Plausible Deniability

Reporters won’t talk about murder for hire. They’ll show someone who has been busted trying to hire an undercover cop to kill someone, or they’ll report that someone has been put in jail for it. But nothing that might worry people makes the news. There are no reports of someone who is arrested for murder for hire, because they might get off, or get off lightly, and this is not the kind of news that would benefit rich people who want to be able to kill lilttle people. Reassuring news is played.

Have you *ever* heard a news story reporting that a murder was committed that was probably murder for hire? Does this mean that murder for hire doesn’t happen, or that it just isn’t reported on?

I’ve had people talk about killing me in front of me. More than once I’ve identified a trigger man to the police while he had a gun on him. Police take him off to the side, search him, carefully fail to find the gun, and let him go. In one case they refused to understand who I was pointing out, until a girl they had been talking to said, “Nah, he means that guy over there. And he has something going on because he is shaking like a leaf!” — It was only then that the police gave the man a faux-search.

That’s plausible deniability. That’s how plausible deniability works. Everyone knows and everyone understands and everyone simply must pretend that they don’t know and don’t understand, no matter how thin the sham becomes. And everything about our system is organized to maintain plausible deniability.

When you call the FBI to tell them someone intends to kill you, what they’ll do is refer you to the state or town police. As far as I know, they won’t even record your name normally. What that means is that when you get killed there are no statistics that indicate that you’ve placed repeated calls to the FBI and they’ve done nothing. The state police will refer you down to the town police, because the town police are the ones who are responsible for ensuring your safety. The town police will refer you down to the cop on the beat.

The cop on the beat is not interested in hearing about anything that happened outside of the town he works for. He is only interested in crimes that have happened or will happen in his jurisdiction. Not interested in what happened one town over. That is universally true, by virtue of his position as a town cop. Therefore he is the one person in law enforcement perfectly unsuited to dealing with a hit. Therefore he is the one person you will always be refered to.

Other than that, reactions vary. Sometimes he’ll scratch his head and say, “Gee I don’t have anything for that. Really you need to call the FBI.” Other times he’ll yell at you, as if he has caught you speeding, to try to talk some sense into you. It depends on whether he feels threatened. The less he feels threatened, the more he doesn’t understand what’s going on. So he’s either useless by way of incompetence or complicity.

Usually people don’t want, in talking to police, to name names. That’s because they want to be safe. They’re hoping the customer will forgive them. In my case, I hoped for a year the Cambodians would forgive me. After a year I was told I was forgiven. But it turned out that was just the family of the young man I insulted. He himself still resented me.

Then I hoped he’d forgive me for another year. I made it through that year too. Then the hit was off awhile, and now it’s back on.

I do not know if now if it’s the young man again, or the businessmen have decided I know too much about their operations and I am a threat. Keep in mind that the businessmen, by the end of a standard six-month contract, have invested a great deal of money in bribes and maintaining surveillance, in flagging your ID and perhaps even tampering with your passport record. So they are hostile to any attempt you may make to make peace with the customer, and are likely to address themselves to any middlemen you may try to recruit.

This is another reason law enforcement never gets off its ass when it comes to murder for hire. If they were to, it would be a pretty sweet deal: they give you a new social security number and two whole years of government security — *if* you’re able to turn state’s witness, which means that you can give testimony to a crime. But if you’re just little people who the great people of society have decided to kill, and if you don’t want to make trouble by naming names, there’s nothing the FBI can do. As one FBI agent told me, “Sir, we’re the FBI. We investigate crimes. If we *protected people* we’d be at it all day.”

Now it is wrong to think that this is dysfunctional. It is not dysfunctional It is designed to allow rich people to kill little people.

One time I heard a woman on her cell on a greyhound bus, a couple seats behind me, say, “So now we’re going to kill this tall redheaded guy…” And everyone kind of froze to see what I’d do. That’s what you have to understand. It’s a team effort. And it works because all anyone needs is plausible deniability, and the press cooperates, because the press has a soft policy of only reporting what police say about unsolved violent crimes.

Published in: on March 31, 2011 at 12:02 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Conract killing (“a paper” is a contract these days)

[feel free to copy and cross-post this]

My name is Conrad Cook. I have had a high-power hit on me for two years, and it’s a miracle I’m still alive. I come from a middle-class family. I have a B.A. in philosophy, and I have lead a pretty quiet life, up until two years ago. It is entirely unreasonable that I would have a hit on me, and I object to it. But the thing for you to realize is that the people who do this kind of thing kill little people all the time. It’s entertainment to them. They get off on it.

They see themselves as the masters of mankind. As kings; as a different species maybe. They’re not any different than you or me — they’re just more vicious. And they enjoy killing.

I’ll tell you a little about how a hit works, from what I’ve been able to put together from being on the wrong end of one for two years.

