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Jeff Dahmer wasn’t a serial killer. He was the trafficked fall guy in one of the biggest fake news story frauds ever shoved through an American courtroom.
The evidence isn’t buried in some basement archive. It’s sitting in plain sight: victims who never died, records that vanish on cue, mugshots that don’t exist, and a “confession” so fake it collapses under the slightest scrutiny..
This wasn’t justice. It was stagecraft — a play sold to the public to bury the sins of Milwaukee’s most powerful institution: the Archdiocese of Milwaukee. And once you see the paper trail, you can’t unsee it.
Jeff Dahmer wasn’t a serial killer. He was the trafficked fall guy in one of the biggest fake news story frauds ever shoved through an American courtroom.
The evidence isn’t buried in some basement archive. It’s sitting in plain sight: victims who never died, records that vanish on cue, mugshots that don’t exist, and a “confession” so fake it collapses under the slightest scrutiny..
This wasn’t justice. It was stagecraft — a play sold to the public to bury the sins of Milwaukee’s most powerful institution: the Archdiocese of Milwaukee. And once you see the paper trail, you can’t unsee it.
At the time, the family was in meltdown. Lionel and Joyce were clawing through a divorce. There was an ugly custody fight over Jeff’s younger brother, David. Lionel had already moved into a motel with his girlfriend, Shari. It was chaos.
So when Steven Hicks died in an accident, the last thing they wanted was another scandal on top of the divorce filings. Covering it up wasn’t some grand conspiracy …it was damage control. They already had one courtroom to worry about, and they didn’t need another. So Hicks got the deluxe treatment…six feet of dirt and a family oath of silence.
And here’s where the plot thickens: the people around him were tied to the Archdiocese of Milwaukee. Which means it’s entirely possible the family secret about Hicks went straight into the Church’s filing cabinet…the same one they used to bury priest abuse cases.
From there, they had what they needed: a young guy carrying a terrible secret. They turned that secret into leverage, then into a script. And before long, Jeff was starring in a fake news saga about a “gay serial killer.”
I know…it sounds crazy. But that’s only because the truth is way uglier than the scary bedtime story we were all sold.
Jeff Dahmer’s so-called “trial” – which we document in detail here – was never about evidence, due process, or justice. It was a courtroom pageant, carefully structured to prevent scrutiny and fast-track the desired verdict. His defense attorney Gerald Boyle waived critical hearings, withdrew motions that could’ve challenged the evidence, and relied entirely on an unsigned, unrecorded “confession” typed by police…a document so sloppy it even included someone else’s Social Security Number.
Meanwhile, the alleged physical evidence was quietly released before the trial even started, key legal procedures were skipped, and there are no signed guilty pleas. The deeper you look, the clearer it becomes: this wasn’t a trial. It was legal dinner theater…staged to sell a monster story while keeping the Archdiocese of Milwaukee safely out of the splash zone.
A request to the Wisconsin Circuit Court turned up nothing – the 15 guilty pleas Jeff Dahmer supposedly signed simply do not exist. Which means the entire Milwaukee case rests on paperwork that never left the imagination.
No signatures, no pleas, no record. In any other trial, that’s called a collapse. Here, it was called justice.
Jeff Dahmer’s “confession” contains another man’s Social Security Number. Yes, really. The number belongs to a man named Eric Lamar Stanley …something you can confirm yourself on Ancestry.com in about five minutes. The Milwaukee Police knew this because the FBI told them. And yet the bogus SSN sat there, uncorrected, in the so-called confession that supposedly anchored the entire case.
In any normal courtroom, that’s the moment the judge bangs the gavel and throws the whole thing out. In Milwaukee, it was just Tuesday.
Jeff Dahmer’s confession was not recorded. You heard that right. Over 60 hours of supposed conversations with Detective Murphy produced no tapes, no videos, nothing …just handwritten notes. In other words, the entire “confession” exists because one cop said it did.
And this flimsy stack of paper, one that even managed to include another man’s Social Security Number, became the crown jewel of the prosecution’s case.
Only in Milwaukee could a life sentence be handed out on evidence that wouldn’t pass a freshman journalism class.
Fifteen of the alleged victims are not listed in the Social Security Death Index. Assuming they all had a Social Security Number (They were all Americans), this means their deaths weren’t reported to the Social Security Administration.
Usually, a family member, attorney, or mortuary files a death benefit application. The SSA might also receive a death report from a funeral home, financial institution, postal authority, or state. In this case? Nothing. Fifteen times in a row.
That’s not just unlikely. That’s bureaucratically impossible. Unless, of course, the men weren’t dead to begin with.
