feet, finally stopping at a little place with a few tables and chairs scattered about, and a glass front fridge full of beer. So far so good, I'm always up for a beer.

Sitting by one of the tables is a pile of boxes and bags belonging to my Russian friend, and my long lost cooler. Score!

But, there's a bit of confusion and a not happy looking Khmer army guy, and two Thai army and immigration police there too. My friend is fluent in Khmer and Thai, and soon works out the problem. They had not in fact just carried my belongings over the border crossing to wait for us, which is common at land crossings. No, somehow wires got crossed, and my cooler full of dirty laundry and taken a rather more complex smugglers route along with the Russians contraband, and he had paid for X number of boxes and bags, and the cooler had NOT been paid for. I tried to explain that it was an error, my cooler held nothing but dirty clothes, but they pretty much covered their eyes and ears. They didn't want to know what was in anything, thank you very much, they hadn't looked inside while they were smuggling it, and they certainly did not want to look inside now, so please to pay up or we will be upsets very big.

After a few beers and some serious negotiations, I finally ended up paying 9,000 baht, or about US$300, to smuggle about $70 worth of dirty clothes across the border.

Always a silver lining though. I did end up becoming friends with the Khmer army guy, and after that any time I went through that border crossing, I'd end up having dinner with his family.

Ohh Yeah!

So, someone in government is ignoring important emails?

*http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2015/10/06/emails-show-qadaffi-son-offered-talks-but-clinton-ordered-top-general-to-not/

Inconceivable!

<--Skips off to check zybose@safe-mail.net

<crickets>



*Note: This would be the first time in, well, forever, that I've ever posted a Faux News link in support of a point I was making.

OMG. Seriously, you think the Secretary of State gave two shits what Ghaddaffi had to say at the time his country was falling apart?

I see his opening up markets to the Chinese in Northern Africa as his reason for removal.

What did Cameron's people say? Go hide it out?

the libyan's were living the life or riley under quadaffi!

they had more per capital to spend on the market than the rest of the continent combined!!!

this was
just as ususal

the destruction of a nation refusing to "buy" our warez


only selected markets are favored thusly

those that feast after stable governance is destroyed
when clean water and food are hard to come by
your parted from your gold rather quickly

It's always been about eliminating competition from the marketplace.

We can't have a bunch of unregulated pharmacists selling wares on the internet to people who are already skeptical of the healthcare industries can we?

No sir-ee Bob, we sure as fuck can't do that.

Foreword

The present work, the result of some forty years of investigative
research, is a logical progression from my previous books: the
expose of the international control of monetary issue and banking
practices in the United States; a later work revealing the secret
network of organizations through which these alien forces wield
political power—the secret committees, foundations, and political
parties through which their hidden plans are implemented; and now;
to the most vital issue of all, the manner in which these depredations
affect the daily lives and health of American citizens. Despite the
great power of the hidden rulers, I found that only one group has the
power to issue life or death sentences to any American—our nation's
physicians.

I discovered that these physicians, despite their great power,
were themselves subjected to very strict controls over every aspect
of their professional lives. These controls, surprisingly enough, were
not wielded by any state or federal agency, although almost every
other aspect of American life is now under the absolute control of
the bureaucracy. The physicians have their own autocracy, a private
trade association, the American Medical Association. This group,
which is headquartered in Chicago, Illinois, had gradually built up
its power until it assumed total control over medical schools and the
accreditation of physicians.

The trail of these manipulators led me straight to the same lairs
of the international conspirators whom I had exposed in previous
books. I knew that they had already looted America, reduced its
military power to a dangerously low level, and imposed bureaucratic
controls on every American. I now discovered that their
conspiracies also directly affected the health of every American.

This conspiracy has resulted in a documented decline in the health
of our citizens. We now rank far down the list of civilized nations in
infant mortality and other significant medical statistics. I was able to
document the shocking record of these cold-blooded tycoons who
not only plan and carry out famines, economic depressions,
revolutions and wars, but who also find their greatest profits in their
manipulations of our medical care. The cynicism and malice of
these conspirators is something beyond the imagination of most
Americans. They deliberately mulct our people of millions of
dollars each year through "charitable" organizations and then use
these same organizations as key groups to bolster their Medical
Monopoly. Fear and intimidation are the basic techniques by which
the conspirators maintain their control over all aspects of our health
care, as they ruthlessly crush any competitor who challenges their
profits. As in other aspects of their "behavioural control" over the
American people, their most constantly used weapon against us is
their employment of federal agents and federal agencies to carry out
their intrigues. The proof of this operation may be the most
disturbing revelation of my work.

