New Adam Lanza Photo Posted on 4Chan - boards.4chan.org ?

Circulating the internet from unverified sources is a screen shot of what appears to be a thread posted to 4chan yesterday.  The anonymous poster claims they played starfighter with Adam Lanza and the photo is a capture of the Sandy Hook shooter.

The OP also indicates they typed "Soon.." on it just to mess with Adam.

The obvious questions come to mind such as: why did the OP wait until May 13, 2014 to post his surprise revelation?  I was unable to locate the original thread or a Cache! of the thread.

The photo is a very close match to the shooter and there have been numerous reports that Adam Lanza played Star Craft.

Interestingly, this is not the first time we have heard Adam Lanza's name in connection with .4chan's message board.  Soon after the event, an anonymous post made on 4chan made it's way through news websites and blogs. It read:

“I’m going to kill myself on Friday and it will make the news. be watching at 9:00 am.”
“I live in Connecticut, that’s as much as I’ll say.”

This anonymous post was confirmed in the Connecticut Final Report; however, it was never determined that Adam Lanza made the post.

This one is unconfirmed; however, it was compelling enough to mention and keep a record of here in my research blog.

If anyone gets any info on this, please pass it along.

Original Post from 12/12/14:

 

State Police Mention of this in the report:

Noah Pozner Death Certificate Released

Lenny Pozner has released Noah Pozner's Death Certificate.

For those reasonable people with doubt, these official government documents should be a wake up call at the horrific tragedy suffered by the Pozner family.

Noah Pozner, Lenny's 6 year old son was killed in Sandy Hook Elementary School on December 14, 2012.  According to the Death Certificate, he died from Multiple Gun Shot Wounds.

Other documents Lenny has released include the Noah's Birth Certificate, and his two page Kindergarten Report Card from Sandy Hook Elementary School, which bear out the fact that Noah was a wonderful and smart child.  Lenny Pozner has also released the medical examiners report.

Please see my related post: Lenny Pozner Setting the Record Straight and get an idea of what this nightmare has been like for this family.

Organized Cyber Stalking of Sandy Hook Hoax Victims

A major concern of mine is the increased Cyber Stalking of Newtown families by Sandy Hoaxers.

The hoaxers are become more organized and brazen in their efforts as they organize behind Wolfgang Halbig.

I reviewed a copy of the now "Secret" meeting held by Sandy Hook Hoax and Sandy Hook Justice. This "post-Newtown meeting" contained the audio I posted before where it appears Thomas Lapp discusses his company support, including "CEO Chris", for Sandy Hook Justice's activities.  More on this soon as that is a rapidly developing investigation.

I further discovered that Tony Mead and Thomas Lapp are actively engaged in the Cyber Stalking of a mother of a child survivor of the Sandy Hook Elementary School Shooting.

The leaders discussed her private information in an open online forum and they verbally or their followers to "Dig Dig Dig" into her further.

This collateral victim apparently made the mistake of being decent enough to be willing to talk to Sandy Hook Hoaxers Tony Mead and answer his questions.  This is how they pay her for that courtesy. 

Wolfgang Halbig actively pursuing the Identity of Sandy Hook Super Bowl Choir

Wolfgang Halbig is actively pursuing the identities of the minor children that comprise the chorus from Sandy Hook Elementary School; the 26 children who sang at the 2013 Super Bowl.

On the off chance you have been living under a rock and don't know, Hoaxers allege these children are the children who died at Sandy Hook in 2012; declaring the children to be alive. The fact the 26 children look nothing like the 20 children who were murdered and the fact the Super Bowl singers are much older than age six or seven, the age of the victims, does not deter them in the least.

Halbig himself has mentioned the Super Bowl theories, live on air.  This is not about logic with them; that is why they are dangerous. 

The pursuit of the identities of living minor children, so he can publish this information to his fellow hoaxers is predatory and sick behavior.   Wolfgang Halbig has retained Carson City, Nevada Attorney Day Williams in a desperate attempt to make a formal attempt get the minor children's identities from the National Football League.  That is beyond the pale and sick.