Take Richard Guerrero, listed as a Jeff Dahmer victim, except records show he died in 1960, months before Jeff was even born. Then there’s “Eddie” Smith, another supposed victim, who somehow managed to die in 1999, five years after Jeff Dahmer himself was declared dead.
So unless Jeff was moonlighting as a time-traveling assassin, the victim list is a work of fiction.
Curtis Straughter? Still alive. His real name is Timothy Straughter.
Richard Guerrero? You just saw that he died in 1960 at six months old …which makes him another impossible addition to the victim list. But the story needed a face, so they grabbed an old photo of his brother, Reynaldo, and sold it as Richard the “victim.” Reynaldo, by the way, is still alive.
So what we’re left with is a victim roster padded out with living people and recycled family photos. That’s not homicide…that’s casting.
We searched. Background checks, state databases, heritage records…nothing. There are no official records for anyone named Konerak Sinthasomphone.
Yet this supposedly “central victim” was paraded in court and splashed across the news. And here’s the kicker: “Konerak” looks exactly like Somsack Sinthasomphone…who does exist.
So either Milwaukee uncovered the first human being born without a paper trail… or they just renamed the brother and hoped nobody would notice.
According to the official story, Jeff molested Somsack Sinthasomphone at his apartment on 808 N. 24th Street. Small problem: property records show that address wasn’t Jeff Dahmer’s at all. It belonged to District Attorney Michael McCann…the man prosecuting him.
So unless Jeff was secretly the DA’s roommate, the molestation claim wasn’t just flimsy…it was manufactured by the prosecution itself.
So we’re supposed to believe the same cops who take pictures of jaywalkers just forgot to photograph a sex-crime felony suspect? Right. Either Jeff Dahmer was the luckiest man alive, or those arrests weren’t what we were told they were.
So the official tale expects us to believe that a man battling a degenerative muscle disease somehow moonlighted as a one-man demolition crew. In reality, Jeff Dahmer wasn’t a monster, he was a patient.
So his big national TV moment wasn’t a killer baring his soul; it was a bad rehearsal. Jeff Dahmer wasn’t confessing; he was performing. And the media didn’t just roll with it, they handed him the script.
That’s like arresting a bank robber and forgetting to mention the stolen money. In a real case, mutilation would’ve been a slam-dunk charge. The fact it never appeared isn’t a minor oversight…it’s a red flag that the whole narrative was manufactured.
And when you remember there are no signed guilty pleas either, the picture gets clearer: Jeff Dahmer’s Wisconsin convictions aren’t real.
So while the public was bracing for a courtroom reckoning, Dad was already negotiating box office points. That’s not grief. That’s production.
So much for the “ordinary loner” narrative. Turns out the “monster” had headshots.
So while Jeff became the designated monster, the paperwork quietly points to a family affair. Forget “one bad seed.” This looks more like a household operation with everyone’s fingerprints on it.
What we know for sure is this: Jeff Dahmer wasn’t a serial killer. The cannibal myth was a script…and Jeff, for reasons we may never fully know, agreed to play the lead.
Don’t take my word for it. The evidence is open-source. Go look. Just don’t be surprised when the monster dissolves and all you’re left with is a man cleaning up his family’s mess.
@RXnd @davidlaidisme67 @Sprinkles @Notcel
The evidence isn’t buried in some basement archive. It’s sitting in plain sight: victims who never died, records that vanish on cue, mugshots that don’t exist, and a “confession” so fake it collapses under the slightest scrutiny..
This wasn’t justice. It was stagecraft — a play sold to the public to bury the sins of Milwaukee’s most powerful institution: the Archdiocese of Milwaukee. And once you see the paper trail, you can’t unsee it.
Jeff Dahmer wasn’t a serial killer. He was the trafficked fall guy in one of the biggest fake news story frauds ever shoved through an American courtroom.
The evidence isn’t buried in some basement archive. It’s sitting in plain sight: victims who never died, records that vanish on cue, mugshots that don’t exist, and a “confession” so fake it collapses under the slightest scrutiny..
This wasn’t justice. It was stagecraft — a play sold to the public to bury the sins of Milwaukee’s most powerful institution: the Archdiocese of Milwaukee. And once you see the paper trail, you can’t unsee it.
At the time, the family was in meltdown. Lionel and Joyce were clawing through a divorce. There was an ugly custody fight over Jeff’s younger brother, David. Lionel had already moved into a motel with his girlfriend, Shari. It was chaos.
