Lawrence Ravaged by Vicious Criminal Porn Ring

The raw footage

The porn ring has truckloads of damaging footage of my former employers lying about me and throwing away their reputations to abuse me while I never fail to be an excellent employee and coworker. It almost always involves coworkers filming porn with women I know, who work for the porn ring, to “humiliate” me. Another fixture is management staging absurd, resource-intensive antics to impress the film crew and “tease” me. By design, the teasing doesn’t even register—the producers want me to be oblivious while they damage my bosses.

The raw footage is sold as underground porn and used as blackmail. Many of my former employers have seen some of it, and they each soiled themselves in their own unique way. As mentioned, Allen Press fired several senior managers in early 2022, including the head of HR, right as I left with a severance package. Aquent Studios sharply downsized my team in mid-2023 but disguised it as several dismissals spaced a few weeks apart.

The mockumentary

But the porn ring also maintains an absurd cut of its footage that makes my former employers and coworkers look like clever heroes. (Sort of like those fan trailers that make The Shining look like a heartwarming family movie.) That’s the perpetually in-progress documentary—actually a mockumentary, but sadly, nobody ever figured that out. Its main purpose is to sell organizations on participating.

Part of the joke is that my employers and neighbors believe a documentary that’s intentionally ridiculous and that intentionally contradicts everything about me, and nothing will change their minds. But the main joke is that they’re so eager to appear in it—to get their turn as the clever heroes—that they’ll say and do whatever the producers want, no matter how cruel, dishonest, degrading, or illegal.² When the full story is public, a staggering number of people—easily many dozens—will have seriously damaged their companies, careers, and lives. Filming started in late 2006, when To Catch a Predator was a national sensation. It’s apparently still in progress after 18 years. The whole thing was and is a scam.

The puppet masters

Shannon Awerkamp’s church—the one in Saint Marys that I rejected—is notable for belonging to the Society of Saint Pius X (SSPX), a traditionalist Catholic sect formed in 1970 that broke away from the Church. The porn ring is controlled by SSPX priests and exists to fund their Society.

The porn ring—especially the SSPX puppet masters behind it—utterly despises the people who appear in its mockumentary and related justice porn. (On the other hand, I genuinely liked most of them.) It despises their values and their faith in documentaries. (Take one guess why.) It portrays me as like itself to mock their sense of justice. The point of the justice porn is to damage them and profit from their vanity, opportunism, and filth.

Underground porn

Again, most of the “justice” porn isn’t fit for the mockumentary. Instead, it’s sold as underground porn to clients that know who I am, understand how cruel it is, and pay to participate. Some of it is truly shocking. I strongly suspect that I was repeatedly drugged and humiliated on camera over the years. There are undoubtedly people who will pay a fortune to watch—or even participate in—such a dark, forbidden fantasy. In general, the porn is extremely damaging to the participants, including whole companies, which is exactly the intent.

To say that Allen Press was blackmailed would be an understatement. In fact, like many other companies and individuals in Lawrence, Allen Press was so badly compromised that it was effectively controlled by the porn ring. That helps to explain what happened next.

John Thompson

John has now spent a decade exploiting the justice porn and harassment to promote himself and his political piety. The fact that he became my boss to do so, and that he extracted porn from teenage subordinates to do so, is jaw-dropping.

That John’s politics were more sophisticated than mine in the first place was a joke. I don’t mean that metaphorically—the mockumentary producers created that fantasy for John as a literal joke. If you took my politics and added yard signs, senility, and frantic virtue signaling, you’d have roughly John’s politics.

To catch a Catholic

The Society of Saint Pius X priests behind the mockumentary and justice porn are well aware that their traditionalist Catholic worldview and values are unpopular. They mock the participants by letting them think they’re punishing me for those values, which are not mine at all, in ways that can be sold as underground porn.

Unsurprisingly, the SSPX’s stance on abortion is very Catholic. The point of the abortions was to mock and utterly debase the women and the local audience that was cheering along. What they thought was justice porn was actually twisted baby-killer humiliation and eternal-damnation porn. (Apologies, but to the true audience, that’s exactly what it was.)

The IUD incident

In Redacted’s case, around 2012, I actually accompanied her but was told that she was getting her IUD removed. (It had been removed earlier, but she told me that she had merely ‘lost’ the string.) The medical staff was probably told that I insisted on being present but that I didn’t know, and couldn’t find out, that it was an abortion. It was not an abortion clinic; if it was illegal or otherwise compromising to the practice then they’ve been getting extorted ever since.

As an aside, Redacted was genuinely upset that I went to Burger King during the operation.

Step 1: Lie on camera

Lina’s freak-out at McDonald’s was planned. The mockumentary producers told her that she was going to scream at the cashier and then claim in an on-camera interview afterward that it was me. Her lie is probably one of many on the topic to appear in the mockumentary. (Any server could easily tell at a glance that Lina is a pain in the ass and I’m not.)

Step 2: Extract revenge porn

The motivation behind this particular scam is transparent: to extract revenge porn from service industry workers, who are disproportionately young women and girls looking for money. (Finally, a porn ring that encourages high-school and college girls to stand up for themselves by filming weird, illicit porn.) Often that means having sex with acquaintances of mine under some pretense that it would hurt my feelings if I knew. Over the years, some of the women have dated me to enhance the ‘humiliation.’ (Manipulating them is what gets the porn ring off—it has nothing to do with me. The appeal is that women are being tricked into filming depraved porn for a ridiculous, made-up reason. See also: Finally, a Porn Ring for Taylor Swift Fans.)

The truth is lava

Again, I’m never rude to workers. That’s the opposite of who I am. The porn ring deliberately portrays me in ways that are clearly false to mock the participants, their sense of justice, and their complete faith in an intentionally ridiculous documentary produced by pornographers who openly use it to recruit people to film cruel porn.

In fact, I’m certain that if I had body parts in my freezer, the porn ring wouldn’t bother telling anyone. Truthful portrayals of me are antithetical to the purpose of the mockumentary.

The bait

Appreciate the position my employers are in. They’ve seen this ‘documentary’ in which everyone from my past apparently thinks it’s laughably obvious that I’m a total creep, bigot, and clown. I’ve apparently been getting exposed and humiliated with ease for many years, with everyone around me looking like the clever good guys. Participating looks like a slam dunk.

Companies are so eager to appear in the film that they jump right in and start ‘humiliating’ me on camera in comically inappropriate, career-ending ways. It almost always involves coworkers filming porn with women I know. (Those women work for a criminal porn ring. It’s literally their job to film porn with my acquaintances.)

The switch

Meanwhile, what companies actually get with me is an almost ideal employee and coworker. I’m none of the things they expect me to be. I act like a normal person with normal views. I occasionally joke and flirt like a normal person. I’m unfailingly honest and hard-working. I’m typically well above average in talent and productivity. I never complain or cause problems. I’m polite to everyone (except for a handful of Checkers customers, who can go to Hell). My coworkers are encouraged to tease me, yet it clearly doesn’t bother me—it doesn’t even register because it’s premised completely on lies. (That’s by design. The porn ring wants me to be oblivious.)

The stakes

Recall that companies participate because they genuinely believe that the documentary and justice porn will be famous and will make heroes out of the many people and organizations who’ve piled on over the years. Now consider the position that my employers are in when they struggle to expose me. Are they going to be the losers in the middle of the film who couldn’t see the problem? “Gee, we think he’s a real great guy.” They’d be despised as enablers and deniers of bigotry and predatory behavior. And I doubt the producers are shy about saying so.

They’re gaslighting each other

Essentially, the mockumentary is gaslighting the people around me. (In hindsight, they often act like I’m the one doing it to them.) Once they decide to participate, the stakes become very high very quickly. They’re under enormous pressure to conform and pretend to see me the way I’m portrayed on film. Once they’ve completely caved, the footage is cut to make it seem like there was never any doubt, and the cycle continues.

The scapegoating

I don’t pretend to understand why Lina had to sin in front of me so that she could blame me for it on camera. But I know that it’s happened countless times since. Probably the most salient reason why it happens is that it’s sick, twisted, and degrading, and the porn ring and its documentary producers get off on making people do it. But there’s definitely some Catholic symbolism going on, too.

I think it was truly painful for many folks to scapegoat me, but they were desperate and had been broken down by a regimen of pressure, compliance, dehumanization, and normalization. (Again, see the strip-search phone scam.) Keep in mind that most of them worked for companies that were in a huge amount of trouble for what had already happened on camera.