We all believe in the first Amendment, but is there a limit to the madness we must tolerate from the likes of Sandy Hook Conspiracy Theorist like Wolfgang Halbig? I think that limit is crossed with Cyber Stalking of the identities young minor children.

When it comes to protecting these children from the likes of Wolfgang Halbig and his predatory followers, that line has now been crossed, in this writers opinion.  Nearly every day, and sometimes several times a day, Halbig posts a photo of himself armed, wearing a pistol backwards like a Wyatt Earp character. Is this a message to us? His motto is "They came to my house, no I'm going to theirs."  

In movies this would be called "foreshadow".  

His post formally calling for their identities and the letter by his attorney Day Williams:

https://www.facebook.com/SandyHookJustice/posts/798186196882854

If you have any doubt as to the intent of these people, do a search:

https://www.google.com/search?q=sandy+hook+superbowl+hoax&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&client=firefox-a

Lenny Pozner: Setting the Record Straight

Lenny Pozner with his children, Arielle, Noah, and Sophia.

When I first began my in-depth study of the Sandy Hook Tragedy, I was a much different person.  I entertained the idea that everything was not as it seemed, I needed answers.  I believed "Sandy Hoax" people were acting in good faith. I had no personal attachment to the events of that day other than generally being touched, as we all were, at the scope of the tragedy.

That is all different now. Without bragging, I consider myself one of the most well read people on the Newtown Tragedy, having studied the 7000 +/- pages, video, and photo in available report and every major "hoax theory" out there; with that knowledge, I absolutely know Adam Lanza entered that school and did the unthinkable; matched only in scope by War Crime level events.  I know the leadership caste of the Sandy Hoax people are scammers, photoshopping "evidence" and overtly lying; fraudulently pushing their absurd theories to a growing crowd using Youtube and blogs as a forum for their deception and madness.    And I have met online and by email a few of the people, collateral victims, personally affected that day; some of whom I've promised complete confidentiality too.   I will maintain my promises to them forever. In this respect, I too am personally affected.

I've been given permission to publish a writing of Lenny Pozner. A writing that touched my heart.  I have had many conversations with Lenny on the phone and by email and while we have never met face-to-face, I have a tremendous amount of respect for this man and yes, I consider him a friend.

On December 14, 2012 Lenny's remarkable son, Noah was shot and killed in Room 8 of Sandy Hook Elementary School.  Noah's twin sister, Arielle, was huddled in the restroom of Classroom 12, sheltered by the quick thinking her teacher of Kaitlin Roig.  His older daughter Sophia was in the classroom right next to where Adam stood ejecting live rounds onto floor of the the hallway immediately after killing Noah, Noah's teachers, and his classmates.  If there had been any delay in response or things had been a little different, Lenny could have lost all three of his children that day.  They were all in the immediate zone of danger.

From that day, the story is a remarkable one of perseverance and learning to live with anguish and post traumatic stress.  The weight of losing a child is enough to end the will of many parents.  Lenny not only took on the stress we all have, that of life and supporting a family and raising Sophia and Arielle, but he struggled against additional adversity heaped upon him by the weight of world wide interest, an eager press careless with facts, unscrupulous members of his extended family, con-artists attempting to cash in on the tragedy using his name, and the relentless attacks of Sandy Hook "Hoaxer" conspiracy theorists; many of these tribulations continue to this day.

Today, Lenny Pozner stands strong. Today, Lenny Pozner is one of the few parents of Sandy Hook that will engage you; privately he will answer your questions and do so frankly.  He is not in hiding.  He fights the good fight. 

If you follow Lenny on Google, you will see he often posts new photos of Noah, Noah with Lenny, Noah with his mother, Noah with his sisters, other family photos, words of wisdom, interesting links and quips. Many of the photos he posts will break your heart. 

