Kerodin Apr 30, 2013
“R. Ramsey” is the Sheriff of Key West.
I have never gone to a cop before about anyone, and I’m not 100% comfortable having done it now – but if someone doesn’t shut Firestone up, I will end up in Key West and that won’t turn out well for anyone.
From: Kerodin [mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org]
Sent: Tuesday, April 30, 2013 6:38 PM
Cc: ‘Holly Kerodin’
I am party to what I thought was a rather childish internet feud with a resident of Key West. It began as a political disagreement, and quickly devolved into an absurd argument in which the Key West resident began posting pornographic related commentary and other rants that lead me to consider that his mental health may be an issue. He has become obsessed with me personally, constantly stalks me on websites and refuses to discontinue his activity despite several requests. I recently received an email he wrote (delivered to me by a third party) in which he brings my wife into the argument, with more pornographic references. I am now genuinely concerned for her safety, as I think this man may be dangerously unstable, and I know he has access to firearms. I live just outside of Washington DC, so I am not immediately concerned because of the distance he would have to travel, yet my concern is real and remains.
I receive nearly daily contact from this person recently, and this feud has been going on since last summer. His obsession is rapidly becoming more extreme.
His name is Mark D. Firestone
47 Ed Swift Road
Key West, FL 33040
His wife is an attorney (not licensed in Florida), and she participates equally and also recently included my wife in an email.
My name is Christian Kerodin. I have a federal felony conviction (non-violent extortion) in 2003 and an unrelated unregistered SBR conviction from the same incident. I do not hide my past, and have no other criminal record.
I would appreciate guidance from your office regarding steps that may be taken either legally or through the Florida Mental Health system regarding this matter.
While you’re pondering that, let me give you a little background here. Keep in mind that it’s to the best of my memory, especially time frames which I’ve kept general just for that reason.
A few years ago, me and Kerodin picked up a troll named Mark Firestone. At first he was cool, normal comments, then something snapped one day. Sam had posted something about a drone with a crossbow mounted on it and Mark commented something to the effect that it was the stupidest fucking thing he had ever heard of (Mark, I hate to admit it, was right: a single shot weapon on a noisy unstable platform that can’t be reliably aimed) and Sam (being Sam) jumped back in his face.
It was on. It was an every day all day thing between the emails and shitty comments. And because I was a friend of Kerodin’s at the time and defended the principle that he could put forth any idea he wanted to, I was a target too. Matter of fact, Mark Firestone was the reason I started moderating my comments.
Firestone wasn’t your ordinary troll. He was fucking terrible, man. He even had a website, California Yankee, that was dedicated to me and Sam. I mean, there was nothing else on it! Nothing was off limits to him. Family, wives, nothing – and he was foul about it. Just thinking about him makes me want to go shower. Anyways, I’d block one account and he’d open up another. I’d come home to 10 or 12 of these kind of messages a day sometimes.
Dude, get a life. Seriously. Crawl back under your central valley rock. Fuck me? Fuck you. Jesus, what is this, high school? Sling some more shit. When all is said and done, your “we” is a handful of nutcases with a retarded plan. And you’re still a toothless, greasy-haired white trash piece of shit who can’t afford a goddamn AK47. Really, you want to talk shit about ME? You make me laugh, Kenny boy. How is it living in the armpit of California knowing your politicians are such commie shitheads? And you’re surrounded by them! That must suck, man. Hey, give me your address and I’ll send you a ten-round mag for your birthday. Fucking loser. Really, I hope you feel better now. Write me back, there ain’t shit on TV right now and I need some cheap entertainment. When you go to work tomorrow, revel in the Okie beauty that is that shithole area in which you are forced to live because all you can do is stack fucking boxes in a warehouse.
Yeah, most times I sparred back and I gave as nasty as I got. Other days, and especially towards the last, I got to where if I saw a comment or an email from Mark or his skanky wife (yeah, she got in on it too) I would delete it without even reading it. It kept them from escalating and it kept my blood pressure down. It was that easy.
