Who is Las Vegas shooter Stephen Paddock? Last night, October 1, 2. Mandalay Bay Casino and Resort in Las Vegas, NV, opened fire with an automatic weapon at an outdoor country music festival of 2. USA Today)At least one member of law enforcement is among the dead. Two on- duty Las Vegas Police officers were injured. It was the worst mass shooting in modern U.

S. history. Police identified Stephen Craig Paddock, 6. Mesquite, NV, as the shooter. Paddock had shot himself dead by the time police reached his room on the 3. Mandalay Bay hotel. At least eight guns, including a number of long rifles, were found in his room, which also reportedly contained two platforms to provide a better vantage point of the concert below.

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Al. com)See Paddock’s death scene pics here. This morning, ISIS claimed responsibility for the shooting massacre. Watch Jamie Kennedy: Uncomfortable Mediafire here. Its news agency Amaq said (New York Post): “The Las Vegas attack was carried out by a soldier of the Islamic State and he carried it out in response to calls to target states of the [U.

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S.- led] coalition” fighting the Islamic State in the Middle East. The Las Vegas attacker converted to Islam a few months ago.”Although the FBI still cannot definitively tell us about Donald Trump’s alleged Russian ties more than eight months into his presidency, the FBI nevertheless quickly dismissed ISIS’s claim of responsibility for the Las Vegas shooting massacre. FBI Special Agent in Charge Aaron Rouse said at a news conference today there is no evidence that Paddock was associated with any international militant group and that “We have determined at this point no connection to an international terrorist organization.” (New York Post)Here’s what I’ve been able to glean from the net thus far: (1) Born on April 9, 1. Stephen Paddock was 6. Nevada just a couple of years earlier. Said to be a multimillionaire who made his fortune speculating in real estate, Paddock lived inan upscale retirement community, Sun City Mesquite, at 1.

Babbling Brook Ct, Mesquite, NV 8. Las Vegas. Police is currently searching his home.(2) Stephen Paddock owned another home in Reno, NV (1. Del Webb Pkwy W, Reno, NV 8. Susan Page, a neighbor at the Reno home, described Paddock and his companion as “closet people” who “kept to themselves” and that “I never saw them.” Police are searching this home as well.(3) Police say a woman named Marilou Danley is a person of interest. She lived with Paddock in Mesquite, but was/is in the Philippines at the time of the shooting.

Here she is with Paddock in a pic that’s the source of the media’s Paddock pic (the media simply cropped Danley out): (4) Stephen’s brother, Eric Hudson Paddock of Orlando, Florida, said he has “no idea” why his brother committed the shootings and that  to his knowledge, Stephen had no history of mental illness or substance abuse. Eric told NBC News: “Mars just fell into the earth. We’re completely dumbfounded.

Back in July, the German website for Volvo slipped and accidentally released a partial image of the 2018 Volvo XC40. Today, thanks to another leak, we now have a full. KPIX 5 CBS San FranciscoConnect With Us At KPIX 5 PROGRAM GUIDE: KPIX 5 TV Schedule WATCH: A Glimpse Inside The Working KPIX 5 Newsroom Breaking News Send news tips. On the night of Sunday, Oct. 1, 2017, we are told a 64-year-old retired accountant and multimillionaire Stephen Craig Paddock fired an automatic weapon from his room. 1185 reviews of Palms Casino Resort "If you literally just want to gamble, this is the place. They have a small food court, and small gift shop. They also have a. We have told you not to stare at the Sun today. We have told you to use safety glasses. We have tried so very hard, and we are so very tired.

He [Stephen] has no political affiliation, no religious affiliation, as far as we know. Our condolences go to the victims and all their families.”(5) Eric said that although his brother owned guns, Stephen had “no machine guns” when he helped move him from Florida to Nevada a few years ago. But Christopher Sullivan, manager of Guns & Guitars in Mesquite, confirmed that Stephen Paddock had purchased guns from the shop in the past.

Sullivan declined to offer details about the types of weapons or the dates they were purchased because it’s “federally protected information,” but said that “all necessary background checks and procedures were followed, as required by local, state, and federal law” and that Paddock “never gave any indication or reason to believe he was unstable or unfit at any time.” (USA Today)(6) Stephen and Eric’s father, Patrick Benjamin Paddock, was an armed bank robberwith many aliases in the 1. FBI’s Most Wanted list. The FBI diagnosed him as a “very dangerous” psychopath with suicidal tendencies. Patrick Paddock remained on the loose until 1. Oregon where he was running a bingo parlor. New York Magazine)(7) Stephen Paddock had worked for Lockheed Martin for three years in the 1.

A Lockheed spokesman said: “Stephen Paddock worked for a predecessor company of Lockheed Martin from 1. We’re cooperating with authorities to answer questions they may have about Mr. Paddock and his time with the company.”A netizen on 8chan found this, showing a “Steve Paddock” had worked at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center: (8) Stephen Paddock had the number 1.

I enlarged the media pic of Paddock.(9) Stephen Paddock was anti- Trump?: There’s video footage showing someone who looks like Stephen Paddock in a pink NASA t- shirt wearing a pink pussy hat, at an anti- Trump protest in August 2. Reno, NV. (Recall that Paddock had another home in Reno, and had worked for Lockheed Martin, a defense/NASA contractor). The video was uploaded to Indivisible.