Lenny has 1.5 million views on his +Google page, speaking to his willingness to allow you in.  When I speak with him, I don't pretend to be able to have the words that would assuage any pain he feels. I am insignificant in comparison to his tragedy; I use my time to enjoy the conversation and to learn, not only about Sandy Hook, but about ideas and life.

I don't know how I would react to losing any of my children, least of all if any were murdered. Compound that by the months of vicious personal attacks he has withstood; I pray to God I could have one-fourth of Lenny's strength.

What is Lenny's take?  Lenny says he is just a normal guy who dropped his children off at school a little late one day.

No sir. I disagree. You are a remarkable man who dropped his children at school a little late one day.  You and your wife Veronique have my highest level of respect and regard.

I proudly re-post his writing, and, truth be told, do so emotionally, after having written the above.

Thank you, Lenny.
C.W. Wade
http:://www.sandyhookfacts.com 

The original article is here.
You may visit Lenny's page here: www.lenpoz.com


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After Tragedy, Additional Adversity for One Newtown Family
By Lenny Pozner

December 14 marked the one-year anniversary of the murder of my six-year-old son, Noah, at Sandy Hook Elementary School. High-profile anniversaries mean different things to the public than to the “Newtown parents” like me: The media is inclined to focus on stories of perseverance and progress, because that’s what the public wants to believe. The families know that healing is not a linear process. Our recovery from tragedy is detoured by unimaginable sadness, unexpected obstacles and devastating setbacks. Most days, it doesn't feel like progress at all.

Tragedy numbs you, but it also makes you alert to the kindness of neighbors and friends. In the days that followed Noah’s murder, the Newtown community came together. Friends opened up their homes to us. People helped my family and my two girls in more ways than I can describe. Their support was the norm, and we remain grateful for the community’s response.

My wife Veronique and I were so beaten down by the shockwave of grief—we were both suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)—that we really couldn't function. We faced additional challenges because Veronique and I were separated. We were living separately at that time. We shared custody, splitting the week in half. They were with me the night before. I made sure Noah and his siblings did their homework and were in bed on time. I drove Noah to school that morning.
December 14 shattered us, and left us vulnerable in ways we could not have imagined.

In the days that followed Veronique’s family flew out from the West Coast. In short order Veronique’s brother, Alexis Haller, began to meet with the media, which was hungry for any and all information on the families. He was interviewed by a number of news outlets, including the NY Daily News, the Associated Press and Anderson Cooper on CNN. In the process, we lost our voice and became spectators to our own grief.

Alexis and his wife Victoria established a website to solicit donations for our family, a trust fund for the children, and created a mailing address in Newtown for correspondence that was forwarded to them in Washington state. Victoria, who hardly knew my son, began tweeting and blogging about Noah and directing potential donors to the website. The public responded graciously, sending donations, made out to Veronique and me, or the Pozner family, along with sympathy mail and toys and teddy bears for my children. Unfortunately, none of these items made their way to us. My brother-in-law, who also hardly knew Noah, anointed himself the family spokesman and decision maker.

A series of family disputes ensued, many of which have played out in the press. When we attempted to access the donations, Alexis and his wife would not release them. We had to hire an attorney in early 2013 to gain access to and control over what rightfully belonged to our family. Still, Alexis continued to appear before the media even though I  had asked him repeatedly in December and January to stop. Finally, in February we had to appeal to the press to say Alexis’ comments were his own and did not represent the views of my family. His behavior made our unimaginable hell even worse.

There were other difficulties that did not make the news, thankfully. A month or so after Noah’s murder, Veronique received a letter from her ex-husband attempting to gain more control of finances based on their divorce 13 years earlier. He threatened to take her to court.

At about the same time, I was sued by someone with whom I had a business dispute three years earlier. When he read that a charity was distributing several million dollars to the Sandy Hook families, he assumed every family was receiving millions of dollars and sued me for $100,000. By this point Veronique and I had engaged multiple attorneys: two to deal with Alexis, one for the ex-husband, and one for my ex-business associate, all while mending a fractured marriage, and tending to a parent in the last stages of a terminal illness. We moved through our days in a fog.
These problems were unique to our household. Others affected all the Newtown families. The media coverage, for example, was often inaccurate, especially with regard to the details around the shooting, sometimes fueling crazy conspiracy theorists I've read about and encountered.

