OCSD saw computer wizzes as threat to Unisys big company main frame domination, Internet, and need to silence whistle blowers
To Rose Johnson, Unisys secretary,
Did you know Bill Carns well, the August, 1985 Mission Viejo victim (along with girlfriend, working at Unisys human resources building just down the street from my house in El Toro/Lake Forest) of Richard Ramirez, the Night Stalker? I talked to Bill twice for the first time since 1984 and he has good long term memory, but very bad short term memory after being shot in the head three times.
I worked at Burroughs for 3 weeks in August of 1984 (you and I waved at each other) on day shift, Fred on nightshift, and Lorraine was there. I worked for Ohio corporate office and was a spy trying to record fish bowl (the room in the front of the building with about 10 computers, the only programmable computers in a company) activity, consisting of mostly electrical technicians and electrical engineers, seemingly no physicists or computer scientists like me. Helpmates workers, so I was told, were rare. The guy who built the computers, according to Ohio, was from England, scared all the time, and made many denials about knowledge of those machines even though he had one in his office.
Corporate told me to simply communicate by telnet on one of two machines (the captain’s chair, the “Gilligan’s” chair was to my left and to be hands off to anyone but me) and report all computer activity by what employees who often gave me the evil eye. They were the only machines in the company that had Internet access. Although I worked for Helpmates, Ohio Unisys corporate wanted me to be permanent, and I agreed as I was going to move my late September class schedule to nights. The book “1984” was more popular than the year that year, and because of the famous Super Bowl commercial, Raiders versus Redskins, January, 1984, where the Mac was introduced by Apple (“1984” doesn’t have to be like “1984”) it got a lot worse. IBM (International Business Machines, where Tweeter’s father-in-law worked at, along with a lot of refugees I had to work with) abandoned most of their business machines to compete heavily in the PC market with the Z90 microprocessor to 8088, 8086, 286, etc. because of Apple taking away market share in the home computer market with the Mac. Unisys saw an opportunity to corner the Internet/business-computer-market well before the world wide web was commercialized in 1991 because of Tim Lee and new people like Bill and I, pre-Internet experts, were a threat because of our knowledge and the element that wants to work at home and not for big businesses, taking away market share, working for main frame people like Unisys. Even Google and Facebook do highly illegal things to dominate the world with their main frames in Mountain View, CA.
When Bill, after three weeks, was the only guy who sat down in the only other Internet chair-computer combination in the fish bowl, and started typing away, I said, “You can’t do that, you’re out of here”, and he immediately left the room without saying anything. His boss, a short, Middle-Eastern-looking guy returned and said, “Jim, we need access to this computer”. I said, “Okay, then I have to contact corporate and find out what to do”. I called corporate by phone in Ohio (most our exchanges were done by telnet chatting) and the boss said, “How tall is this manager” and I said “About 5 feet 6 inches”, and the boss said, “Well, we will send someone down there taller to stomp on him”. I was laid off the next day. Bill then spent the better part of a year to use the fish bowl to communicate (telnet, using it like PC Anywhere or Team Viewer) to change the voltage on foreign Unisys computers that worked fine in the US, not overseas, as most countries had unstable 220 VAC power plants with no surge protectors. There was an attempt to kill him in August of 1985, a year before 9-11, cell phones, and GPS. He was a DePaul graduate and one of their brightest workers. There were several attempts to kill me as well over the years.
The night stalker (Ramirez) already had a criminal record going back to El Paso, Texas, in the 1970’s with his finger prints and mugshot. His finger prints were all over all the crime scenes in California going back to the killing of an 8-year-old girl in San Francisco in June of 1984. The national database for finger prints and mugshots combined dates back to 1970’s and is standard practice for all police checks. His protocol was to enter houses, mostly in poor neighborhoods, with a high criminal to cop ratio, that had no porch lights on and unlocked doors. With Bill in Mission Viejo, porch light on, all doors locked, Ramirez jimmied a slightly open window at 3 AM in the morning in the bedroom as it was hot and there was a cool breeze coming from the west, but very much out of protocol with the other Night Stalker attacks. The police (Orange County Sheriff’s Department) lied in the report when they said Ramirez cut the phone wires outside the house. The Mission Viejo company decided in 1968 to create tract homes with a trash bill and CCR contracts that take away a lot of freedom, including the ability to paint your house a non-Spanish theme, with lock boxes on the fuse boxes, and all the phone wires were placed under ground. Bill is from Montana, like Neil Fisher, who said even in Montana where Bill started as an electrician in the early eighties he would put phone wires under ground. Even Neil complained about no telephone wires in Mission Viejo, quit, and returned later looking for a job. There was a shoe print left in the mud of the flower garden where a female reporter point it out to police that matched Ramirez’ shoes, her boss tried to fire her for working with police and other reporters at staff. He then stole a nearby car. But how did he get to the crime scene if he previously had no car? The police lied and said they never know who he was until there were prints found on the abandoned car. Bill even said they collected Ramirez’ prints from a beige wall in the house that has fresh paint and prints, and got mad when he was in the hospital and they painted the walls without his permission to a different color when he returned about 6 months later. The gun has no silencer after three shots and his girl friend was screaming, so there probably was an attempt by neighbors to call the police, but they never came until a neighbor was confronted by the naked girl friend and they reported his stolen car. If Ramirez has to steal a car to leave, how does he get there? That is when, late 1985, they were finally willing to release his mug shot claiming he was “elusive” before, but not true. The police in many famous cases aid and abet crime, and knew about his whereabouts since the June 1984 murder of an 8-year-old in San Francisco.
My step father, Edward James Anderson, a cop, has committed all kinds of illegal activities that even Eric and Kevin Holder can tell you about with drunken irate scenes at Gilhoulli’s Restaurant of May Company, Mission Viejo. Kevin lost his job for reporting Sheriff Department’s attempt to force serving alcohol after hours to top May Company manager, friend of Anderson. I met him in 1977, where he an my mother committed adultery before she was legally separated. He was a realtor, not deputized until 1980. The Sheriff, Brad Gates, kept giving me strange looks at the graduation ceremony. He actually staked out my family well before the 1977 meeting as a realtor who used to be the only civilians with access to Big Brother technology other than lawyers. My real dad was a highly successful room addition and re-modeling contractor until the Mission Viejo “cartel” made it impossible for him to work by denying him contracts. That’s how I learned that only the phone company could access the phone lines or phone box, as he could not even access his own phone box and hire his own electricians like in Fountain Valley where we started. Anderson claimed in 1977 my father took a crowbar to his car’s front windshield. My father had an alibi from two workers at a restaurant that placed him there during the crime.
My step father tried to frame me for fraud mail and attempted murder, claiming I tried to poison him with rat poison. We did have a rat problem and I placed mouse traps and rat poisoning underneath my bed the summer of 1982. He claimed in October, 3 months later, it was in my car, which is not true, with beverages, and concocted a plan to blame me for a murder attempt. The Sheriff never pressed charges because they knew evidence was planted. He used forged document’s to steal my grandfather’s house in 1984. Court fraud, verifying not only are elections rigged but court decisions are rigged by police, lawyers, and judges, is how I started the Saint Valentine’s Mai Lai of 2021. Anderson wrecked his Porshe while driving drunk in 1982, did not report the accident to the DMV. He later stole my inheritance money. My grandmother had a wealthy father and she too lost everything to step parents when her parents died in the early 1960’s.