Kara’s Twitter account on August 2. Steven Haffley found and uploaded to You. Tube a video that better shows the guy in the pink pussy hat, who was standing next to a woman who looks like Marilou Danley. Below are comparison pics of screenshots I took from the video with the media’s pic of Stephen Paddock and Marilou Danley: (1. Info. Wars says that according to an FBI source: Paddock didn’t kill himself, but was killed by an FBI hostage rescue team.

Antifa literature was found in his hotel room, as well as “photos taken in the Middle East of a woman linked to” Paddock. The FBI source’s information is collaborated by a police scanner transcript (from the Daily Mail).

A “deep- level intelligence insider” told Infowars the attack was “very, very strange” in that “this was clearly a pre- planned attack” and the target — a concert of a group “that represents traditional America” (country music) — was specifically chosen, but the attacker was “an average 6. H/t FOTM‘s Mom. Of.

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My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. What the hell are you yelling about?" he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. Never mind," I said. It's your turn to drive." I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough. It was almost noon, and we still had more than 1.

They would be tough miles. Very soon, I knew, we would both be completely twisted. But there was no going back, and no time to rest.

We would have to ride it out. Press registration for the fabulous Mint 4. A fashionable sporting magazine in New York had taken care of the reservations, along with this huge red Chevy convertible we'd just rented off a lot on the Sunset Strip .. I was, after all, a professional journalist; so I had an obligation to cover the story, for good or ill. The sporting editors had also given me $3. The trunk of the car looked like a mobile police narcotics lab.

We had two bags of grass, 7. Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls. All this had been rounded up the night before, in a frenzy of high- speed driving all over Los Angeles County – from Topanga to Watts, we picked up everything we could get our hands on.

Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now – yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next 1.

The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls – not all at once, but steadily, just enough to maintain the focus at 9. Barstow."Man, this is the way to travel," said my attorney. He leaned over to turn the volume up on the radio, humming along with the rhythm section and kind of moaning the words: "One toke over the line .. Sweet Jesus .. One toke over the line .."One toke? You poor fool! Wait till you see those goddamn bats. I could barely hear the radio .. Sympathy for the Devil." That was the only tape we had, so we played it constantly, over and over, as a kind of demented counterpoint to the radio.

And also to maintain our rhythm on the road. A constant speed is good for gas mileage – and for some reason that seemed important at the time. Indeed. On a trip like this one must be careful about gas consumption.

Avoid those quick bursts of acceleration that drag blood to the back of the brain. My attorney saw the hitchhiker long before I did. Let's give this boy a lift," he said, and before I could mount any argument he was stopped and this poor Okie kid was running up to the car with a big grin on his face, saying, "Hot damn! I never rode in a convertible before!""Is that right?" I said. Well, I guess you're about ready, eh?"The kid nodded eagerly as we roared off."We're your friends," said my attorney. We're not like the others."O Christ, I thought, he's gone around the bend.

No more of that talk," I said sharply. Or I'll put the leeches on you." He grinned, seeming to understand. Luckily, the noise in the car was so awful – between the wind and the radio and the tape machine – that the kid in the back seat couldn't hear a word we were saying. Or could he? How long can we maintain? I wondered. How long before one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy?

What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family. Will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so – well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere. Because it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose.

He'll report us at once to some kind of outback nazi law enforcement agency, and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus! Did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me? I glanced over at my attorney, but he seemed oblivious – watching the road, driving our Great Red Shark along at a hundred and ten or so. There was no sound from the back seat.

Maybe I'd better have a chat with this boy, I thought. Perhaps if I explain things, he'll rest easy. Of course. I leaned around in the seat and gave him a fine big smile .. By the way," I said.

There's one thing you should probably understand."He stared at me, not blinking. Was he gritting his teeth?"Can you hear me?" I yelled. He nodded."That's good," I said. Because I want you to know that we're on our way to Las Vegas to find the American Dream." I smiled. That's why we rented this car. It was the only way to do it. Can you grasp that?"He nodded again, but his eyes were nervous."I want you to have all the background," I said.

Because this is a very ominous assignment – with overtones of extreme personal danger. Hell, I forgot all about this beer; you want one?"He shook his head."How about some ether?" I said."What?""Never mind. Let's get right to the heart of this thing. You see, about 2. Polo Lounge of the Beverly Hills Hotel – in the patio section, of course – and we were just sitting there under this palm tree when this uniformed dwarf came up to me with a pink telephone and said, 'This must be the call you've been waiting for all this time, sir.'"I laughed and ripped open a beer can that foamed all over the back seat while I kept talking.

And you know? He was right! I'd been expecting that call, but I didn't know who it would come from. Do you follow me?"The boy's face was a mask of pure fear and bewilderment. I blundered on: "I want you to understand that this man at the wheel is my attorney! He's not just some dingbat I found on the Strip. Shit, look at him!

He doesn't look like you or me, right? That's because he's a foreigner. I think he's probably Samoan. But it doesn't matter, does it?

Are you prejudiced?""Oh, hell no!" he blurted."I didn't think so," I said. Because in spite of his race, this man is extremely valuable to me." I glanced over at my attorney, but his mind was somewhere else. I whacked the back of the driver's seat with my fist.

This is important, goddamnit! This is a true story!" The car swerved sickeningly, then straightened out. Keep your hands off my fucking neck!" my attorney screamed. The kid in the back looked like he was ready to jump right out of the car and take his chances. Our vibrations were getting nasty – but why? I was puzzled, frustrated.

Was there no communication in this car? Had we deteriorated to the level of dumb beasts?* * *Because my story was true.

I was certain of that. And it was extremely important, I felt, for the meaning of our journey to be made absolutely clear.