Earlier this year, I stopped at a major chain hotel with my family in tow. I was in the process of registering when the twenty-something girl at the counter looked at my driver’s license and said, “Oh, Sandy Hook. The government did that.” I was able to shrug it off—she obviously didn't know who I was—but it was painful to hear such a misguided opinion.

Such attitudes are driven in part by inaccuracies in the media. One article in the Jewish Daily Forward written the day after the shooting stated that Noah had been shot 11 times, which was untrue. I asked the reporter to make a correction and she refused. This inaccuracy became a fact that was repeated in future coverage, referenced numerous times as an extreme example of crimes committed with semi-automatic weapons. I even heard that politicians referenced it in their speeches, using this ‘fact’ to further their agendas. But this was my son they were talking about, and they were getting it wrong.

Finally, there are the inevitable scams. Nouel Alba, a woman in the Bronx, posed as Noah’s aunt—Alexis’ wife Victoria Haller—and solicited donations for what she referred to as a “funeral fund.” In truth, Noah was buried within two days of the shooting, as is Jewish tradition. In October of this year, Alba was convicted of fraud and sentenced to eight months in prison.

Veronique and I no longer live in the Newtown area. After December 14, it was apparent we would need to start a new life elsewhere. The murder of our son brought us back together. The life we were living before December 14 no longer applied. Whatever our values were back then—whatever compelled us to seek a divorce—was no longer important to us on December 15.

Now, as we close in on the anniversary, the days get even harder. On November 20 we celebrated the seventh birthday of Noah’s twin sister, Arielle, and that was very tough. We made it a positive day because it’s her birthday. We had a cake for Arielle and we added seven candles for Noah. Arielle made a wish for herself and another for Noah.

We are braced for the wave of attention that will inevitably accompany this horrific anniversary. We know we can do nothing to stop it. We know that this attention will focus on things that have more to do with various agendas and pat conclusions than with the murder victims, including Noah, who would have just turned seven.

As draining as 2013 has been for me and Veronique, we are optimistic that the worst is behind us. We will finally properly honor and mourn Noah. A killer took from us our son, and family members took from us our energy to grieve, but no one can take away our memories of Noah and our determination to keep him alive in our hearts.

Lenny Pozner

 

Thank you Amanda Stair Duran - A Survivors Story

Today I had a wonderful conversation via chat with Amanda Stair Duran. 

You may know of Amanda. Amanda was a survivor in the library at Columbine when Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold decided they wanted to kill other kids. Amanda and more specifically, her brother Joe Stair, were a source of Conspiracy because Joe was a founder of Trench Coat Mafia.  So Amanda has "been there and done that": school shootings, international attention, pain, conspiracy theories.

Many months ago I contacted her because I pieced together that fact that her posts on "Shocked Beyond Belief" crossed paths with Adam Lanza, as Smiggles. That irony struck me.  I let the discovery fall by the way side, barely mentioning it in my video.  After talking to her today, that was the right decision.

Amanda is not afraid to talk to people. That is one her many strengths.  We had a wonderful talk and we talked about the press, her brother Joe, and the conspiracy theories.   I can sense she still suffers and has a lot of pain.  I can only say that she is obviously a wonderful and kind person who has had a very tough life; Amanda can serve as a source of inspiration for those having problems. 

I have received permission to share the article she wrote for the 15th Anniversary.  Apparently it did not fit into the agenda at the Denver Post and they refused to print it. What a shame.  In fact, shame on the Denver Post.



15 Years ago, I watched Columbine live on TV.  I remember it clearly.  I then studied Columbine as I have Sandy Hook, page by page of the massive report, trying to understand it.


To most of us, Columbine and Sandy Hook are "stories", the victims are "characters". Some go so far as to believe they have license to fabricate their own versions and evidence to fit their pre-conceived conclusions, as if these people's tragedy are their playland puddy.

