Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


It seems that even people who want to believe Brett Kimberlin eventually figure out that he’s a liar. This post from six years ago today titled Dread Pirate #BrettKimberlin, Storyteller was taken from Kimberlin’s authorized biography.

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From listening to him in court, reading his court filings, and viewing his web sites, it seems to me that TDPK is making stuff up as he goes along. Mark Singer came to a similar conclusion in his book Citizen K. The following is from a section that begins at the bottom of page 335.

I came to this conclusion:

The Quayle story was Kimberlin’s most successful creation, the invention that propelled him further than any other. Someone he knew, but not Kimberlin himself, had either sold or claimed to have sold pot to Quayle—and he appropriated this for himself. …

I spent four years asking questions about Kimberlin, and along the way I never met a soul who could offer genuine corroboration of the fable that brought his to my attention in the first place.

Brett Kimberlin is a storyteller, a teller of tall tales, but not a very good one. He sometimes has trouble remembering what he said to whom when. Of course, if one tells the truth, that’s less of a problem.

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Lying liars gotta lie.

Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


Before he was tagged with the nickname Dread Deadbeat Pro-Se Kimberlin, Brett Kimberlin was mocked at this blog as The Dread Pirate Kimberlin because of a pirate-themed blog he tried to operate for a few weeks in late 2012. Six years ago today I ran this post titled Dread Pirate #BrettKimberlin of the Caribbean.

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The paragraph at the bottom of page 55 of Mark Singer’s book Citizen K contains the following.

The only plane he ever owned was a single-engine Piper 235. For one six-month stretch, he leased a twin-engine Piper Navaho. The latter had a cargo capacity of two thousand pounds, but Kimberlin said the most exotic agricultural product he ever hauled was organic mangoes. He flew all over the country and in the Caribbean, occasionally doing smuggling reconnaissance, sometimes carrying cash, but never moving drugs.

Sometimes carrying cash. I wonder where. One reasonable suggestion would be to vendors to pay for the dope he was buying. Another possibility would be to a bank or banks in a jurisdiction with good privacy laws in order to have a bankroll to use if he had ever fled the country using his false passport.

Now, Gentle Reader, if you had a stash of money overseas and wanted to repatriate it without incurring any tax liability, how would you go about it? Would you consider setting up a “charity” with loose accounting that could receive “donations”?

It’s just an idea.

UPDATE–

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Yeah, like Hal Holbrook said when playing the role of Deep Throat, “Just follow the money.”

Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


One of the reasons that I have ridiculed The Dread Deadbeat Pro-Se Kimberlin is that his behavior has been ridiculous. It has been all along as was described in this post from six years ago today titled The Unique Criminal History of Dread Pirate #BrettKimberlin.

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brett-kimberlin-terrorist-in-security-guard-uniform1TDPK was busted by the FBI and U. S. Army CID for impersonating a Department of Defense police officer when he tried to have some documents copied at an Indianapolis print shop. It was that arrest that led to a search of the car that he was driving. That search turned up the bomb making materials that led to his being charged as the Speedway Bomber.

Mark Singer adds this on page 94 of his book Citizen K:

Halloween was still a few weeks away, but Brett was already in costume. He had on navy-blue trousers, a medium-blue short-sleeved shirt with a sew-on cloth Department of Defense Police shoulder patch, and a gray wide-brimmed felt hat. The overall effect—especially the Smokey the Bear flourish of the hat—bordered on slapstick. The eventual charges against Kimberlin were impersonating a Department of Defense officer, illegal possession of military insignia, and illegal possession of a facsimile of the Great Seal of the President of the United States. The latter two offenses were so obscure that Kimberlin said his later search of case law turned up no other criminal prosecutions under the relevant statutes—a statistic that seems to fit the novel circumstances under which he got himself busted.

Others have been convicted of terrorist crimes such as bombing, others have been convicted of impersonating government officers, but to be the first, and only, one convicted of illegal possession of the Presidential seal … Now, that’s a unique place in the annals of crime!

UPDATE—Mark Singer notes the “slapstick” appearance of TDPK in his getup. I note that his beard is a sufficiently gross violation of the grooming standards in place at the time that no DoD personnel, military or civilian, would have believed he was for real.

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That silly costume fooled no one except The Dread Deadbeat Prevaricator Kimberlin himself.

Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


I first published the following six years ago today as a post titled Dread Pirate #BrettKimberlin, Master Detective. The story is tells reveals a great deal about The Dread Deadbeat Prevaricator Kimberlin’s personality.

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The Dread Pirate Kimberlin’s brother Scott was murdered while TDPK was in the Marion County Jail. Mark Singer reports the following on pages 313 and 314 in his book Citizen K:

As noted earlier, he [Kimberlin] told me that while in the Marion County Jail, he’d called acquaintances in Dayton, learned the name of the motel where Scott had been staying, persuaded the clerk to give him a list of phone numbers dialed from the room, and referred the police to an unfamiliar number, which guided them to the killer. “It was my quick detective work that solved the crime.”

