Corruption and Murder - or - How Henry Rollins Made Me Cry Today

I have been forever scarred by a murder in my life.  Sometimes I can talk about it, sometimes I cannot bear to say a word on the subject.

Today, at this moment, I find I cannot bear to relive the circumstances.  Perhaps I will feel differently sometime soon and enhance this post.  For now, I will allow other websites to tell my story.

A quick background is necessary, however.  My husband was murdered in a triple homicide, in a farmhouse belonging to his good friend (that friend died with him), in Preble County, Ohio, in 1987.  I was 1000 miles away with my children at my parent's home - we were spared our lives.  The subsequent investigation was the most confusing and bungled piece of work I have ever heard of. 

I am a city girl, and I live at the base of the magnificent Rocky Mountains.  The customs and ways of a small rural county in the farming state of Ohio was a galaxy away from anything I had ever known.  However, an investigation is an investigation, and things were just not adding up.  The triple homicide remained open as an unsolved crime. 

Years later, when our youngest daughter was immersed in journalism classes in college (she was one-year-old when her father died), she decided she was going to make some inquiries into the death of her father.  She discovered a local online community forum in  Preble County by doing an internet search, and promptly submitted a post stating that she was the child of one of the "Triple Victims" and would appreciate any information anyone might have. 

Hells Bells!  I can literally hear in my mind the Bell of Doom begin it's toll in the ACDC classic when I think of the moment that my darling daughter submitted that post.  It changed our lives forever, and I have yet to determine if it was for the better or worse.

Not only did Preble County citizens have information on the triple homicide, but they had information on at least five other deaths in the area.  And they ALL were widely believed to have been perpetrated by a Good Ole Boy network including county judges, prosecutors, investigators, sheriffs and more.  Perhaps half of the members of that online community forum shamelessly berated all members of the families of the deceased when they tried to pursue the requests for information in all of the other various cases of that area, claiming they were all Conspiracy Theorists.  Most terrifying of all, were citizens from far and wide that secretly provided horrible and incredible hard evidence that in fact the Good Ole Boy rumors were true.  There was even a Citizen's Task Force that had tried to amass an incredible amount of evidence and find safety in numbers.  Problem is, much of that original GOB network is still in service in that same county today.  Threats of harm and worse were received from the very officials that were accused

And so, this led to the families corresponding with each other and sharing information.  One family had successfully sued in federal court for official wrongdoing.  We were dealing with terrifying truths, hard evidence, but also some wild accusations.  Some families were getting more vocal and desperate than the others, which led to doubt of credibility toward us all. 

We then decided this information and body of evidence was too much for private citizens to handle, and we individually as well as collectively took what we had to the Department of Justice by way of the FBI.  I'll be damned, we approached these agencies the very year that the DOJ was in hearings for mismanagement.  Doubt of our claims having ever been read were confirmed by the large packets that were returned to us in the perfect order and shipping sequence that we had sent them.  With DOJ you pretty much have to be accepted the first time, it has to be under a whole new premise or with new undeniable evidence to have a chance at reconsideration.

The whole thing was exhausting.  It was sure something to see the members of the Good Ole Boy network sweat, though.  There was an incredible scuffle of removing paperwork and relocating evidence, all the while their actions being reported to us by insiders at the courthouse and administrative offices. 

They are guilty as hell and I suppose I shall have to accept what I personally now know as my own form of closure.  And I no doubt now have a file on myself with the FBI - if I didn't already have one before.  It's that biker associations thing, I'm sure. 

Three particular websites pretty much encompass the total of the cases there.  Please, PLEASE visit these sites.  We may be losing sight of hope, but I also try NEVER say never.

murder, Murder, MURDER in Preble County

What The Heck Is Going On In Preble County

Clear Billy Scott

Rest In Peace Donnie, Dave, Melinda, Lesa, Clayton, Woody, James, Gail, and the many others.  God Speed to Billy.