First you have the customer. The customer is the guy who wants you killed. In my case, the customer is the son of a rich Cambodian family, who I insulted by mistake while I was in Cambodia. I shouted “in his face” — there was actually a good distance between us — because I was turning a corner while he was walking out a doorway, and someone was hassling me to buy drugs who I wanted to brush off. I’ll tell that story in a moment.

Besides the customer, there is the target, the victim, the cunt. This is how it is understood by the people of this world. It is very important to understand that these people have a different mental vocabulary than the rest of us, who live in the world of honest work and think of hit men in terms of John Cusak movies. Either you’re the guy who pulls the trigger, or you’re a cunt, and if you’re a cunt that means you’re the one who gets killed.

In addition to this — and this is the part nobody gets right — you have everyone else. Everyone else is the businessman who the customer hires to make the hit happen, the surveillence team he hires to find you, the local thug who they hire to be a trigger man, the network of upper-class businessmen who set up the crime, the network of street thugs, who might or might not be part of a gang, but have a gang mentality, and who spread the word among themselves, so everyone can enjoy the show, the police who are alerted beforehand so they don’t turn up any evidence that might embarrass a no-leads-sorry investigation, the police who are recruited (sometimes) to help make it happen, the lawyers and such in government who are carefully warned off, and quite a lot of innocent bystanders.

Innocent bystanders can be made useful to the hit through the use of a recruited policeman, who might show a badge and ask questions about the movements of the victim. In some cases they might show a badge and say they are “authorized to compensate you” for your services to the state, and give you some small but non-trivial amount of money. Think it through:
If a cop starts asking you questions about some stranger who has shown up recently, and wants your cooperation setting up surveillance, are you going to ask them questions about what’s going on? Because if you do, it won’t matter. You’ll be told, “That’s not your business.” They are, after all, cops.

And this is common. I met a woman who told me that some guy who was a director in the Department of Homeland Security had put a hit on her, and her story matched mine in terms of the general outline. The system is utterly corrupt. Even good police who got into the job for good reasons will not stand up to people who intend to kill them for non-compliance. Or if they do they get killed. There was a Maine police chief in Fall of 2010 who was found in a motel room, dead of a single gunshot wound to the head. Police weren’t answering any questions until a day later, when they said it was a suicide, and they knew it was because he’d left a suicide note.

This is the real motive behind the biometric IDs, in my opinion. It has nothing to do with catching terrorists. It’s so the rich who have a mind to can use the law enforcement system to track down and kill our own citizens.

I was lucky to figure this out pretty quickly, and I figured it out because a Cambodian hit man was too comfortable in the idea I wouldn’t understand his language, and mentioned a name in my hearing. That name was Wade Boston’s — he’s the head of security at the U.S. Embassy. I had just moments before gotten word to him asking for Embassy help, and moments later one of the killers got word on his phone and told something to the other one, that included Mr. Boston’s name.

When I got back home, I phoned a report of this to Diplomatic Security.  It was a useless call. (more…)

Published in: on March 28, 2011 at 12:01 pm  Leave a Comment  
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A hypnotist re: The feminist who tells women to settle.

A peculiar newsworthy item, which I will write about with the understanding that this blog post is not aimed at any of my unmarried female friends, or divorced friends, or anybody at all.  The topic, the culture around mate selection strategies, interests me.

This woman writer, who wasn’t on my radar before, but who I’ve probably heard on NPR, has a book out that advises single women who hit 30 to settle.  Marry Him:  The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough, by  Lori Gottlieb.

More interestingly, she has a gruesome-funny blog article, quite catty, arguing against a rival author.  This rival apparently contacted her saying, hey, we wrote similarly-themed books; take a look at mine; she said, no thanks; Rival Author wrote Slandarous Lies about her book on Rival Blog; and drama drama drama.

But there’s a hole in her thinking that I find disconcerting. (more…)

Published in: Uncategorized on February 6, 2010 at 2:57 pm  Comments (9)  
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Instant Message exchange with a Khmer girl…

I lost and recovered my old cell phone — there was this whole mini-drama.  I might tell that story sometime.

But the phone clerk who sold me the new phone is very cute, and we’ve been talking.  She invited me to some mountain with her friends, which I know from my students is a favorite Khmer picnic spot.  I’m not sure of the details, as her English is a bit spotty and my Khmer is nascent.

Our IM conversation today:

(more…)

Published in: on February 4, 2010 at 12:16 pm  Comments (2)  
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Learn Khmer Online: Another Free Cambodian Language PDF

http://pratyeka.org/csw/

This is like the Cambodian FSI course in format.  Unfortunately, I’m not finding the mp3s anywhere online.  The author has a web page here:

http://spokencambodian.110mb.com/

–where he explains the whole thing is free, and where he has put apparently just the first few lessons online.  But these he has considerably modernized.