 It is so easy to forget that these are people; people who suffer, people who hurt, people for whom the hurt never goes away.  The post traumatic stress they suffer is not a "syndrome" or a "diagnosis", it is life.

To Newtown, the pain of December 14, 2012 never ends; likewise,to Littleton, Colorado and Amanda Stair Duran, April 20, 1999 never ends. As you will read, for Amanda, it was only yesterday she sat in the library of her high school as shots rang out.  That place is where all children should all be safe.

A first grade classroom should be safe;
we know that is not the case.

I re-post her article in it's entirety.  The direct link is below.

Thank you for talking to me Amanda.

-------------------------------------   The Article   -----------------------------------

My would-be guest columnist thingy for the Denver Post, already slightly out-of-date, but meh, here goes:

Fifteen years.

It's been fifteen years..

Maybe it's not a nice, round number like the tenth anniversary, and therefore perhaps not as note-worthy. But for me, it serves as a reminder that I've spent half of my life living with the echoes of gunshots in my head, echoes of taunts and threats made as I hid under a table in the back of the library, the stench of gunpowder filling my nose. Because I was fifteen at the time, a sophomore.
Fifteen years old then. I've lived a whole 'nother lifetime since that day. And yet, it still seems like yesterday that I was walking to school, singing along the way, offering my biology teacher one of my breakfast donuts before my test. It was just yesterday I was taking notes in Spanish class while watching a video. Just yesterday that I went upstairs to the library to kill time during lunch break before my appointment with a counselor. Just yesterday that I heard popping noises outside the window, other kids standing up to look and see what was going on before seeing nothing and sitting back down. Just yesterday that my art teacher, Mrs. Neilson, came running in, screaming that there was "a guy with a gun."

Just yesterday that a fifteen-year-old me witnessed things that a girl of that age, nor anybody, should ever see.

I still have the shirt I wore that day. It's a black shirt with the words "Can't sleep, clowns will eat me..." over and over in increasingly smaller print, a shirt that my brother Joe bought me from Hot Topic for Christmas a few months before. I wore it for a week straight afterwards, believe the dark shirt had helped keep them from seeing me, even though in truth I will never know whether I was spared because I was unseen, or because they saw me and recognized me as Joe's sister. For Joe was the founder of the Trenchcoat Mafia, and he knew Eric and Dylan. He had graduated the year before, and hadn't even spoken with either of them in six months. But because of them wearing trenchcoats during the shooting, my brother took a lot of flack, getting death threats and being accused of being in on the whole thing. Nor could he wear his own trenchcoat in public anymore, which upset him.
I only started seeing trenchcoats in public again within the last two years. And despite myself, I cringe every time. And that is only the least of it.

It is with hindsight that I can say this, but I can honestly say the first few years after the shooting were easier than the subsequent years. It has to do with being around people who have been through the same thing you have, who know what you're talking about, even if I never was able to talk with anybody who had been in the library. I graduated from Columbine in 2001, and suddenly, I was without that support. No one could relate to me and my experiences. I was on my own, and that was when things really started.

I'd had panic attacks starting several months after the shooting. I still have them to this day. In fact, I've never been diagnosed with PTSD proper; rather, two separate psychologists, in 2003 and 2009 respectively, have diagnosed me with panic disorder because panic attacks have been my main issue. Through the first ten years after the shooting, it was shooting-related triggers that would set them off. Popping noises, shadows on the wall, seeing the Rampart Range video on Fox News for the first time... That last one really did it. I wanted to hide under the desk in my dorm room for the next day after that. Since the tenth anniversary, however, non-shooting-related things can set me into a panic attack as well. And many times, I can't even pinpoint a specific trigger. I've had them at work, at home, in public. Would you know it if you saw me having one? Probably not. Contrary to what you may picture in your head, I don't scream and grab my head. Rather, my heart starts pounding. My body gets heavy. It gets hard to breathe. I try to think about something, anything else, which is impossible because my mind is already in panic mode. I become like a zombie. It can last five minutes or it can last an hour, but when it's over I'm utterly exhausted. After fifteen years, dealing with them is no different than how I dealt with them in the beginning; once it starts, all you can do is ride it out. It's a ride I hate taking.