So when Steven Hicks died in an accident, the last thing they wanted was another scandal on top of the divorce filings. Covering it up wasn’t some grand conspiracy …it was damage control. They already had one courtroom to worry about, and they didn’t need another. So Hicks got the deluxe treatment…six feet of dirt and a family oath of silence.
And here’s where the plot thickens: the people around him were tied to the Archdiocese of Milwaukee. Which means it’s entirely possible the family secret about Hicks went straight into the Church’s filing cabinet…the same one they used to bury priest abuse cases.
From there, they had what they needed: a young guy carrying a terrible secret. They turned that secret into leverage, then into a script. And before long, Jeff was starring in a fake news saga about a “gay serial killer.”
I know…it sounds crazy. But that’s only because the truth is way uglier than the scary bedtime story we were all sold.
Jeff Dahmer’s so-called “trial” – which we document in detail here – was never about evidence, due process, or justice. It was a courtroom pageant, carefully structured to prevent scrutiny and fast-track the desired verdict. His defense attorney Gerald Boyle waived critical hearings, withdrew motions that could’ve challenged the evidence, and relied entirely on an unsigned, unrecorded “confession” typed by police…a document so sloppy it even included someone else’s Social Security Number.
Meanwhile, the alleged physical evidence was quietly released before the trial even started, key legal procedures were skipped, and there are no signed guilty pleas. The deeper you look, the clearer it becomes: this wasn’t a trial. It was legal dinner theater…staged to sell a monster story while keeping the Archdiocese of Milwaukee safely out of the splash zone.
A request to the Wisconsin Circuit Court turned up nothing – the 15 guilty pleas Jeff Dahmer supposedly signed simply do not exist. Which means the entire Milwaukee case rests on paperwork that never left the imagination.
No signatures, no pleas, no record. In any other trial, that’s called a collapse. Here, it was called justice.
Jeff Dahmer’s “confession” contains another man’s Social Security Number. Yes, really. The number belongs to a man named Eric Lamar Stanley …something you can confirm yourself on Ancestry.com in about five minutes. The Milwaukee Police knew this because the FBI told them. And yet the bogus SSN sat there, uncorrected, in the so-called confession that supposedly anchored the entire case.
In any normal courtroom, that’s the moment the judge bangs the gavel and throws the whole thing out. In Milwaukee, it was just Tuesday.
Jeff Dahmer’s confession was not recorded. You heard that right. Over 60 hours of supposed conversations with Detective Murphy produced no tapes, no videos, nothing …just handwritten notes. In other words, the entire “confession” exists because one cop said it did.
And this flimsy stack of paper, one that even managed to include another man’s Social Security Number, became the crown jewel of the prosecution’s case.
Only in Milwaukee could a life sentence be handed out on evidence that wouldn’t pass a freshman journalism class.
Fifteen of the alleged victims are not listed in the Social Security Death Index. Assuming they all had a Social Security Number (They were all Americans), this means their deaths weren’t reported to the Social Security Administration.
Usually, a family member, attorney, or mortuary files a death benefit application. The SSA might also receive a death report from a funeral home, financial institution, postal authority, or state. In this case? Nothing. Fifteen times in a row.
That’s not just unlikely. That’s bureaucratically impossible. Unless, of course, the men weren’t dead to begin with.
Take Richard Guerrero, listed as a Jeff Dahmer victim, except records show he died in 1960, months before Jeff was even born. Then there’s “Eddie” Smith, another supposed victim, who somehow managed to die in 1999, five years after Jeff Dahmer himself was declared dead.
So unless Jeff was moonlighting as a time-traveling assassin, the victim list is a work of fiction.
Curtis Straughter? Still alive. His real name is Timothy Straughter.
Richard Guerrero? You just saw that he died in 1960 at six months old …which makes him another impossible addition to the victim list. But the story needed a face, so they grabbed an old photo of his brother, Reynaldo, and sold it as Richard the “victim.” Reynaldo, by the way, is still alive.
So what we’re left with is a victim roster padded out with living people and recycled family photos. That’s not homicide…that’s casting.
We searched. Background checks, state databases, heritage records…nothing. There are no official records for anyone named Konerak Sinthasomphone.
Yet this supposedly “central victim” was paraded in court and splashed across the news. And here’s the kicker: “Konerak” looks exactly like Somsack Sinthasomphone…who does exist.
So either Milwaukee uncovered the first human being born without a paper trail… or they just renamed the brother and hoped nobody would notice.
According to the official story, Jeff molested Somsack Sinthasomphone at his apartment on 808 N. 24th Street. Small problem: property records show that address wasn’t Jeff Dahmer’s at all. It belonged to District Attorney Michael McCann…the man prosecuting him.