He mentions that the mp3s are online, but I haven’t found them.  If you know where they are, post a comment!

This same guy also has an ebook for cheap where he talks about tooling around Asia on a motorcycle when he was 28.  It’s called “Monks and Motorcycles.”  Sounds like a groove:

http://www.lulu.com/product/e-book/monks-and-motorcycles/5751642

–I figure, if he’s going to put his “Modern Spoken Cambodian” course into the public domain and online, then I can give him some free advertising.  Franklin E. Huffman, here’s to you.

Published in: on January 25, 2010 at 5:03 pm  Comments (2)  
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It’s Amazing!

The most wonderful thing in the Universe happened today.

Music and video in Cambodia are pirated.  It’s the only way to get anything.  (And it’s not much cheaper than Blockbuster.)  I came back too early for my order to be ready, and while I was waiting a girl walked by, looked in, lingered, and walked on.

So, I caught up with her, and said, “Excuse me.  I have five minutes before my discs are ready.  I wonder if you’d like to have a beer?”

She said, “Uhhh–”  Looked me over, I guess decided I wasn’t scary, and said, “Sure.”  She was German.

So found a bar and we were chatting.  And the waiter-host who was running the bar interrupted us.  He asked Alex, the girl, “Excuse me.  Have I seen you before?  Have we met?”

She said, “I don’t know.  Maybe.  But today is my first day here.”

“Oh,” he said:  “Then maybe not…  Foreigners all look the same.”

Published in: on January 15, 2010 at 11:53 am  Comments (1)  
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Loving thy neighbor

Well, I went to church today.  Not something I normally do, but I’m looking for people who (a) speak English, and (b) aren’t here for the drugs and hookers.

Christians are kind of weird, and especially these guys. 

I also paid my rent today.  I gave it to the Grandma who appears to run the joint.  I wanted her to sign a receipt in my notebook.  She didn’t understand, and the 20-something girl with her didn’t understand either.  She went to get another girl, who was probably 17 or so.

She came out in her PJs.  I explained I wanted a signature.  She looked it over, explained it in Khmer to the other two, and after much nodding and chatter, signed it.  Then, after a discussion with Grandma, she asked me, “Do you want to come to my room?”

I smiled and said it was okay.  She walked away without another word.  (Hey, sorry.)  Then the other girl offered me a ride to town on her motorbike, which I pretended not to understand; I don’t know why.  I think at that point I was just trying to be consistent.

Published in: Uncategorized on January 10, 2010 at 2:56 pm  Leave a Comment  
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The Shocking News About Cambodian Hookers

From the stats that the blog software gives me, a surprising number of people are coming to my page looking for information on Cambodian hookers.  And particularly it seems there was a news story that people are curious about.

The news story was about a Westerner who was stabbed by a hooker.  Thoughts on that further on — see ‘the shocking news’ subhead.

So, the general information:  For Westerners, a night with a girl costs around $20.  For locals, it seems it’s around $5.  In some areas, probably less.  I was woken up late at night in the place where I used to live by a last-minute negotiation between a john and a hooker at the next door down.  She wanted $50.  He was saying, “No…  not fifty dollars.  I don’t know, I mean, you spent all night telling me you’re not that kind of girl, and now you want fifty dollars…”

Basic Misunderstandings

The primary thing to come to terms with as a john is that she’s not dealing with you because she likes you:  she’s dealing with you because she wants the money.  This is a basic understanding, but some men seem to have a lot of trouble with it.  For example: (more…)

Published in: on January 6, 2010 at 1:36 pm  Comments (5)  
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View from Home & a Question for Techno-Geeks…

This is where I live; the view out the hallway window.

A quick and unrelated question for the techno-geeks out there:  I have a suspicion that the folks at the Wi-Fi cafe where I login are accessing my computer; or trying to.  I have a lot of small reasons for this; for example, I got back one day and found Windows was asking for specifications for the second monitor. 

And just today, I had something funky happen with windows being moved and resized on me, and focus being shifted back to my browser, until I hit the switch to kill the Wi-Fi.  At which point it stopped.

I’m using the out-of-the-box Windows Vista security, plus AVG for viruses.  Any ideas?  Is there a good free firewall you’d recommend?

Published in: Uncategorized on December 31, 2009 at 2:29 pm  Comments (2)  
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A No-Frills Pictures of Cambodia Post

Some vendors at their carts.  They push these out in the morning and home at night.  Those rag-ropes tying the handles together allow them to push with their bellies.

The park where the vendors work.  I’ve no idea of the park’s function or dedication. (more…)

Published in: on December 30, 2009 at 11:30 am  Leave a Comment  
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