Scapegoat therapy, Bob

Scapegoat therapy

On the other hand, the scapegoating became comically routine the past couple of years. Women I barely knew, like Brooke Kaul and Shannon Marie, were coming over and serenely listing off things that other men did to them. Like I was Santa Claus. I was likely blamed for much of it in the mockumentary. When I started raising alarms about the harassment in 2022, I think women were told that I was scapegoating Jerynn Lindbloom,² and so they should all get in line to do the same to me.

Half-assed scapegoating

Say what you will about Lina’s stunt (yelling at the drive-thru cashier), at least she made that sin count before laying it on me. She went full scapegoat. It wasn’t pretty, but that’s the nature of it.

Over time, it becomes increasingly obvious to the participants that the mockumentary is a scam. At some point, the scapegoating becomes decidedly half-assed. Seemingly, but perhaps not always, folks are still required to drop some hint to me before they can lie. It might take the form of a story that doesn’t involve me. When I worked under Jim Fisher at Checkers, he’d bring up politics and have standard, friendly conversations with me. (If you took my politics and added some senility and feigned outrage, you’d get Jim’s politics.) In hindsight, he probably lied on camera about my views every single time.

When you assume

Countless people eventually embraced that the ‘documentary’ is a cruel sham. That they’re not exposing or shaming me at all, but merely performing weird rituals and lying about me on camera, as instructed by the producers. Only the film matters, and it’s always edited to make them look good.

But that all hinges on the assumption that, for whatever reason, the producers really do want them to look good. That assumption is dead wrong. In fact, the cut of the film that the participants hope is going to be famous is nothing more than a joke. I don’t know what the true end game was or is. But it definitely isn’t a victory parade for the clowns in the mockumentary.

Proof of shame

The scapegoating also functions to prove conclusively that the participants don’t care at all about the truth nor justice. It leaves no room for argument. That they explicitly agree to do it is carefully recorded and probably filmed. Thus, the scapegoating guarantees and documents they’re motivated by screen time and applause at the expense of justice, which is the point of the mockumentary.

Participants have a wide variety of motives when they scapegoat me. They’re eager to please the producers. They’re determined to take credit for exposing me, or to avoid the humiliation of failing to expose me. They’re desperate for screen time in the ‘documentary’ and validation from the big names involved. They’re embarrassed of the truth and need to save face. In short, they’re motivated by everything except justice and the issue at hand.

A very dangerous machine

The porn ring turned lying on camera into a science. An assembly line. Understand that the participants—mostly my coworkers, neighbors, and girlfriends—are cogs in a large and very dangerous machine. The porn they make is extremely lucrative precisely because they’re scammed, manipulated, debased, and mocked while making it. Precisely because they treat me like a scapegoat—a literal animal sacrifice—on camera. It’s the opposite of justice porn. That’s the whole point.

The porn ring is undefeated

The porn ring could snap its fingers and end the career of a J.R. Lewis or a Doug Compton. It likely controls others non-locally with far more clout than those guys. So when the porn ring wants someone like Lina to lie about me on camera, one way or another, it’s going to happen. I wish the answer wasn’t so bleak. But this has been going on constantly for 18 years, and the porn ring is undefeated.

Celebrity worship

The behavior of countless people around me for the past 18 years—it’s as if something was turning them into mean, smirking children—starts to make more sense if motivated by devotion to, and desperation for the approval of, larger-than-life stars. In other words, simply because we cross paths, the mockumentary puts ordinary people backstage with genuine idols, working on the same film, with powerful and intentionally disturbing effects.

False idols

Shannon Awerkamp talked about modern society’s love of celebrities, whom she regarded as false idols. Understand that the SSPX does not use that term lightly or metaphorically. It takes false idols very seriously. From the Society’s handy dialectic against religious liberty:

The saints have never hesitated to break idols, destroy their temples, or legislate against pagan or heretical practices. The Church—without ever forcing anyone to believe or be baptized—has always recognized its right and duty to protect the faith of her children and to impede, whenever possible, the public exercise and propagation of false cults.

Any celebrities involved must have realized long ago that something was seriously wrong with the ‘documentary’ and ‘justice’ porn. But they probably didn’t realize that the porn ring and its producers are literally waging a holy war against them.

John Thompson

Within the first minute that I met John Thompson in 2015—he showed up at KU Dining as my manager to help the porn ring exploit my mostly teenage coworkers—he told me that he and his wife were ZPG-ers: zero population growth-ers. I thought it was cool. As usual, John thought he was getting under my skin, and as usual, I was oblivious. He’s not even on my level: In my early 20s, I was awestruck by the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement. That’s negative population growth, John, you chump.

Revs. Mitch and Jan Todd

See below.

Sterilization

Over the years, several women brought up their frustration with medical ethics that discouraged or prevented sterilization. In hindsight, it’s obvious that I was supposed to be bothered, which I wasn’t at all. In every case, I was fully supportive.

A blatant joke

The notion that I have conservative views about family planning is truly bizarre. The preoccupation of many participants with this topic had nothing to do with me; the porn ring was winding them up and mocking them.

A complete mockery

As counselors, leaders, and activists, Mitch and Jan have encountered countless people who actually are abusive, bigoted, or dishonest. But they didn’t pick on those people. Instead, they picked on me. That’s because the porn ring created a ‘documentary’ in which it was fashionable to do so. Mitch and Jan were offered screen time not because the porn ring likes them, but because it hates them. It was making a complete mockery of them.

Proving the haters right

The ultra-orthodox Society of Saint Pius X priests behind the mockumentary utterly despise the Todds, their progressive values, and especially their Church. Shannon fumed when I spoke with admiration about them and their activism.

In a way, Shannon was right about Mitch and Jan. Except the problem isn’t their values—it’s themselves. They are, above all, a vain self-parody. Once you see it, you can’t unsee it. And thanks to the mockumentary, a lot of people are going to see it.

The damage will be severe

My family was United Methodist for many years during the targeting and I strongly suspect that their former church, which is massive, was also compromised. It’s actually horrifying to consider the sort of twisted things the porn ring’s SSPX puppet masters would do to a Protestant church whose clergy they controlled.

Mitch is currently a pastor at Grace UMC in Olathe, near my family’s former church, but the Todds have also been in Lawrence, Manhattan, and elsewhere in Kansas while compromised. They’re the tip of the iceberg. The damage to the region’s United Methodist Church could be catastrophic.

See also Ryan Lynch and Julie Pearce Valladares.

It’s a mockumentary

The producers constantly send people like Gantt and Heather on silly errands to expose me, despite knowing that they’re going to fail. In fact, the failure is documented, along with the instructions to lie about it on camera. The film is very truly a justice porn mockumentary. Not because I think so, but because the producers think so. It consists solely of people like Gantt and Heather behaving like mean children for applause and screen time, all in the name of justice, yet without lifting a finger for justice, and typically in spite of justice. That’s what’s being documented.

To catch a Redditor

The weird thing is that it’s not hard at all to find people in Lawrence, including progressives, who do gripe about the homeless population, unprompted. (I saw it often in the Lawrence subreddit late last year.) I just don’t happen to be one of them. But it makes you wonder exactly what point Gantt and Heather thought they were making.

Weird flex

I strongly suspect that the porn ring used this scam to film my girlfriends having sex with guys off the street to “humiliate” me, and that a sizable local audience cheered along. To the porn ring, it was just a big, disgusting joke. It knows with certainty, and has reams of proof, that it completely invented the notion that I dislike homeless people, and that it can make my neighbors and coworkers cheer for anything it wants.

Just Food. From now on.

Just Food

Among the participants was Just Food executive director Aundrea Walker, who was undoubtedly recruited on the premise that I hated poor people. To Heather, Gantt, and whoever else lied: Congratulations, now Douglas County’s food bank might be damaged.

The porn ring damages institutions like Just Food with glee.¹ It’s not anti-charity, but it has zero regard for people and organizations that aren’t traditionalist Catholic. It also loves to mock the values of the folks it recruits in Lawrence.

Confused warfare

For most of my time in Lawrence, I’ve made near-poverty wages and lived like a non-celibate monk while being viciously targeted by a powerful porn ring through guys like Doug Compton and J.R. Lewis. Comically, the people they recruit to make justice porn at my expense are frequently the type who proudly espouse (to the extent that posting memes is truly “espousing”) class warfare. The irony is not lost on the porn ring, which both encourages and frequently mocks them. It regards their politics as a vulgar fashion statement and, just for fun, proves it over and over without them noticing.