So unless Jeff was secretly the DA’s roommate, the molestation claim wasn’t just flimsy…it was manufactured by the prosecution itself.
SEX CRIME FELONY… BUT NO MUGSHOT. SURE, PULL THE OTHER ONE.
According to the official narrative, Jeff was arrested and convicted in 1986 for lewd and lascivious behavior, and again in 1988 for Second Degree Sexual Assault and Enticing a Child for Immoral Purposes…a felony. And yet, for both arrests, the Milwaukee Police somehow skipped the one thing they never skip: the mugshot.So we’re supposed to believe the same cops who take pictures of jaywalkers just forgot to photograph a sex-crime felony suspect? Right. Either Jeff Dahmer was the luckiest man alive, or those arrests weren’t what we were told they were.
DEGENERATIVE MUSCLE DISEASE MOONLIGHTS AS SERIAL KILLER STRENGTH
What the press never told you: Jeff Dahmer had polymyositis, a crippling autoimmune disease that eats away at muscle and leaves its victims too weak to do much of anything, let alone overpower grown men and dismember bodies by the dozen. Instead of acknowledging this, the media buried it. His steroid treatments for the disease explain the sudden weight gain after his arrest.So the official tale expects us to believe that a man battling a degenerative muscle disease somehow moonlighted as a one-man demolition crew. In reality, Jeff Dahmer wasn’t a monster, he was a patient.
INSIDE EDITION OR INSIDE JOB?
Watch the 1993 Inside Edition sit-down and you’ll hear Jeff “confess” in lines lifted word-for-word from a 1992 movie. Not inspired by. Not vaguely similar. Verbatim.So his big national TV moment wasn’t a killer baring his soul; it was a bad rehearsal. Jeff Dahmer wasn’t confessing; he was performing. And the media didn’t just roll with it, they handed him the script.
DISMEMBERMENT WITHOUT MUTILATION: MILWAUKEE LOGIC
According to the official story, Jeff Dahmer spent years dismembering bodies. Yet somehow, prosecutors never hit him with the most obvious charge on the books: mutilating a corpse.That’s like arresting a bank robber and forgetting to mention the stolen money. In a real case, mutilation would’ve been a slam-dunk charge. The fact it never appeared isn’t a minor oversight…it’s a red flag that the whole narrative was manufactured.
AMERICA’S “MOST NOTORIOUS KILLER,” CONVICTED ONCE IN OHIO
Run a verified background check on Jeff Dahmer and you’ll find exactly one conviction, in Ohio. That’s it. Wisconsin, the state that supposedly put him away for life as its most notorious serial killer, shows nothing. No convictions. No record. Blank.And when you remember there are no signed guilty pleas either, the picture gets clearer: Jeff Dahmer’s Wisconsin convictions aren’t real.
BECAUSE NOTHING SAYS “GRIEVING FATHER” LIKE A MOVIE DEAL
Four months after Jeff’s arrest, and two months before the trial, Lionel Dahmer inked a movie deal. Because nothing screams “my family is in crisis” like fast-tracking the rights to a Hollywood script.So while the public was bracing for a courtroom reckoning, Dad was already negotiating box office points. That’s not grief. That’s production.
BOOKED SOLID: MURDER, MAYHEM, AND A HOLLYWOOD AGENT
Yes, really. Jeff Dahmer had an agreement with the Metropolitan Talent Agency. The man sold to the world as a deranged killer and awkward nobody “couldn’t hold down a job” somehow had Hollywood representation – a literal agent – lined up to handle his career.So much for the “ordinary loner” narrative. Turns out the “monster” had headshots.
THE HICKS INCIDENT: A FAMILY GRAVE DIGGING PROJECT
A 1992 Allstate Insurance claim shows that Lionel Dahmer, Joyce Dahmer, and Shari Dahmer were all involved in what happened in 1978 to Steven Hicks. Which means the “lone wolf” wasn’t so lone after all…the whole family was in on it.So while Jeff became the designated monster, the paperwork quietly points to a family affair. Forget “one bad seed.” This looks more like a household operation with everyone’s fingerprints on it.
What we know for sure is this: Jeff Dahmer wasn’t a serial killer. The cannibal myth was a script…and Jeff, for reasons we may never fully know, agreed to play the lead.
Don’t take my word for it. The evidence is open-source. Go look. Just don’t be surprised when the monster dissolves and all you’re left with is a man cleaning up his family’s mess.
@RXnd @davidlaidisme67 @Sprinkles @Notcel
