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Date: Mon, 23 Jan 1995 22:07:53 UTC
Subject: Set-up of sysop - data
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Dear Readers,

        This is a serious matter and I do not make the below post lightly.

        I have the name and phone number of the victim in the matter with
Tom Klemesrud.  I will not post these, as I feel that would be violation of
her privacy before the matter has come out properly on police channels.
But due to the relevance and implications to this newsgroup I am posting the
below, and without ANY of my own comments.  <biting my tounge - HARD>

        However, just to show I am not faking, I will e-mail the specific
name and phone number privately to Vega, who has proven him/herself to be 
one of the most trustworthy and fair members of this newsgroup.

        Rod, I am going to need more time on the FAQ answers -- I've been
a little busy recently!

        Below are the victim's statements:

> LINDA W. interview :
>
>         She first met Klemesrud at the Cinnamon Cinder on Saturday, 
>    the night of the incident.  She took a taxi there as she doesn't 
>    drive.  She was wearing levis and a bulky sweater. 
>
>         When she arrived at the bar, Klemesrud was already there.  He 
>    struck up a conversation with her.  They started talking and were 
>    like "psychic friends." She was drinking vodka and he was drinking 
>    heavily as well.
>
>         He said let's go to the lounge where my friends are.  The 
>    bar was a country & western bar.  She had a puppy puppet which she 
>    left at the bar.  
>
>         After spending about 3 1/4 hours at the bar they got into a 
>    taxi (the bartender, Jack, called a cab). 
>
>         They went to another bar in the corner strip mall, a clean 
>    and classy bar.
>
>         Klemesrud seemed to know the bartender there really well, he 
>    was about 50. 
>
>         When Klemesrud was ready to go, he said "Let's go, ride with 
>    me in a taxi to my place so I get home okay." The bartender asked 
>    her to help him get home (she was planning to take the same taxi 
>    home). 
>
>         The taxi driver arrived.  Klemesrud got into a verbal fight 
>    with the driver. 
>
>         When they arrived at Klemesrud's home, he asked her to come 
>    up to make sure he got in okay.  It was a nice place.
>
>         They went up to his apartment.
>
>         There were a lot of computers there.  He said, "look at this, 
>    this is the Internet." 
>
>         She has a guitar and Klemesrud had a guitar at home.  He 
>    asked if she played the guitar. 
>
>         She'd had a rectal bleeding problem bad for about a year, but 
>    had never seen a doctor for this.  She hemmoraged when she was 
>    under stress and drank a lot.  She had to go to the bathroom every 
>    10 minutes when she drank beer, a lot of alcohol. 
>
>         When they got inside, she was bleeding badly.  She told him 
>    about her problem.  Her pants were soaked.  She went into the 
>    bathroom and took her pants and panties off, they were soaked, and 
>    put a towel around her.  She was walking around. 
>
>         Klemesrud talked about the Internet and said he worked with 
>    kids on the Internet.  He asked her if she believed he worked with 
>    kids.  She was fond of kids and thought he must be okay. 
>
>         Klemesrud said, "I want to show you something." He got a 10 
>    gauge shotgun.  He had already seen the blood at this point. 
>
>         Klemesrud starts saying, "I know you're from the CIA." She 
>    said, "I'm from the CIA???" 
>
>         Klemesrud said, "You cannot go to the bathroom, you're from 
>    the CIA.  You'll cut your wrists, I know it." 
>
>         Klemesrud told her that if she didn't fuck him, she would 
>    never leave the place alive.  
>
>         She said that Klemesrud scared the hell out of her and held a 
>    gun to her head.  He said, "I can kill you right now but maybe I 
>    won't bother - I can kill myself." 
>
>         She said she was so scared she couldn't see straight, she was 
>    terrified.   She talked him down a lot [[calmed?]].
>
>         Klemesrud said, "I know the Church of Scientology and I know 
>    they send people out."  She didn't know what he was talking about.  
>    She had heard of the C of S but had never been in such a Church.  
>
>         Klemesrud said, "Look at this, I can do anything that I want. 
>    I can call the Church and say you're from the CIA.  Do you think I 
>    should kill you?  Watch this, maybe I'll kill myself." 
>
>         He threatened to hit her and did shoved her around.  He wouldn't 
>    let her go to the bathroom unless he watched her. 
>
>         Klemesrud kept calling the C of S on the phone and saying, "I 
>    have someone here who is "in condition" [[sic]] and I don't want anymore 
>    of these people coming here."   He repeatedly did this.  She 
>    thought he was nuts. 
>
>         She got to the phone and dialed 911.  Klemesrud hung up and 
>    she called 911 again.  This time she got through and told the 911 
>    operator, "I've got a guy here has a shotgun.  You'd better send 
>    someone over here.  He may kill himself." 
>
>         When the police came, they said she could put her pants on, 
>    although they were full of blood.   
>
>         Klemesrud told the officers, "I cut myself."  She said no way, 
>    he was lying. 
>
>         When asked how the blood got all over the apartment, she said 
>    that he pushed her all around the place.  He never tried to rape 
>    her.