A priestly fraternity

The ultra-orthodox SSPX priests behind the mockumentary have a special disdain for organizations, usually fraternities, that have secret activities, rituals, or oaths. The most notable example is Freemasonry, with which Shannon was comically preoccupied, but she was even scandalized by the Greek houses at K-State. Note that the SSPX itself is a priestly fraternity: while over half a million people worldwide attend SSPX Masses, the only true members of the Society are priests.

Tau Beta Pi

In fact, Shannon strongly disapproved—in her quiet, lobotomized way—when I joined Tau Beta Pi, an engineering honor society. I was initiated at roughly the same time that I was first targeted in the fall of 2006, which is also when Shannon told me the story about our classmate reporting his fraternity. It’s possible that I was blamed for reporting Tau Beta Pi over the initiation ritual, which is laughable. I can’t remember what the hell we did, but it certainly wasn’t anything that could have gotten them in trouble. Frankly, I completely forgot about Tau Beta Pi after I was initiated.

Oh, brother

The practical motivation for this scam is transparent: to involve fraternities and their members in the harassment and justice porn, which of course is designed to mock, compromise, and humiliate them. Eric Mieske, a childhood friend, lived at a fraternity across the street from my apartment when I was first targeted in 2006. He’s now a police officer. I strongly suspect that he and many others were recruited by the porn ring using this scam. They’re going to look awfully silly. The notion that I go around blowing the whistle on fraternities is certifiably insane. It makes no sense, and it should have made no sense to anyone who knew me in 2006. It’s like finding out that hundreds of people think I’m Banksy and cannot for the life of them, even after 18 years, figure out that it’s a joke.

While I was never in a fraternity myself, many in my family were and are, including my dad, who has far more honor than any of the clowns targeting us.

Secret cowardice

Ironically, the main reason the scam was possible is that it was kept secret. Like everyone who kept the justice porn secret, fraternities did so because they were afraid to learn that they were wrong, which was the obvious truth. I can think of several words for that, the most appropriate being cowardly. In fact, it’s hard to fathom so many people exhibiting that level of cowardice and stupidity. The damage done is incalculable.

Just relax

In 2006, Shannon told me—repeatedly I think—about an incident from high school where she was persistently pressured by an older boy to kiss another girl, even after repeatedly declining. He was driving them around and kept telling Shannon to “just relax and have fun.” In 2022–3, Heather Torpey repeatedly referenced that same phrase in our conversation, which was filled with similar taunts. The story undoubtedly appears in the mockumentary with me as the bad guy.

This might be Shannon’s villain origin story. Unless it’s the cat thing.

Dress for men’s success

Modest dress

Like most women in SSPX communities, Shannon dressed very modestly. She holds a strong conviction that women are culpable in sins that men commit out of temptation. She brought it up repeatedly because she disapproved of the way college women dressed. In contrast, I did not. I’m about the last person who’d have a serious opinion about how women ought to dress.

I’m certain that the mockumentary scapegoats me for this one by claiming that I think women are responsible for men’s behavior. I’ve never once expressed that sentiment. In hindsight, Redacted made a very tedious, gross attempt to make this stick to me; she undoubtedly appears on camera lying about it.

Loud music

Shannon believed that all popular music has a secret agenda. She hated the sound of booming car stereos. She’s more of a Gregorian chant gal.

In hindsight, my shift lead at Jimmy John’s (6th & Kasold) in mid-2019 thought he was flexing on me by playing loud music before the store opened. He likely lied about my reaction, along with a few other things. Ethan Payeur, a coworker at Checkers, also thought he was making a heroic contribution by sitting outside and thumping his car stereo. The mockumentary producers were laughing at them—I couldn’t have cared less.

Immigrants and white male problems

Immigration

Shannon expressed consternation for white men in our field, software engineering, due to diversity policies, immigration, and the like. This was in 2006, when our department was easily 95 percent white men, as were most of the teams that hired us after graduation. I said that we seemed to be doing okay. She laughed. Ten years later, Emily Overland expressed a similar sentiment, which, if you know Emily, is obviously funny. I figured she was trying to be friendly. Both conversations were lighthearted. Nevertheless, it’s clear to me that this viewpoint is attributed to me in the mockumentary, and not in a lighthearted way.

In hindsight, grad students and even professors at K-State, like Dan Andresen, ‘teased’ me about immigration in ways that had no chance of registering. As always, they were too cowardly to simply tell me what was going on. The full story will be a monumental embarrassment to the College of Engineering, primarily for other reasons. Shannon was well aware that she was severely damaging her school (and later, her employer, Garmin). She’s fighting a holy war.

Finally, a porn ring for sex workers

Sex work

I suspect that I’m portrayed as prude and anti–sex work in the mockumentary, which is a joke. Nobody who dated me as an adult seriously doubted that I was sex-positive and open-minded.

As with the portrayal of me as rude to service workers, the motivation here is transparent: to recruit women with ties to sex work, who are being mocked, to film revenge porn. See also: Finally, a Porn Ring for the Service Industry.

The resentful ambassador

Shannon was a 4.0 student and one of only a handful of women in the Department of Electrical and Computer Engineering at K-State. Consequently, she faced pressure to be an ambassador to high school girls, and even held an official title as one. But Shannon strongly believed that women shouldn’t work with men and should raise lots of children, which is why her own career lasted only two years. She deeply resented having to pretend otherwise for her school.

Of course, nobody made Shannon be an ambassador. But by the time she graduated, Shannon was genuinely a spy for a vicious criminal porn ring waging a holy war against institutions like K-State. Her job was to sabotage, not to say no. The fallout at K-State, though delayed, will be considerable.

Being religious

I was still nominally Christian when I was spending time with Shannon in 2006, but I started identifying as non-religious soon after. When I told that to McKenzie Grace in 2008, she tried to frame it as bitterness. (McKenzie went to some God-awful, mega-popular worship thing on campus.) I never was bitter. I simply admitted to myself that I wasn’t religious and stopped identifying as such.

Over the years, it never crossed my mind that anyone thought or cared about whether I was religious. But in hindsight, a few people, like David Tah and Redacted, were probably told to lie about it in the mockumentary. I can’t imagine what they thought the point was, but the actual point was for them to look awful on film, and for others, who also looked awful, to ‘punish’ me by filming weird porn.

Mariah

Around 2016, David dangled his “little cousin,” Mariah, in front of me for months. Practically every shift we worked together (several evenings per week), she followed him around for hours. I barely even acknowledged her. The porn ring undoubtedly had access to the store’s cameras and was laughing the whole time.

Moreover, if Mariah was in fact a minor, then there’s a 100-percent chance that David, owner J.R. Lewis, and other men at Checkers were complicit in her being exploited for extremely illegal porn. To the porn ring, that was the whole point of involving her, and David and J.R. don’t say no to the porn ring. Nice work, fellas.

The jokes were the joke

Over the years, several folks, including David, have invoked Doug Compton’s name in staged scenarios as a lame taunt. It was undoubtedly recorded to spice up the justice porn. Imagine being proud of helping Doug Compton secretly flex on your coworker from the safety of his country club. The porn ring loves to watch people like David degrade themselves so thoroughly.

The ‘minor’ incident

Around 2020, I matched with a woman in her early 20s. She immediately gave me her phone number, unsolicited, so we could text. A few days later, she sent unsolicited photos that were clearly of an adult. Another few days later, she casually mentioned that she was 14. Needless to say, I immediately blocked her.

Of course, it wasn’t actually a child, nor was it the woman I thought I was texting. At the time, I figured it was a scam and quickly forgot about it. Now I realize that it was my employer trying to get me in trouble. How pathetic was it? The off-Tinder version of her age was buried in the middle of a long, rambling message. Whoever it was knew that I had no interest in underage girls and hoped I wouldn’t notice. A cop, or even a real producer, would have laughed in their faces. The porn ring was laughing, but nobody ever caught on.

The ‘SD’ incident

Around that same time, I matched with a woman who was looking for an “SD.” I had to look it up: “Sugar Daddy.” I told her that wasn’t really my thing, but that if she visited (she lived out of town), I’d make it worth her while. Almost immediately, my account was reported and banned. Not because I had done anything remotely predatory, but simply because Tinder’s terms of use forbid discussing arrangements of that nature, which it considers commercial.