One afternoon, the three of us, seated in Brett’s living quarters, downstairs in Carolyn’s [TDPK’s mother] home, talked about Scott. She cried as she described identifying her child’s corpse, and the crying continued as she recalled testifying during the trial of his killer. She told of driving to Dayton with her former husband and his second wife, of meeting on a Saturday with a homicide detective who said he couldn’t really get started until Monday. That weekend, she said, they began their own investigation. They canvassed motels along the interstate south of Dayton, and at the third stop she found Scott’s name in the guest register. She persuaded the clerk to provide the list of outgoing phone calls, which she gave to the detective. One of the numbers led directly to a material witness, and the killer, George Shingleton, was arrested within a week.

Another jumped connection. I avoided eye contact with Brett as Carolyn spoke. And I never chose to raise the subject with him again.

TDPK is a convicted perjurer. He has been known to tell lies.

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A small-time junkie goes through his mother’s purse looking for cash to steal to support his habit. A wannabe big-time dealer goes through his mother’s hard work looking for a story to steal to tell to inflate his own importance.

#SSDD

Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


I’ve noted from time to time that Brett Kimberlin is a liar. Of course, I’m not the first person to say so. Six years ago today, I published this post titled Dread Pirate #BrettKimberlin and the Persistence of Memory.

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the_persistence_of_memory_-_1931_salvador_daliWhen Mark Singer began writing his book Citizen K, he generally believed the claims made by TDPK. He learned his lesson. Chapter 35 is devoted to the differences between the stories Brett Kimberlin told and those of other witnesses.

Once I compared Kimberlin’s renderings of certain incidents with the recollections of other witnesses, the recurring theme of “jumping the connection” almost always emerged. When a dope dealer jumped a connection, he eliminated a middleman, hoping to cut his costs without increasing his risk. Now, both literally and figuratively, it seemed that Kimberlin has this same habit. Figurative instances were narratives in which he claimed center stage, though in reality he’d participated at a distant remove or not at all. Or, when it suited his purposes, he might do just the opposite, ascribing to others acts he in fact had performed himself.

Given the behavior I have personally witnessed in Maryland and Virginia courtrooms, he does not seem changed.

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And based on my experience over the past six years, I can repeat my conclusion that The Dread Deadbeat Prevaricator Kimberlin hasn’t changed.

Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


I’ve been writing about the past and present activities of Brett Kimberlin and his band of followers/cohorts/enablers for over six years now. The story started out weird and has gotten progressively stranger. This post titled An Interesting Coincidence re #BrettKimberlin ran six years ago today

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We didn’t pick up yesterday’s mail until we were coming in from church this morning. Mrs. Hoge handed me a package that turned out to contain a copy of Citizen K: The Deeply Weird American Journey of Brett Kimberlin. A friend finally got me a personal copy via a used book seller.

The book has one of those clear plastic protective jackets that you find on library book, and, sure enough, it’s stamped as being a discarded book from a library. The Monroe County Public Library. In Bloomington, Indiana.

Bloomington is where TDPK was selling drugs when he was a teenager. It’s where the activities that led to his first conviction (for perjury) took place. Bloomington is turning out to be a real source of information. Perhaps some more follow up with personal contacts is in order.

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I’ve found all sorts of interesting sources of information as I’ve turned over various rocks while investigating Brett Kimberlin. I’ve published a great deal about him, but only enough to be able to confirm opinions I’ve expressed about him with publicly available information. Although I haven’t published nearly all the information I have, every thing I’ve written about him has been either a documented fact or a conclusion based on publicly available facts.

But just as Holmes told Watson the the Tale of the Giant Rat of Sumatra is a story for which the public is not yet ready, some things must still be handled with discretion.

Still, everything is proceeding as I have foreseen.

Team Kimberlin Post of the Day


The Dread Deadbeat Performer Kimberlin’s music has been a subject of pointage, laughery, and mockification at this blog for years. The TKPOTD from five years ago today is an example.

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Brett Kimberlin has had a desire for a career in the music business for decades. Between his first release from prison on his bombing sentence and when his parole was revoked, he tried to make it as a rock musician. Mark Singer tells of how he started Brettsongs, a publishing company, and put together a demo tape and promotional package.

Brett is American; he grew up on rock and roll in a musical family. At odds with the right-wing Administration during the 1980’s, he was jailed as a political prisoner. While there, he experienced first-hand suffering of the underclass and the cynicism of governments. He became a champion for those less fortunate and rose above the evil around him.

It was while in prison that Brett wrote 29 “Songs of Passion.” These songs will resonate in the hearts of people throughout the world because of their insight, honesty and directness. Moreover, many of them will, through controversy, raise the consciousness  of people everywhere. Brett’s combination of social conscience and anger, as represented  in the songs, brings comparisons to Lennon and Sting.

—”Song of Passion” Promotional Package quoted in Citizen K, p.306

I don’t know that I have ever heard any of those 29 song, so I can’t say how they resonate, but there were several items in that puff piece that struck a chord with me. The chord contained a flatted fifth.

Political prisoner? Not really. Brett Kimberlin was convicted of smuggling dope and bombing charges. I don’t care what country in the world you pick; get caught doing either of those things, and you’ll spend a long time in jail—if they don’t execute you.

Raise the consciousness … Oh, goodness! That’s a feminist term that was spun out of the Marxist idea of false consciousness.

Comparisons to Lennon and Sting? Perhaps, but certainly not favorable ones.

OK, it’s an advertising piece, and it’s puffery, but … oh, never mind.

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A legend in his own mind, but a false narrative nonetheless.