There's panic attacks, and there's tremors. The tremors didn't start until four years after the shooting, in 2003. My doctor was quick to rule out MS, and it was only after an MRI of my head and an EEG test (which was negative despite my arm literally jumping when the lights started flashing) that they were determined to be PTSD-related. I still have the tremors to this day as well. They worsen with stress, and my handwriting, already bad before, is nearly illegible because of them. Aside from a brief period where I tried propranolol to control them (which didn't work, suffice to say), I can't do anything about them but just try to not be stressed.

Unfortunately, I've had a lot of stress in my life. I can't honestly tell the fifteen-year-old me that things will get better after the shooting, because they didn't. My dad had gotten sick with encephalitis five months before the shooting, and paralyzed as a result of a stroke in his spinal cord. I lost my great-aunt to cancer three months before the shooting. And soon after the shooting, I was molested for three years by a guy I thought I loved. I lost my great-grandpa in 2004. Dad in 2005. Grandpa six months later. Joe in 2007. But what truly started my decline since the tenth anniversary, I believe, was the death of my cat in late 2008. I had adopted him at eleven; he had been a constant in my life, my rock. And it was in 2008, after I moved to Colorado Springs to live with my now-husband, that I discovered he was sick with jaw cancer. I cared for him for two months before he let me know in his own way that he was ready to go. Putting him to sleep was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, and that, combined with the knowledge that the upcoming tenth anniversary would draw a lot of attention from media and copycats alike, led to a mini-breakdown. And at the tenth-anniversary memorial itself, despite the crowd there marking the occasion, I felt utterly alone. It seemed like unless you were related to someone who died or were injured yourself, you didn't exist. Unless you had an inspirational story about finding God after the shooting, you didn't exist.

The years since the tenth anniversary have not been kind, either. I lost my grandma in 2012 after her fourth battle with cancer, and seven months ago, I was fired from a job that I had held since a year after the shooting, another sort of rock. Losing a job must be traumatic for a normal person; for someone with mostly-untreated PTSD like me, combined with everything that has happened since the shooting, combined with knowing that people at my job knew I had untreated PTSD, it was a death blow. I freely admit that I was suicidal after my firing; I had a mental breakdown five days later, threatening to cut myself because I had felt like karma was punishing me for surviving the shooting; everyone within ten feet of me had been shot, after all. Why else would so many bad things have happened to me? Why had I survived? Why did I have to fight so hard for my "happy ending"?
Seven months after my firing from that job, I am at another job that I am about to lose, not because of anything I did, but because the store is in liquidation. It feels like another cruel blow, but I am doing my best to keep a smile on my face and be hopeful.

You may ask, why haven't you gone to see anybody? Why haven't you been treated? Because mental health care is expensive. It was covered when I had insurance at my first job; it was how I was able to get a script for Klonopin for my panic attacks, which stopped them in their tracks but which I have been unable to refill because I no longer have insurance or that first job. And because I no longer have insurance, I couldn't go see anybody when I had my breakdown. In fact, I'm relatively certain I would have been put on a psychiatric hold if I had, which is another expense I can't afford. The cost of treatment is a major barrier, and not just for me, but for anybody who's been through traumatic events. If there's a place that offers free mental health care, I sure don't know of it.
My mind is tired from the journey of the past fifteen years. Sometimes it still feels like I'm being punished for surviving. But I keep on fighting, because I have no other choice. I keep forcing a smile, hoping that happy ending is right around the corner.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/328393147778/permalink/10152208054107779/

 

Wolfgang Halbig goes to Newtown School Board - Epic Fail!

On May 6, 2014 Wolfgang Halbig spoke before the Newtown School Board.

According to Halbig's own accounting, this trip cost over $14,000 of the $18,000 he had raised.