Years later, I was taunted about this incident—which nobody would know or care about if I wasn’t being stalked—by Chad Smith from Allen Press and Stefanie Wingebach from Checkers. I demolished Chad on Facebook, but I’m guessing that didn’t make it into the mockumentary. Moreover, he had already learned that he was losing his job because the Kansas Department of Labor didn’t find the harassment at Allen Press funny. And Stefanie I’ve never even met, but if not for her stupidity, I might never have figured any of this out.

Clara Bicker and Sarah Salzman

Clara had a severely abusive ex—a supervisor at one of Lawrence’s public pools. She once showed me a horrific photo of her body covered in bruises. At the end of 2023, Sarah showed me a similar photo of herself. It’s virtually certain that others were shown the same photos and told that I was the abuser. In fact, I suspect that both women were recruited specifically for the photos, which were very upsetting. (They were shown to me simply because the porn ring loves to play sick games.)

In August of 2023, after months of silence, Clara suddenly asked me for the private videos we had made. The porn ring likely published or sold the videos and claimed that I had done so without Clara’s consent. Not coincidentally, it was just after I sent letters to dozens of Allen Press customers about the scandal there. (And just before the company’s decision to permanently close.) The porn ring was rattled, and it was definitely up to something.

Nicole Martin and Brooke Kaul

In mid-2019, Nicole told me several stories about obsessive and abusive men. Once, when she was a pet sitter, a client threatened to hurt his own dog if she rejected him. In the spring of 2023, Brooke described a harrowing sextortion ordeal she was put through by a man she met on Tinder. It’s very likely that the women gave mockumentary interviews claiming that I was the abuser. The porn ring and its documentary producers like having people scapegoat me because it’s sick, twisted, and degrading.

Justification

To motivate and justify using their stories to hurt me, victims are likely told that I’ve abused in exactly the same way and gotten away with it. The producers exploit their frustration over the lack of consequences for their own abusers. Finally, understand that many reputable folks in Lawrence encourage women to do business with the porn ring. (Suffice it to say that the full story will be extremely embarrassing to a sizable, affluent segment of Lawrence.)

Discussion

Not coincidentally, the ultra-orthodox Society of Saint Pius X priests behind the porn ring have a distinctively harsh view of Matt’s suicide.

Notice that this scam provides a (painfully stupid) rationale for the provocation and sexual humiliation that characterizes the targeting: I was supposed to snap and be exposed as the sort of person who would’ve made Matt’s life unbearable over girl problems.

I strongly suspect that, at the urging of the mockumentary producers, many people openly hoped that I would kill myself. The producers enjoy proving that they can make people believe, say, and rally around literally anything. Again, the porn ring despises the people who appear in its justice porn, including the Millers.

Perspective

Until they were scammed by the porn ring a decade later, nobody associated me with Matt’s suicide, nor with abusive behavior of any kind. (That includes Pfizer’s lawyers, who investigated Matt’s death in fiendish detail and would have loved to find that he was bullied.) Tragically, the greatest critic of the Millers’ bullshit was Matt himself. It’s a shame on many levels that he wasn’t around to set things straight.

Nevermind

In hindsight, Alexis Smith, Karen Scholle, and likely others thought they were taunting me by admiring Kurt Cobain. I reacted the way anyone would who grew up in the 90s. I guess they were under the impression that the SSPX’s distinctively harsh views about suicide were my own. Imagine having a regular interaction with someone, taking credit in a “documentary” for taunting them, and never giving them a chance to understand that hundreds of people are horrifically, dangerously wrong about them.

Reuben Hamilton shoots a neighbor’s cat and blames me

Cat near-fatally shot

Several years ago, my neighbor, Reuben Hamilton, told me that he shot a cat with a pellet gun because it was bothering his cats. Out of ignorance—I’ve never shot an animal nor a pellet gun—and an abundance of neighborly goodwill, I shrugged it off, assuming it was a minor incident.

Last year, another neighbor, Erin Daniels, told me that one of her cats had a horrific brush with death years ago after he was shot with a pellet gun in our neighborhood. He spent weeks fighting for his life as one organ failed after another. (Amazingly, he’s now healthy and happy.)

Erin said she was glad she didn’t know who shot her cat, so for the time being, I decided not to tell her what Reuben had told me. Recently, however, I’ve realized that Erin was told from the start—along with everyone else—that it was me who shot her cat. She’s believed that all along.

Reuben likely appears in the mockumentary claiming that I shot Erin’s cat. (Shooting a cat is severe animal cruelty—a serious crime—and it’s very strange that it was never reported as such.) In fact, I suspect that Reuben works for the porn ring, and that Redacted already knew him well when she “found” me the house I rent next door to him in 2011.

The porn ring used this scam to recruit many people, including Erin, to make humiliation porn, which is why she briefly dated me last year. Pause to appreciate how sick and twisted that is. The porn ring lives for stuff like that.

Hattie♡

When I met Emily Overland in 2015, her little terrier named Hattie (who looked like Bambi) would reflexively pee whenever I walked in the front door. Emily told me that her ex had accidentally traumatized Hattie while playing, causing her to react that way whenever she saw men. It stopped happening within a few weeks. I loved Hattie. Emily occasionally played rough with her, but I never did and never could. Nevertheless, her ex’s screw-up has the feel of something the mockumentary producers had Emily blame me for.

Former neighbors’ poor pit bull

Neighbors’ pit bull

Around 2013, a family that bred pit bulls rented the house behind me. They pampered the puppies and the female but left the male out in extreme summer weather and hardly acknowledged him. I brought over water whenever his bowl was dry. He was very pitiful and very sweet. I eventually called the city. He was gone soon after, and the family moved away not long after that.

I suspect that the mockumentary somehow twists this story into me being a snooty neighbor who dislikes pit bulls. Redacted is likely the only person I told what had happened; unfortunately, she might be a clinical psychopath. Reuben Hamilton undoubtedly found out; he constantly spreads vicious rumors about me. In fact, I suspect that Reuben works for the porn ring and produces much of the justice porn himself. In other words, it’s his job to spread vicious rumors about me.

This incident is the only time in my life that I’ve reported a neighbor for anything. In hindsight, many people have lobbed taunts at me for it without ever telling me why. As always, they were being mocked by the porn ring for their love of “justice” porn that’s blatantly ridiculous, cowardly, and opportunistic.

Aquent flexes pet culture while flushing it down the toilet

Aquent pet culture

From the moment I started at Aquent in 2022, the mockumentary crew had my coworkers make a huge deal about their pet-friendly culture to “taunt” me. The producers knew I’d eat it up—they know for a fact that I love animals as much as any of the clowns at Aquent. They invented the notion that I don’t love animals. Which, of course, made it impossible for me to understand that I was being taunted.

My team expended truly incredible time and effort showing off for the film crew, which was making a complete mockery of them from start to finish. When the full story is public, I doubt they’ll need to worry about their pet policies anymore.

Shoplifters

Starting around late 2017, a Haskell student from the Dakotas named Dan worked with me at Checkers. I don’t remember his last name. Once, he told me that owner J.R. Lewis (picture Ferguson Darling) had banned a Black former coworker from the store over theft. Mind you, Dan said asinine things all the time. (Picture a hyperactive 6th grader.) I hardly acknowledged him after his first month. Moreover, I had far too much pride to kick Black people out of Checkers for J.R. Lewis. That simply wasn’t going to happen. Yet, in hindsight, there’s no doubt that the mockumentary producers set this up and had Dan, and likely others, lie about it on camera.

In general, my Checkers coworkers were preoccupied with catching shoplifters whereas it almost never crossed my mind. (Not coincidentally, I worked much harder than most of them.) Any claims to the contrary in the mockumentary are blatant lies. The producers took care to document those lies, too.

Dan meets me, promptly gives up

Dan gives up

Speaking of Dan, the first shift we worked together, he told me a story about getting pulled over and searched by a cop. Unexpectedly, he started getting confrontational, ostensibly because I hadn’t shown enough outrage. (Really, he was following a script.) I saved Dan the trouble and made it clear that I didn’t care what anyone, including the police, did to him in the past, present, or future. From that moment on, Dan was a sweetheart, which says everything about his sincerity and courage when it came to ‘exposing’ me.

I don’t argue about the police. When someone complains about a traffic stop, I don’t stick up for the police. It’s just not a thing that I do. So when people get snippy like Dan, all I know is that they’re tripping. Sadly, they never have the courage to simply tell me what’s going on.

Of course, behind my back, Dan said and did whatever the mockumentary producers asked. His role, like that of dozens of his coworkers, was to fatally damage Checkers and thoroughly disgrace himself, all on camera for the amusement of rich perverts.