Not Sam, though. Nossir. They fired back and forth and then Mark brought up Holly. Boom, a button was pushed. Sam told Mark to meet him halfway so he could kick his ass (this was all done on Sam’s blog and has since been scrubbed) and Mark just fucking laughed. We all know Sammy don’t like to be laughed at. Sam threatened him again and Mark laughed again. So Sam told Mark that he was gonna whip his ass and hang him from a yardarm or something if he ever laid eyes on him. Again, Mark laughed at him and kept his shit up.
It goes on for a couple of more months and it seems like Kerodin had some business down south. Sam had already threatened to punch out Mike Vanderboegh over at Sipsey Street Irregulars who lives in Alabama and seeing as Firestone was only about 8 hours from there, Sam might get him a twofer. But nothing happened. Not a judy chop one was delivered. No threats were carried out. But look in the email to me, he was threatening Firestone even after he sent the sheriff that email.
Mark kept it up. Then one evening I get an email from Sam saying he was thinking about dropping a dime on Firestone in the morning. Huh? Ah, I figured he’d think better of that after a good’s night sleep. I did reply that if he did decide to do it and thought it would do any good to add my name, to go ahead. What could that hurt? I mean, he really wasn’t really going to snitch Firestone out, was he?
The next day I got the email(s) at the top of the post. He appeared that he actually did it. The cop hater went to the cops. I mean, the email to me looked like it was forwarded from his sent folder, right?
And after the next day, we never heard from Firestone again. Ever. Not a peep.
Notice how he made sure to point out that Firestone ‘has access to guns’? Uh-huh. That’s right out of the left’s playbook – that and the words ‘mental health’ which he also made sure was brought up.
Now, in my past I would have never considered calling the cops for anything. If somebody died, you let somebody else discover the body and report it. If somebody did you wrong, you went and dealt with it. Let me give you an example: the dragon tattoo on my left forearm was done by Chris Talbert who is 35 years into a 25 to life sentence for killing the Flores boys after they broke into his house. We never involved the cops in anything.
I’ve mellowed with age. The fact that I’m no longer in a life that views all cops as threats helps. I don’t hate all cops any more. While I still think I’m capable of handling my own problems, I feel a lot better knowing there’s a cop eating a doughnut and drinking a cup of coffee just a couple blocks from my 75 year old mother’s house, you know what I mean?
You get a pass on calling the cops for most crimes against you. Let them handle it. That’s what they get paid for. Hell, it even helps to have it at least documented by the law if you have a problem with somebody and end up shooting the son of a bitch.
You don’t get a pass when you help to escalate the situation and especially when you make threats against somebody. If you do make threats, you’re expected to carry them out. But Sam? The man who’s always talking about doing ‘hard things’ went and cried to the cops like a little bitch because Firestone was saying mean things. The man whose sidebar now reads “If you want to run with the big dogs, you’ve got to quit pissing like a puppy” went scampering under the porch instead of steppin’ off of it. Strangely enough, it was after this incident that he really ramped up his ‘All cops are evil and deserve to die’ bullshit. Pretty hypocritical of him, huh? I thought so too.
So does this make Kerodin a federal snitch like everybody’s been saying? Nope. All it says is he’s so afraid of going back to prison for making good on his threats that he did something that is so repugnant to most ex-convicts that they won’t even consider it. Shit, even 3rd graders despise tattletales.
Will he do it again? I don’t know, but I wouldn’t take a chance. Fuck no. Would you? Remember, a snitch’s accusations don’t have to be truthful, just plausible. He’s demonstrated the level that he’ll sink to in order to avoid going back to the joint.
Has he done it since? I don’t know. Not that I’m aware of.
Have I betrayed the confidence of a ‘friend’? Nope, I betrayed the confidence of somebody I perceived to be a snitch, a coward and a hypocrite. You’re welcome.
Y’all are Free thinking adults, able to form your own opinions about what you’ve read here over the past several weeks. God gave you that ability, I suggest you use it.
Opera Non Verba