And how, might you ask, has Henry Rollins made me cry today? - as indicated in the second alternative of the title of this post...

Well, Henry Rollins has become my latest (and most out of control in quite a while) obsession.  And I mean OBSESSION.  But much, much more about Him in a soon-to-be-created future post.  This guy has my utter and full attention.  I am well into microscopically pouring over every single one of the 647,000 Google links they have on this punk rocker extraordinaire.  As you will soon read about, I have spent a shameful amount of hours dumbfounded as I watch the incredible amount of YouTube video on this guy.  I have literally lost days and days of my life discovering the wonder that is Henry.  He knocks my socks off.  Even I feel on the verge of speechlessness when I think of even beginning to write about him.

But today I have discovered a certain video in particular, and I have found it just as I prepared to write this current post on the death of a soulmate.  This just throws yet another aspect of Him at my already overwhelmed-by-Henry-Rollins fragile psyche. 

I have never, ever heard anyone so concisely put into words the depth of the loss of a beloved soul.  He makes my heart break for him, and for me, and for us all.  He has dared to put to word that which I have been too pained to ever consider vocalizing.  He makes me feel ashamed for not acknowleding that there ARE others out there who have experienced the searing pain of the loss of a half of one's self as I have, as many have.  I am not so alone, afterall... I have selfishly focused on my own despair, when I should have been reaching out to others who may be needing a hand to hold on to during their own new introduction to that same despair.  Henry Rollins makes me want to be a better person.  What the hell is up with that?  Who IS this guy?!?

Henry, you have gifted Joe Cole's memory with the highest of honor.  You keep a part of him alive as you keep him fresh in your memory and ours.  You have invited us to care about him and love him, too.  You are a true friend and most wondrous brother.  I am deeply sorry for the unbearable pain you will always carry with you.  And Henry, you rock!

Fess up...did Henry Rollins make YOU cry today, too?

No blah, blah, blah here.

Nevertheless, I shall...

Rock on.

Jay Dobyns Is A Criminal - or - Why The ATF Will Not Back One Of Their Own

Study this face.  Learn it.  A lowlife is nothing more than a lowlife, but a bad cop is the worst of all.  And I, especially, hate bad cops.  More about that in a later post.  Above is a lowlife, and below is a bad cop.  Or vice-versa.  Please meet Mr. Jay Dobyns.  Also known as JayBird the Babe ("In the biker world, I was a catch," he writes.)   Self-professed hero, widely-known f**k up (forgive me Daddy for resorting to weak language when surely there are words I could better use - but this one time I really doubt it). 

Perhaps it would be best to allow the internet itself to explain his worthlessness.  This is a troubled man and I am sorrowful for his family that he has time and again put in danger.  Read on...

Bits and pieces from Wikipedia (which I have no doubt that JayBird authored himself, for there is far more information out there on this guy than the hero-worshipping prose found on the page at Wikipedia...)

Wikipedia: Jay Dobyns

Jay Anthony Dobyns (born 1961), alias Jaybird, is a United States Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF) undercover agent who infiltrated the Hells Angels motorcycle club from 2001 to 2003. He was offered membership into the gang after faking the murder of a rival Mongols Motorcycle Club member and providing 'evidence' of the staged murder to Hells Angels leaders.


Dobyns became an ATF Agent in 1987. After only four days on duty he was taken hostage and shot through the chest.  (No shit!, say it ain't so!!!  Love it.)

Dobyns spent the majority of his ATF career working in varied undercover assignments within the U.S. developing undercover expertise in violent crime investigation, narcotics, firearms, gang infiltrations, home invasion robbery cases, and murder-for-hire investigations.

And so on and so on.  But then...a ripple on the world wide web that perhaps suggests there is more to the man than what he would have you believe.

From a site I have come to grow quite fond of (and greatly admire for it's literary thought and style)...
The Aging Rebel: No Angel
The new and improved America has no shame. Shame, to paraphrase a T.S. Eliot character, is now nothing but an obsolete response.