J.R. Lewis fires a Mexican person for the sake of a porn plot

J.R. Lewis fires immigrant for porn ring

Around 2018, Checkers owner J.R. Lewis fired a Mexican coworker that everyone, including me, loved, and somehow blamed me. I don’t know the details, but I know it was all a porn setup: They told the poor guy, along with the mockumentary audience, that it was my fault and then had him (or perhaps someone else) ‘humiliate’ me on camera with my girlfriend, Jerynn Lindbloom. Neither she nor my coworkers actually believed that I had anything to do with the firing; every one of them smirked when I brought it up. In fact, I suspect that the porn ring first got the idea when I told Jerynn how much I liked the guy.

Everything about the firing was documented: that it was the porn ring’s idea, that J.R. knew it was a porn setup, that I was upset about it, and that my coworkers lied just so they could play the good guys on camera. In fact, the whole point was to document that it was an unmitigated disgrace. The film is very truly a mockumentary.

Pause to appreciate how predatory and disgusting J.R. Lewis’s role in the porn ring is. He uses scams like this one—that he fired a Mexican person because I’m racist—to endear himself to his youngest employees and have them film weird underground porn to ‘punish’ me. It kept happening long after I left Checkers in early 2019. The porn ring intentionally, for its own amusement, makes J.R.’s role as pathetic as possible, because it knows that he’s a spineless little bitch.

Phillip Chavez

Phillip joined my team at Aquent Studios after me. We both worked remotely. Around March of 2023, for the sake of transparency, I showed Aquent a letter I’d written to law enforcement about the scandal at Allen Press, my previous employer. Almost immediately, Phillip was laid off. (My letter had absolutely nothing to do with him.) Over the next couple of months, several others on our team, including myself, were also laid off. I didn’t suspect that anything was amiss at Aquent until a year later.

In hindsight, my coworkers were incredibly weird about Phillip’s dismissal, which makes me think that I’m somehow blamed for it in the mockumentary. (Phillip isn’t an immigrant, but see also J.R. Lewis fires a Mexican person for the sake of a porn plot.) Phillip and I got along great. We started the Kevin James meme. Swear to God. The idea that I would or could have gotten him fired is bonkers, as is the fact that my coworkers went along with it.

By that time, my team at Aquent was well aware that the ‘documentary’ was a sham and a disgrace. They knew that my treatment of Phillip was beyond reproach and that every stunt they pulled was nothing more than a sick game—I was going to be portrayed the same way on film no matter what. They knew. All of them. But they understood by then that the truth didn’t matter at all, nor justice. Only the film. The same thing happened at Checkers and at Allen Press. It’s actually pretty horrifying.

What they didn’t realize is that the producers were never on their side. The cut they expected everyone to see was just a joke. In fact, the film crew was there to document all of the gory, dystopian details of what happened.

Now we’re old and gray, Fernando

Fernando

At KU Dining in early 2015, a teenage coworker with darker skin named Fernando, whom I also liked, was recruited to film humiliation porn. There were likely many others, but the Fernando incident sticks out because our manager, John Thompson, gleefully taunted me about it at work. It was a perfect microcosm of John and me: He pretends to score points on me and smirks, snarls, and scowls about it while I’m oblivious and unfailingly good-natured. (There were people much higher up than John at KU Dining who bent over backward for the porn ring. I wish I knew their names.) See Lawrence’s Underground Porn Scandal for more.

The white hero fantasy

Back in 2008, I was at an Aggieville cafe with Melanie Hall when McKenzie Grace called me. Both women were fellow K-State students who dated me around that time, and both were recruited by the porn ring before I met them. McKenzie launched into a rant about how society doesn’t need police. Mind you, this was not a high-concept, racial-justice, defund-the-police rant. Rather, McKenzie was a clueless, homophobic libertarian—to whom Manhattan, Kan. was a big city—talking out of her ass. I reminded her of that on the phone. That’s when Mel, who had a mixed-race son, jumped in on her high horse. Something about her ex beating her up, but he’s a good guy and the police were worthless. I didn’t argue. The whole scenario felt very weird.

In hindsight, it’s obvious what was happening. The mockumentary crew set this up ostensibly to let McKenzie and Mel take credit for exposing me as a racist cop-fanboy, which they undoubtedly did on camera. Of course, the actual issue, and the one actually being explored by the mockumentary, was that they acted like mean children simply because the producers asked them to, while my behavior was beyond reproach. And that they lied about it on camera, also to please the producers. And that, as a result, I’ve been getting smirked at for 15 years by people who, like them, don’t have one-tenth my character or genuine concern for justice.

An overpowering fantasy

The porn ring knows that for certain white people, it’s an overpowering fantasy to showcase their racial enlightenment in a blockbuster documentary. Mel is transparently one of those white people.¹ So are Ashley Walker and Julie Pearce Valladares, other K-Staters who weaseled their way into the ‘documentary.’ So are John Thompson and Jim Fisher, my managers at KU Dining and Checkers, respectively. In their fifties, John and Jim were even more desperate than the aforementioned college girls to get screen time at my expense. It was jaw-droppingly exploitative—again, they were my bosses. (See also the note about Jim’s disturbing obsession with my grandparents.)

An elaborate hoax

Of course, the triple-A documentary was actually an elaborate hoax. The producers despise people like Mel, Ashley, Julie, John, and Jim. And that’s a small sample of the folks who appear in the mockumentary posing as ludicrous white heroes. First, the porn ring let them prove that they were motivated entirely by vanity and not at all by justice. Then it let them brag about it for ten or 15 years just to compound their humiliation.

Women of Color mural

In the summer of 2018, Alexis Smith spoke with great self-admiration about attending a packed Lawrence city commission meeting that advanced the approval of a downtown mural celebrating local women of color. Alexis knows that I’d never oppose the mural, but she was hired to make me look racist for a ‘documentary,’ so she did her best to antagonize me. (Both Alexis and the audience were being mocked by the producers.)

Alexis was deliberately obnoxious about her participation until I took her down a peg—I said it sounded like a bunch of white academics interrupting ordinary city business to grandstand and take credit for something that was going to pass anyway. (I might have even been right about that.) It was a dumb incident; I only mention it because I’m certain that many people have heard a maliciously inaccurate version of it.

Really, Mike?

One busy Christmas Eve (perhaps 2016), Mike Smith, then store manager of Checkers, vented to me that it was always Black people who waited until the last minute. In hindsight, it was an obvious scapegoat incident: He undoubtedly appears in the mockumentary claiming that I made the remark. The producers get off on making people scapegoat me—especially authority figures like Mike—because it’s sick and degrading.

Really, Nidhi?

Way back in 2008 at Kansas State, a fellow graduate student, Nidhi Tare, made a derogatory comment about Mexicans. I don’t remember what it was, exactly, but I remember being shocked. In hindsight, as with Mike Smith, it was an obvious scapegoat incident: She appears in the mockumentary claiming that it was me who made the remark.

Nidhi, who is from India, was likely under the impression that I had something against immigrants, which I had no way of knowing because it has no basis in reality, and because nobody at K-State had the courage to tell me. Nidhi and I worked and traveled together, and I never once gave her a reason to believe the mockumentary. Unlike the other foreign students in our cohort, Nidhi was a pain in the ass, but I was always nice to her.

Really, Ashley?

Also at Kansas State around 2008, Ashley Walker and I were walking on campus when we passed a large group of Black students. She wondered aloud why “they do that” (hang out together). I figured she was just cranky. Now, it’s obvious that this was yet another instance of scapegoating: Like Nidhi and Mike, Ashley appears in the mockumentary claiming that I made the remark. Ashley is transparently the sort of person who would stab you in the back to be ‘documented’ as a white hero.

This is not a drill

The porn ring has been lying about me to scam Lawrence Jews into making justice porn since I moved here 13 years ago. They were being exploited by an organization that truly hates them. One that calls them Christ-killers. One that genuinely believes Jews are secretly behind all of the Catholic Church’s problems. One that was founded by shameless Holocaust-deniers. This is not a drill. This is genuinely militant antisemitism. The porn ring’s SSPX puppet masters are as bad as it gets.

The SSPX itself has taken steps to clean up its image, including by eventually expelling a founding bishop who publicly denied that the Holocaust ever happened. But the priests who control the porn ring clearly aren’t in the Society’s mainstream (which is really saying something), nor do they have a public image to worry about. More to the point, they spread rumors about antisemitism, and pretend to produce justice porn, as a means to mock and target Jews specifically.