Eustace Mullins
February 22, 1988

Acknowledgement:
I am grateful to the staff of the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C.
for their courtesy and cooperation in the preparation of this work.

http://www.verontrustemoeders.nl/Murder ... ection.pdf" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;

One thing to keep in mind about books such as the title Murder by Injection, by Eustace Mullins is that once the book is published and disseminated as a work of non-fiction, if he names, names, he's susceptible to libel laws, so he had to source his information and before the The National Council for Medical Research could publish it, would require fact checking.

This book, actually being a title that is listed in the LOC, is a pretty big deal as it does serve as a pretty straight forward indictment of the current powers that be protecting the business interests of healthcare for Corporate America.

PoM, could you continue telling your story?

By the way, you said 3 people actually nailed it regarding Diamond's true identity. So guys, feel free to suggest Diamond's identity here, I guess

No, that was just them figuring out "cwt" likely meant hundredweight (Au) as opposed to caratweight (C).

...reduced its
military power to a dangerously low level...

Eustace Mullins
February 22, 1988

Dafaq?

Anyway, you build a for profit private healthcare system the perverse incentives are so baked in no other outcome is possible. Hence the $13,000 AIDS treatment tabs that cost $15 to make, the roughly double healthcare costs per capita and objectively poorer outcomes vs. the rest of the developed world etc. etc.

dangerously low AS compared to what we fielded to stand ready during the cold war.

by the numbers its undeniable [forgetting of course we face no other world powers] and a talking point you must hit if you want to keep the old and conservative as well as young stupids from rejecting your message.


cheneys reorganization of the services was his efforts on behalf of a major "defense" contractor to "provide less for more" is the root of it that "supporters" of the military refuse to acknowledge.

smokebreaks wrote:
Foreword

The present work, the result of some forty years of investigative
research, is a logical progression from my previous books: the
expose of the international control of monetary issue and banking
practices in the United States; a later work revealing the secret
network of organizations through which these alien forces wield
political power—the secret committees, foundations, and political
parties through which their hidden plans are implemented; and now;
to the most vital issue of all, the manner in which these depredations
affect the daily lives and health of American citizens. Despite the
great power of the hidden rulers, I found that only one group has the
power to issue life or death sentences to any American—our nation's
physicians.

I discovered that these physicians, despite their great power,
were themselves subjected to very strict controls over every aspect
of their professional lives. These controls, surprisingly enough, were
not wielded by any state or federal agency, although almost every
other aspect of American life is now under the absolute control of
the bureaucracy. The physicians have their own autocracy, a private
trade association, the American Medical Association. This group,
which is headquartered in Chicago, Illinois, had gradually built up
its power until it assumed total control over medical schools and the
accreditation of physicians.

The trail of these manipulators led me straight to the same lairs
of the international conspirators whom I had exposed in previous
books. I knew that they had already looted America, reduced its
military power to a dangerously low level, and imposed bureaucratic
controls on every American. I now discovered that their
conspiracies also directly affected the health of every American.

This conspiracy has resulted in a documented decline in the health
of our citizens. We now rank far down the list of civilized nations in
infant mortality and other significant medical statistics. I was able to
document the shocking record of these cold-blooded tycoons who
not only plan and carry out famines, economic depressions,
revolutions and wars, but who also find their greatest profits in their
manipulations of our medical care. The cynicism and malice of
these conspirators is something beyond the imagination of most
Americans. They deliberately mulct our people of millions of
dollars each year through "charitable" organizations and then use
these same organizations as key groups to bolster their Medical
Monopoly. Fear and intimidation are the basic techniques by which
the conspirators maintain their control over all aspects of our health
care, as they ruthlessly crush any competitor who challenges their
profits. As in other aspects of their "behavioural control" over the
American people, their most constantly used weapon against us is
their employment of federal agents and federal agencies to carry out
their intrigues. The proof of this operation may be the most
disturbing revelation of my work.

Eustace Mullins
February 22, 1988

Acknowledgement:
I am grateful to the staff of the Library of Congress in Washington, D.C.
for their courtesy and cooperation in the preparation of this work.

The situation is only going to get worse, and not better, as America ages.

The Social Security crisis is nothing compared to the healthcare crisis that's slowly building to a crescendo.

CryptoSensu wrote:
PoM, could you continue telling your story?

Indeed I will, if not necessarily at the brisk pace you may wish.

Jesús Malverde wrote:No, that was just them figuring out "cwt" likely meant hundredweight (Au) as opposed to caratweight (C).