I have posted the video to my channel, you can watch it yourself, and it's included in this post.

This is my take on the speakers who spaketh.

1) Wolfgang questioned why Newtown did not utilize his "expertise" or respond to his contacts.  He then went on to ask a few of the same 16 questions that have been asked and answered multiple times.

Wolf, why would they want to have a fraud like you helping them?  You have posted that your own wife wants you committed. Recognize your illness and seek help. No one will be calling you any time soon for anything "real".  You are officially a nut case. Below is your new crowd.

2) Jim Fetzer spoke, talking about 626 children, then subtracted 20 dead children, and declared 606 children needed to be bused.  While apparently a math wiz, he is quite a vile and disgusting person to speak in such terms to these people.  Obviously, it is well known and documented the parents picked up the children, but that doesn't stop Fetzer's invention of premise to screw up.

3) A guy dressed in colonial garb spoke and thankfully made it brief. He did not like that his home state of New York passed gun laws quicker than Connecticut in the wake of Sandy Hook.

4) Dan Bidondi, of Infowars, diatribe that embarrassed every gun rights advocate out there. Some gems:
"This 'trad-egy' affected us all"
 "(100,000 gun owners) has to suffer and turn in their ASSAULT WEAPONS." 
"It was the gun of a barrel that won the revolution."
"It's better to have a gun and not wish we had one when we need one."
"Adam Lanza passed up six schools and choose Sandy Hook becuase it was a gun free zone." 
"I'm not going to go shoot up everything."

5) Day Williams, Halbig's lawyer,  fumbled for words and provided no substance whatsoever, plugging AFP and Infowars. 

6) Kevin "Laprad (sic) " a self described "regular person", spoke.  Despite the fact he appears to be operating in a substance induced haze, he was able to formulate a few sentences proving he knows exactly nothing; which lives up to his own billing.  "When people are hurt on traiges they are put on tarps every time."  "This is not fate, we are here for a reason".  Oh, brother.

7.  Some New York guy spoke. You couldn't hear him until Mealy Worm adjusted the microphone.  He wants pictures of dead Adam Lanza and he'll be happy.  Hey, CT State Police, leak one or two! Jeez. The world deserves it, so I'll agree there.   Adam deserves nothing.

8.  Thomas Lapp spoke but apparently is not allowed to share what he knows or people will get fired.  Is this guy for real?

 9.  Michelle Murphy, from Houston Texas is, according to her statement, a bi-polar mental case and that's why she is interested in Adam Lanza.  She rambled on, leaving her business card. She declares she is not surprised mentally ill people are shooting people but doesn't want all those who suffer mental illness to be suffer because some of them shoot people. Err, or something like that.

Now that I think of it, out of all of them, she was the only one of Halbig's crew who almost made any sense.

The school board responded: 

They said nothing.

Then last:

10. Jim Fitzpatrick, a Newtown Resident spoke last, talking about the "circus" and "collection of conspiracy theorist" who are talking about  "shamanism to Halloween".  I wish more Newtown resident's spoke, but I don't blame them for not granting Halbig that honor.

He earned brief applause that was quickly silenced by the school board.

Wolfgang Halbig, Dave Gahary, and Day Williams
Source: The Stamford Advocate

 I was angry today when I heard a Sandy Hook firefighter allegedly "assaulted" or "pushed" Halbig (this is an UNCONFIRMED report by Halbig); angry that Halbig could instigate that type of thing. What type of person could instigate firefighters to such acts?  And I answer: Halbig.



This meeting was covered in the press here:
http://www.newstimes.com/local/article/Newtown-school-board-greets-Sandy-Hook-skeptics-5458442.php#photo-6267956

The video is here

References:
Halbig's Accounting according to his Sandy Hook Justice Facebook page:


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Wolfgang Halbig Plane ticket $343.00
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Hotel/ Marriot Courtyard 5 Rooms $1800.00
Film Crew $1200.00
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Does not include meals and gas for three days.

I have all the receipts you idiots.

wolfgang

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