L’affaire Michelle

Around 2015, I met Michelle, who then owned a boutique in downtown Lawrence, at the community garden that sits between Reuben Hamilton’s house and mine. We only talked once or twice, but she grew close to Reuben, who works for the porn ring that’s targeted me since 2006. I don’t remember her last name or the name of her store.

Michelle criticized other gardeners—after mentioning that they really were Jewish—for taking too much topsoil by calling it ‘Jewish.’ It was blatantly gross and I’m certain that it was staged. I think I laughed uncomfortably, which is embarrassing, but Michelle was just a random lady to me. (I’m the very last person who would know or care which of my neighbors were Jewish.) In hindsight, it seems obvious that I was scapegoated for this in a mockumentary interview.

The deal with Reuben

For a few months now, I’ve assumed that Reuben Hamilton works for the porn ring and does much of its recruiting and producing here in town. At least, he’s incredibly devoted to spreading rumors about me, and I’m not aware of anything else he does. If I’m right about Reuben, then he’s responsible for knowingly lying to Jews to recruit them, but I doubt he himself is antisemitic. I doubt he knows anything about the SSPX. In general, I think Reuben genuinely likes the neighbors he scams. He likes to be their hero. Unfortunately, he works for some really bad people.

The girl who mocked Anne Frank

When I first met Redacted in 2010, she had just returned from Amsterdam where she visited a porn ring operative or client named Graham, who sexually assaulted her. She told me that they’d seen the Anne Frank House museum. She mocked it as phony, which she apparently picked up from Graham. I was surprised; I hadn’t been aware of any such skepticism. Although her ridicule wasn’t explicitly antisemitic, the severity of it felt strange and off-putting—worse than Michelle’s blatant stereotype.

I’d be shocked if Redacted didn’t give an interview saying that it was me who mocked Anne Frank. I would never do that. Moreover, I suspect that her mockery may have been sincere, and that Graham is genuinely a raging antisemite.²

Mitcher Barnes

I worked with Mitcher at GTM Sportswear (Manhattan, Kan.) in 2006–7. We hit it off when we met, just a couple of months before I was first targeted. It eventually came up that he’s Jewish, and that he was teased about it while growing up in Salina. He probably only mentioned it after he’d seen the ‘documentary’ and met its secretly antisemitic producers.

I grew up with Jewish friends in a staunchly pro-Israel family. To me, finding out someone is Jewish is no more scandalous than finding out they’re Irish. It had no effect on the way I viewed Mitcher or treated him. Nevertheless, things got weird during my last few months at GTM. Sadly, I assume Mitcher appears in the mockumentary claiming that I was somehow exposed as antisemitic, which is untrue.³

Shannon Awerkamp

Shannon, the SSPX parishioner through whom I was targeted, was well aware that I found her Church’s antisemitism grotesque and alienating. She’s gotten a lot of sick pleasure out of turning my own Jewish neighbors and coworkers against me.

Jerynn Lindbloom

Jerynn identified as queer for most or all of our relationship, which began in mid-2016. But I suddenly sensed tension about it near the end, in 2018, even though she knew it didn’t bother me. The reason was simply that Jerynn was hired by an SSPX-controlled porn ring to portray me as a bigot for a bloodthirsty audience. (The point, of course, was to mock her and the audience.) Antagonizing me without my participation was the best she could do.

Beck Fife

Beck identifies as non-binary, which my team at Aquent Studios tried incredibly hard to prove bothered me. Diana Malmstrom pretended to hate Beck. Said that Beck was deliberately cruel to her about her dead cat. (No, it’s not a coincidence.) She took countless cheap shots at Beck’s gender. (Diana is kind of trash.) I think the best she ever got from me—long after we were laid off, and after she ‘helped’ me find another job—was, “Yeah, they were a pain in the ass.” Which is exactly what Beck was told to be so that I’d criticize them.

Consider our managers’ stupidity and opportunism to fall for this scam: “If all twenty of you working together for months could get this guy to say in private that Beck is annoying, boy, that’d make for great justice porn. You’ll be heroes!” For the people producing that ‘justice porn’, the whole point was to make a complete mockery of our team and Aquent, which worked brilliantly. Given the amount of effort that went into it, the mockumentary is undoubtedly littered with lies about it.

I liked Beck from my first week, when they did a great job training me. We called every minor inconvenience our villain origin story. I did initially misgender them on accident, but I quickly corrected it. Outside of the bizarre justice-porn ritual of our team meetings, we got along great. What an embarrassment and a cruel thing our team did to us.

McKenzie Grace

McKenzie and I dated in 2008 at the peak of the national debate about same-sex marriage, to which she was staunchly opposed. I assured her that she was on the wrong side of history and that she’d be embarrassed of it someday. McKenzie was 20 and changed a lot during college, but I mention it because my politics are portrayed in the mockumentary as essentially a cartoon version of hers at the time. As she knew well, that couldn’t be further from the truth.⁴

I suspect that the mockumentary producers recruited McKenzie and her friends from a mega-popular non-denominational Christian student group at Kansas State—I think it was Campus Crusades. Despite agreeing with them that homosexuality is sinful, the producers despise McKenzie and her friends. They were recruited to thoroughly disgrace and humiliate themselves on camera for the amusement of rich perverts, and that’s exactly what they did.

Pride and pronouns

Shannon Awerkamp’s homophobia was textbook, yet she managed to be friends with classmates who likely were gay. In other words, she was content to ignore an individual’s homosexuality as long as he let her. What she couldn’t tolerate, on the other hand, was gay pride. At least once, she told me that God himself was repulsed by it. She never mentioned pronouns in 2006, but it’s a safe bet that she feels similarly about pride in, and the open acceptance of, non-normative gender identities.

Many dozens of people over the years thought they were taunting me about pronouns and gay pride. The idea that I’m bothered by those things, or that I’m an enemy of LGBTQ people, is literally a sick joke—one created by ultra-orthodox priests specifically to wind folks up, mock them, and extract revenge porn from them.

Sad!

I often wonder what I said or did that could’ve given people the wrong impression. But none of it mattered. The producers choose arbitrarily how to portray me; it has nothing to do with my behavior. If not for the mockumentary, it would never even cross someone’s mind that I’m intolerant.

It’s truly sad to consider the time and effort wasted on the justice porn over the past 18 years, the damage done to folks who participated, and the profit made by people who genuinely despise the LGBTQ community.

Revs. Mitch and Jan Todd

The issue of openly gay clergy has been [incredibly divisive] in the United Methodist Church. The Todds, themselves ministers in the Church, have long supported lifting the ban on such clergy. I worked for Mitch in 2004, when he was a campus minister at Kansas State University. He and Jan knew me as tolerant, respectful, and progressive. Nevertheless, they were scammed by the mockumentary a couple of years later, in late 2006.

Shannon Awerkamp fumed when I spoke about Mitch and Jan’s activism. Predictably, that activism suddenly became their whole identity once they had a film crew ‘documenting’ it. They’ve now spent 18 years pretending that their frantic rainbow-armored self-promotion blitz somehow hurts my feelings. They’ve been getting skewered by the producers the entire time.

Amelia Neuhaus

The last time I saw Amelia, in mid-2022, she told me that she’d brought a group of adults with mental disabilities to a restaurant, and that a man had snapped at her to keep them away from him. He used shockingly degrading language. It was the first time I’d seen Amelia in over a year, and she acted very strange. I’m virtually certain that she scapegoated me for the incident in an on-camera interview.

Jimmy John’s

In mid-2019, a Jimmy John’s (6th & Kasold) coworker and I had a normal, friendly interaction with a regular who appeared to have Tourette syndrome. Afterward, my coworker launched into a speech about how much he loved the guy. I think it included a story about someone being cruel to him. I liked that customer, too; any claim that I was rude to him is completely untrue. (This is the same coworker who heroically played loud music before the store opened—which I also liked.)

Accessible software

Dan Andresen was one of my professors at K-State. In one of his courses, there was a demonstration via telephone in which a blind person navigated K-State’s website while talking us through the experience. I found it extremely interesting. In hindsight, it was supposed to bother me. The mockumentary undoubtedly has footage of Dan, all the way back in 2007, taking credit for shaming or teasing me about accessibility in his class.