And, although this is still only February, the obvious winner of the Shameless Jackass of the Year Award for 2009 can already be named. We need look no further. Jay Dobyns is clearly a more shameless, self-dramatizing barrel of hogwash than either Bernie Madoff or the OctoMom.

And there is oh, so much more...

Dobyns Won’t Shut Up


No Angel: My Harrowing Undercover Journey To The Inner Circle Of The Hells Angels, published last week by Crown Books, is the fourth retelling of Jay Dobyns’ role in the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives’ (ATF) “Operation Black Biscuit.” The idea of Black Biscuit was to catch various members of the Hells Angels Motorcycle Club breaking the law.

And, naïve people, who mostly know the world from tasting and sniffing various flavors of Tha Newz, probably think that catching the Angels breaking the law is sort of like catching ducks in the act of quacking. But, Black Biscuit proved that not to be so.


So, people with their minds still stuck in the old, unimproved America might think that Dobyns’ many interesting adventures merit, like at the most…what… maybe just one book?


But, fact! Former ATF Agent Dobyns just won’t shut up! At least not until he gets his million dollars, or his ten million dollars, or whatever the going rate is for being a celebrity hero these days.

The above beloved Rebel is not going to give old Jay a break.  Go to the link to read the whole story, then browse the site for more sightings of the Bird scattered here and there.

And most certainly, the web provides much, much more...

Concerning a more recent incident, from BikerNews.org...
ATF Agent Jay Dobyns Says Feds "Abandoned" Him in Tucson House Fire Investigation
An undercover agent who infiltrated the Arizona Hells Angels basically called his federal superiors cowards this morning on NPR for not doing more to find out who burned down his Phoenix home last year.



Jay Dobyns, a University of Arizona grad who has been promoting his recently released book about his experiences, told Diane Rehm that while the U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives bills itself as the agency that deals with extreme violence, its agents have no interest in protecting their own. Still worried about the very real possibility that gangbangers will kill him or his family, Dobyns is also suing the federal government for $4 million.


The 23-year veteran agent was under federal protection, moving from place to place to avoid become a hitman's victim, when he tried to settle in a home in northwest Tucson. Last August, someone set fire to the back patio. The home burned to the ground, he told Rehm. (An Arizona Republic article from last year says the blaze consumed the rear of the home and caused $30,000 in damage). Dobyns, his wife and children got out safely.


The ATF dropped the ball on the fire investigation, Dobyns says, allowing someone to get away with trying to hurt him.

But then, just when it is already interesting enough...yet another twist in the arson event...

Once again from our beloved Rebel:
The Aging Rebel: Today in Jay Dobyns' World
Dobyns sued the ATF in 2006 and settled in September, 2007. But, then the ATF was late on its payments and subjected Dobyns to “internal affairs investigations … on over eleven different occasions.” So three months ago Dobyns sued the ATF again.



There was also a fire on Dobyns’ back porch last year that caused either $30,000 or $300,000 in damage to his home. Dobyns blames the fire on a Hells Angels assassin. Some law enforcement officials have accused Dobyns of setting the fire himself.


Dobyns, in turn, has countered by accusing the ATF of trying to kill him, by willfully and intentionally failing “to assess, react to, investigate and/or protect Dobyns and (his) family from credible threats of death and violence.”


I happen to have personal knowledge of some underhanded and quite illegal maneuvers Mr. Dobyns pulled while working undercover on the Sons of Silence investigation.  I have been assured by the very brother that Dobyns tried to set up that the federal court judge was on to old Jay, and proceeded accordingly with the trial at hand.

If you want to be a cop, then be a cop.  If you want to be a criminal, then be a criminal.  But be who you are.  Cops who are in reality criminals are the bottom of the barrel - they are lower than the scum I wipe off the bottom of my boot.

Blah, blah, blah.

Therefore, I shall...

Rock on.