At Aquent Studios, where I worked from 2022–3, I pointed out that they were using alt text incorrectly. On the web, an image is replaced by its alt text for people who can’t see it. In general, captions make for poor alt text because they’re irrelevant and confusing to someone who’s reading a text-only version of the page. I knew that because I read about it in the HTML specification, simply because I cared. (I lost the argument, so when a blind person visits a Marriott site, they just hear a surreal, endless litany of inane descriptions of photographs that they can’t see and don’t care about.)

Only a few months ago, I was likely taunted about accessible software by my team at Caterpillar Digital. With genuine enthusiasm, I volunteered to assess our sites from an accessibility perspective. The whole scenario was likely staged by the film crew as a ‘joke.’ (They were mocking my team for thinking it was funny. I quit soon after.)

The premise that I have a negative attitude about accessible design couldn’t be further from the truth. That’s the opposite of who I am. Unfortunately, Dan Andresen and my team at Caterpillar only got to play the clever good guys in the ‘documentary’ if they lied about me.

See also the note about Dan ‘taunting’ me about immigration.

Kevan is a great project manager

Kevan Meinershagen

In early 2022, Allen Press senior manager Kevan Meinershagen searched my personal computer. He was fired a few days later. Brett Scott, my manager, thought I was tricked into giving Kevan access by an intentionally ridiculous, weeks-long ordeal that the mockumentary producers walked them through. At the end, Brett twice taunted (emphasis his), “Kevan is a great project manager.” (You can’t make this stuff up.) In reality, I was using my personal computer for work because I wanted to. I’d have joined it to the company domain without hesitation if they’d simply asked.

I suspect that Kevan had earlier tried to physically access my computer—coworkers regularly entered my house to film porn—and was preoccupied with the fact that it was encrypted, as all Windows PCs have been for years now.

My private life is squeaky clean. I used my computer for work, hobby software development, and nothing else. I hope Kevan lied on camera, because I expect him to be the subject of a rather thorough state or federal investigation. He frequently played police officer with much younger women under the ridiculous pretext of investigating me. To understand the sort of depravity the porn ring has in mind when it enables creeps like Kevan, see the strip-search phone scam. See also Jenna Anderson.

Boudoir photos

Coworkers at Jimmy John’s (6th & Kasold) in mid-2019 made a big deal about having seen a female coworker’s boudoir photos on the store’s computer. You couldn’t have paid me to look. But if the producers bothered to set it up, then they also had my coworkers lie about it on camera.

House sitting

I was asked to house sit on a few occasions for people who were already involved in the mockumentary and highly controlled by the porn ring. Rachel Toll was one; Ashley Estrada was another. It’s nauseating to picture them lying on camera that I was creepy, which they likely did. In reality, I could not be more honest or respectful of others’ privacy.¹

Comrades of cringe

My team at Aquent Studios turned communism into a running gag to tease me. I thought it was cute. But in hindsight, they did take it suspiciously far. Imagine being a manager and everyone finding out that you spent countless man-hours “teasing” a member of your team to impress a mockumentary crew, and he never even noticed. That’s Brennan Lietz at Aquent, and it’s not even close to the weirdest thing he did. And it’s all on film because he thought he was showcasing his intelligence and virtue for a documentary.

Royalty

That same Aquent team also apparently believed that I have a thing for the royal family. I’m the last person on Earth who would have a thing for the royal family. This joke probably references traditionalist Catholicism’s true ideal form of government—not fascism but Christendom. The producers were clearly toying with my coworkers—daring them to recognize that it was a joke.

Ope, you got me — I’m a Dark Ages guy

Dark Ages

In hindsight, people thought the Renaissance (and Renaissance Festival) bothered me. This joke references the fact that the Dark Ages were the Catholic Church’s golden age. I recall that Shannon Awerkamp was aggrieved by the term “Dark Ages” and the narrative that’s taught in history class.

At this point, the producers are just showing off. The mockumentary gives them god-like power over people’s behavior. Countless people over the years—this goes all the way back to GTM Sportswear in 2007—honestly believed that I was triggered by the Renaissance—literally the historical period—and that “tormenting” me about it made them look cool. Let that really sink in.

The acid trip continues: enter Mr. Brown

Jeff Brown

In fact, I strongly suspect that the porn ring went back and involved my high school Western Civilization teacher, Jeff Brown, whom I mentioned to Shannon when she spoke about Church history. I get the feeling that appearing in the “documentary” as a “scholar” was going to be the highlight of his career. I can’t wait to see the footage.

See also Making Up the Grade, with Eric Punswick.

Laughable indignation

I strongly suspect that this story appears in the mockumentary. I was likely taunted about it on Facebook earlier this year by a random administrator in a nearby school district. To the film’s producers—who despise uppity public school teachers—the joke is that I never complain or cause problems at school or work. Never. I’m the last person who asked my parents for help, even in high school. I’m truly the last person in my high school class who deserves to be trashed in a film for cheating or complaining or being coddled. That’s not some hidden truth; it was plainly obvious to my teachers and bosses over the years.

Meanwhile, Eric Punswick’s conduct as a professional teacher was spiteful, lazy, and dishonest—a disgrace. He’s likely venerated in the mockumentary, which of course is meant as a joke.

Rewarding outrage to attract losers

Rewarding outrage

The reason this topic appears in the mockumentary isn’t that my mom called Eric Punswick. The producers can get people like Eric to say anything they want; that this story happened to be inspired by a real event is practically irrelevant. Rather, it’s in the film because it’s the sort of thing that people like to be seen expressing outrage about. The producers have a keen sense of those topics—tipping, for example—and they pack them into the film at will, with zero concern for actual events.

In fact, truthful portrayals of my family are antithetical to the film’s purpose, as is anything resembling justice. Rather, what’s being documented is a bunch of losers clamoring to get credit for their ridiculous outrage. The topics are intentionally brutally unfair and often comically implausible. It’s a justice porn mockumentary.

A crucifixion metaphor, literally

Crucifixion metaphor

To the priests behind the mockumentary, my role is metaphorically akin to a scapegoat or animal sacrifice—the same metaphor they use for a sinless person being nailed to a cross. That’s what the producers of the film have in mind when they instruct my acquaintances to trash me and my family on camera. They’re sick, of course, but they’ve utterly, dominantly exposed the mockumentary’s many participants and fans. And it’s all on film.

Student loans

Tiffany Cooper, whom I dated soon after I was first targeted, fiercely resented that she had more debt than me. Later, Redacted and Alexis Smith were coached to behave the same way to get under my skin. I told all three of them to get a life, which any self-respecting person would have done. I paid for grad school with a research job while being targeted by a vicious porn ring and its Silas-from–The Da Vinci Code puppet masters. I’ve been through vastly more than those women, gotten by with far less, and I never criticize the financial situations of others.

The porn ring encourages people to feel self-righteous about their participation to mock them—it’s blatantly a sick joke. In hindsight, many of my Allen Press and Aquent coworkers thought they were teasing me about loans. What an embarrassment. See also Confused Warfare.

The Postal Service

In early 2023, my team at Aquent tried to expose that I dislike mail carriers. I don’t know where this one comes from. I’m not someone who gripes about the postal service.² But, similar to the claim that I gripe about homeless people, it’s such a common occurrence that you wonder how anyone could have taken the “justice” porn seriously.

I’m nearly certain that this claim has been prominently featured in the mockumentary for many years. The motivation is obvious: to compromise postal workers and extract weird mailman revenge porn, much of which was likely filmed at my house with women I know. Everyone involved, including the local audience, was getting skewered by the porn ring for failing to recognize that the “justice” porn was intentionally disgraceful, dystopian, and asinine.

Public radio and television

Public radio and TV

In fact, I suspect that there’s a whole genre of claims in the mockumentary that I oppose publicly funded services and media, for instance NPR and PBS, which is laughably untrue. As always, the porn ring was mocking all of the losers who lined up to be “documented” saving public radio from the infidel in their midst.

McKenzie Grace may have scapegoated me for her unpopular politics back when we dated in 2008. At the time, she was a hardcore anti-government libertarian trapped in the body of a sorority girl.

Public schools

The priests behind the mockumentary loath public schools. Shannon Awerkamp viewed them as a dystopian state instrument of mass brainwashing. In contrast, my mom was a public school teacher, my sister and I attended public schools, and so did my dad. In fact, we were staunch supporters of public schools. If that support has weakened over time, it’s a direct result of the hellish, incomprehensible effect of the mockumentary on our lives since 2006. Nevertheless, I strongly suspect that we’re portrayed as enemies of public schools in the film. See also Making Up the Grade, with Eric Punswick.

National Parks

The mockumentary is designed to be a ridiculous fantasy for the people involved. Around 2018, Jim Fisher, my manager at Checkers, started talking about national parks. The producers likely had him claim that he had to set me straight about them. They know that national parks are so hot right now, and that for Jim, it’s an overpowering fantasy to be their champion in a high-profile documentary. Jim had long since embraced that the film was a scam. He wasn’t trying to expose or taunt me; he was simply playing the producers’ sick game.

Travel

The ultra-orthodox priests behind the porn ring aren’t big on globalization of any kind. It’s not that they favor a particular country; it’s that they truly want the world to return to its medieval state. It’s fairly obvious that the mockumentary portrays me as anti-travel and anti-globalization. I’m personally not a big traveler, but the portrayal has nothing to do with me. It’s something that people want to be ‘documented’ criticizing, because they think it makes them look good. That’s what the mockumentary is all about.

Joseph Stanfill

Joe was a high school friend who knew much better than to believe the mockumentary. He was also incredibly simple for the porn ring to research: He pontificates about world affairs on Facebook with all the credibility of Richie Rich. For 18 years, the porn ring has mocked Joe by winding him up and letting him think he’s destroying my made-up views, which generally are the SSPX’s own. Imagine thinking you’re John Oliver and then finding out that you’ve spent your entire adult life getting lapped over and over by these guys.

Finally, a porn ring for Taylor Swift fans

Taylor Swift

I suspect that the mockumentary portrays me as a Taylor Swift hater, which is a transparent ploy to trick women into filming weird revenge porn. (The porn ring gets off on mocking the women it recruits. See also: Finally, a Porn Ring for the Service Industry.)

I’ve never once hated on Taylor Swift. I think it’s adorable how much women my age love her, and I always have. Any claim to the contrary is a blatant lie. The mockumentary producers enjoy proving that they can make people believe, say, and rally around anything they want.

Aquent Studios

By coincidence, Aquent hired me right as I got the attention of police in August of 2022. Nevertheless, and despite being based a thousand miles away in Boise, my team still was scammed by the mockumentary. As with all of my employers, I never once gave Aquent a reason to believe what it was told about me. I worked remotely for Aquent from 2022–3.

In March of 2023, for the sake of transparency, I showed Aquent a letter that I’d written to law enforcement about the scandal at Allen Press. My bosses panicked when they realized that I wasn’t nearly as clueless as they’d been led to believe. My team was sharply downsized over the next couple of months, with the layoffs, including mine, disguised as several separate events.

See The Shame Here is Fat-Free, Politics: Communism, Fascism, Royalty, and Beck Fife.

Allen Press

I worked at Allen Press, in Lawrence, from 2019–22. The company was destroyed by the porn ring. The building has been empty since late 2023. See Lawrence’s Underground Porn Scandal.

Checkers

Checkers Foods is an independent grocery store in Lawrence, Kansas owned by J.R. Lewis and built by his father, Jim Lewis.

Jimmy John’s

Kelly Becker manages the Jimmy John’s at 6th & Kasold in Lawrence, where I worked for a few weeks in mid-2019. During my brief time there and for years after I left, the porn ring extracted tons of weird porn from my Jimmy John’s coworkers, whom it was mocking and humiliating, in exchange for screen time in the ‘documentary.’ As usual, I was a model employee from start to finish.

The notorious strip-search phone scam is the closest precedent that I’m aware of for what happened to me at work over the years. It seems especially applicable to Jimmy John’s since it often targeted fast-food restaurants.

KU Dining

See Lawrence’s Underground Porn Scandal.

Porn Ring Clients

Tiffany Cooper bragged about a mysterious, rich boyfriend when I met her in 2007. Distant, wealthy men with similar auras were mentioned by a few other exes over the years. Redacted talked about a man in the UK named Graham. Immediately before we met in January of 2010, he flew her to Amsterdam and sexually assaulted her. Around 2017, Emily Overland told me that a man with a BDSM fetish, whom I called Fifty Shades of Wannabe, was flying in from Canada to spend the weekend with her. These guys are likely porn ring clients who pay to participate. There are many others. Some of the clients may be somewhat famous.

Lawrence

Redacted begged me to move to Lawrence from the time we met in 2010 until I caved a year and a half later. I suspect that she already knew Reuben Hamilton well when she ‘found’ me the house I rent next door to him. I last saw her in 2015.

See Lawrence’s Underground Porn Scandal.

Johnson County Freethinkers

When I moved to Johnson County, Kan. after college in 2009, I attended a handful of ‘Freethinker’ meetings at a Lenexa cafe. (I had identified as non-religious for a couple of years by then.) It turned out to be a bunch of bachelor uncles griping about religion with no particular skill or insight. In hindsight, by the last couple of meetings I attended, I’m certain that the mockumentary crew was in complete control. That crew, and the ultra-orthodox priests behind it, would have absolutely feasted on those poor guys.

Sandia National Laboratory

As a graduate student in the summers of 2007 and 2008, I interned at Sandia National Laboratory in Albuquerque. The targeting effortlessly followed me from K-State to Albuquerque (and Dallas), which says a lot about the porn ring and its capabilities.

Sandia’s precursor was established for the Manhattan Project, and the lab’s historical mission was nuclear weapons development. (My job was to dick around in a trailer outside the security perimeter.) You might assume that the engineers and managers at Sandia would be too smart to fall for the mockumentary. But in fact, Sandia is teeming with exactly the sort of pompous douche-nozzles that eat this scam up:

We need men of honor like yourselves to ‘investigate’ this pervert for our documentary. Yeah, that’s right, just like secret agents. For sure. It’s the Manhattan, Kansas Project. You’re gonna be legends, boys!

Actually, folks at Sandia were likely told that I was not only a pervert but also some sort of anti-American infidel who intended to steal secrets. That it was certifiably insane is what made it fun for the porn ring.

The ultra-orthodox priests behind the porn ring and mockumentary have no special regard for the U.S. government, the military, law enforcement, or any other American institution. Shannon Awerkamp regarded the national monuments as false idols. To the porn ring, scamming and humiliating Sandia was no different than scamming and humiliating the Jimmy John’s on 6th Street.

For two summers, I went down to Sandia and acted like a normal grad student. I’m about as far from an enemy of the United States as a person can possibly be. Everyone I came into contact with likely thought I was an infidel in their midst. (Sandians would have felt extra proud of keeping it secret from me.) Because of a mockumentary. The whole scenario was designed to be as dystopian and disgraceful as possible.

See also Drama in the LHC.

Albuquerque and Dallas

As mentioned, I spent the summers of 2007 and 2008 in Albuquerque, where I interned at Sandia National Laboratory. The targeting effortlessly followed me from K-State to Albuquerque and Dallas, where I visited Kat Lindholm one weekend each summer, which says a lot about the porn ring and its capabilities.

Kansas State University

K-State United Methodist Campus Ministry

K-State UMCM

For all of 2004, I worked for the United Methodist Campus Ministry (UMCM) at Kansas State University. A couple of years later, when I was first targeted, dozens of my UMCM connections were scammed by the mockumentary. That any of them had more character than me, or more sophistication, was a blatant joke. They knew better. Their involvement was driven by vanity and opportunism. Incredibly, they’ve spent 18 years smirking about it. The full story will be a monumental embarrassment.

Rev. Mitch Todd was the campus minister; he and his wife, Rev. Jan Todd, are prominently featured in the mockumentary, and are particularly despised by its producers. Their role is to thoroughly disgrace and humiliate themselves and their Church on film, which is exactly what they’ve done. Mitch and Jan have been severely compromised by the porn ring and its Society of Saint Pius X puppet masters for 18 years while serving at churches around Kansas. For details, see Revs. Mitch and Jan Todd.

Blue Valley Northwest High School

BVNW HS

I grew up in Overland Park and went to high school at Blue Valley Northwest (2002). I strongly suspect that most people who knew me in high school know about the mockumentary. Which means they’ve kept it secret from me and my family for practically its entire 18-year existence. All of them knew us as regular, honest, decent people. Many of them will be immortalized on film throwing away, for starters, my 20s and 30s and their own dignity, just to be in a movie that was blatantly a sick joke. The story will be famous, and it will ruin careers, and it will leave a hideous mark on our class.

The notes in this section are a tiny part of the story, most of which I still don’t know. See also Making Up the Grade, with Eric Punswick, Jeff Brown, Joseph Stanfill, Megan Dodge, and Matt Miller’s Suicide.