Update on Mike Campbell

We heard from no less than five (5) women who were preyed on by this man and all said there were many more. (No it wasn't the same person writing in every time as other people. we checked IPs. And no, we don't know if these women even know each other)

We did receive another letter about Campbell recently:
I am emailing about Mike Campbell. First of all I want to know why the story was removed. I understand that he went into a narcissistic rage after he was busted online and a number of people backed up the facts about him. I will say, that these women were in the right to come forward and try to get the word out. Not only were they right on in doing this, but some of them genuinely cared.

I recently talked with another friend who it so happened had been lied to by this same man in the past and contacted her. Eventually we were able to find out what actually has taken place in these last months.

Now I have been informed of the outcome and the extreme vindictive measures he has taken in order to hurt women he already victimized.

I just wanted to express my thanks to all his victims for coming forward. Keep your head up and know that there are people on your side. you're the real deal!


Thank you, anonymous, for this letter - we hope his victims see it.

All this for TELLING THE TRUTH! How MALICIOUS can Campbell be?

Mr. Campbell if you see this - get help - get long term counseling for your narcissism & sex-addiction. If you want, Sir, you can contact us yourself and we will try to find you a referral to a place near you for ongoing help.

Unfortunately, we can't control the internet and it appears that some of your other victims helped post their story on other sites.

How much should we all bet Campbell's already got a couple new victims on his string already? How many more people is he going to terrorize to protect himself?

If you have any further information regarding this matter, contact us at cyberpaths@gmail.com

THE ONLINE SUCCUBUS

My perfect lover became my worst nightmare.

By Sue Thomas
Cyberstalkers have been in the news again recently, but not much mention has yet been made of another unpleasant phenomenon haunting the Web: the emotional vampire. Making himself (or herself) quite indispensable, this person is your best friend, your most fantastic lover, the wonderful family you never had. For some, online relationships offer the chance not to find the love of your life but to get kicks from manipulating the emotions of others. In the worst cases, these individuals carry the deceit into real life.

As we all know, e-mail gives those good with language the ability to wrap a relationship around with such intimate text that soon nothing else matters but an intense one-to-one filling every waking minute. You might pretend to be several different people to several different lovers, with some identities sustainable offline, others not.

Thus, when I first met my lover, he was a female grad student called Cindi. Also a professor in a virtual classroom. Also a man called Rhyys. Also a top-level university administrator. Also a cyborg called Plex. Also a devout Catholic. Also a sadist called Gandore. Also a devoted husband and father. Also a very sad, very frustrated small-town inadequate person with a need to exploit and control.

The story of what happened to me in cyberspace is, on the surface, pretty similar to the familiar tale wherein net user No. 1 pretends to be something s/he is not, thereby tricking net user No. 2 into falling in love with her/him. What's different in my case is, first, the number of people who were deceived; second, the fact that the perpetrator is a respectable, high-ranking academic who, one would think, has no need to pretend to be a female chemistry student wearing dangly earrings; and third, the fact that the man seems to prey specifically on artists and writers.

So what did this rather plain, little-traveled, only son of an upstate New York Polish grocer actually do to ensnare so many intelligent men and women? Well, he identified our creative passions and used them as a template to form himself into what we most desire. He is an emotional tourist warming his hands on the fires of other people's lives, focusing his attentions on artists and writers because their imaginations are so near the surface that it's easy to plunder them. For example, since I write about computer technologies, he did his research, read all of my books and articles and made himself into what he knew would fascinate me most: an ungendered cyborg. With another woman who writes vampire fiction he became a vampire slave master, a persona that, though pathetic, would probably raise hilarity among his students.

For more than three years I was mesmerized by him despite the open bewilderment of friends and family, who couldn't imagine what I saw in such a homely character. But none of us guessed the truth: that I had given three years of my life and promised the whole of my future to a sociopath who preys on others for his own gain without regard to the consequences for his victims.

Another description would perhaps be "succubus," a demon who assumes female form to have sexual intercourse with men in their sleep, though in his case, it is in order to have sex with men online. He is a shape shifter who molds himself into whatever is needed and constantly searches for new forms to take. Although a familiar type in the flesh, his ease in setting traps online makes him something new: a cybersuccubus. And the peculiarities of his practice make him very hard to accuse.

While I have no idea why he did what he did, I can at least outline the story.

In 1995 I began researching a novel set in the online community of LambdaMOO, a virtual space in which several people in different locations can talk to one another online by typing simultaneously, creating a constantly moving screen that shows short, abrupt sentences that manage to convey personalities and emotions at a surprisingly complex level. In a MOO (a multiuser domain that is object oriented), words are all you are -- and so the more adept your language, the more effective your presence.

In this setting, on a day in November 1995, I was type-talking with a female postgraduate student bearing the fanciful online name of Cindi and a description to match. ("A 5-foot-10 green-eyed redhead with a runaway imagination and a fuzzy idea of the line between virtual and real. She runs five miles or so every morning to make sure all the pizza she eats doesn't take up residence. Her hair is short enough that her earrings can dangle when she walks.") She introduced me to one of her friends, a middle-aged chemistry professor recently promoted to a powerful administrative position at his private Connecticut university. "All his students love him!" she told me enthusiastically. His online name was Rhyys.

I was briefly involved online with both of them, but the relationship with Rhyys soon became intense. We were talk-typing online several times a day until Christmas Eve 1995, when, in a slow and emotional ritual, we each typed our real-life names. After that, there was no going back. I already knew by then he was a devout Catholic, that he had been married for 20 years, that he had one small child, born late in the marriage. Of course, I should have turned away, but I did not. Instead, I opened my heart and he walked straight in. I'd never met him, never even heard his voice on the phone, but he felt like my lover, my brother, my best friend and my colleague all rolled into one. I was especially struck by his thoughtfulness. For example, he stated the need for some kind of message system in case either of us was taken ill. And who would tell Cindi, he asked? Something had to be worked out. He promised to give it some thought. A few days later he was begging me to trust him: "Just stay loving me," he wrote. "I will try with all I have to not let you down. Don't be scared of crawling under my skin, I won't crush you," he promised.
Looking back on it now, it's hard to explain exactly why I took any of that romantic tosh as seriously as I did. And why did I connect with him so strongly in the first place? All the usual manifestations of attraction were there -- the faster heartbeat, the heightened sense of that one other person, the erotic intimacy -- and yet there were no bodies. Nor was there any chemical or physical interaction beyond those we imagined, invented or role-played. But the fact is, despite the lack of all those usual signals, I fell for him long before I even heard his voice on the phone. I suppose I formed an idea of him through the "tone" of his voice -- the words he typed and the stylistic nuances of his phrases, plus a sense of his personality conveyed by what he actually said in those phrases. Our huge ability to imagine combines with an intense desire to find perfection and creates, as we say in England, a silk purse out of a sow's ear. But that moment of free fall in the weightlessness of anonymity can lead to a very painful crash to earth when you discover that the person you fell for was only exciting because you imagined him/her to be so.

It's reminiscent of the famous experiment of biofeedback suits, when a couple (he in Paris and she in New York) were hooked up remotely with the intention that they would arouse each other via remote touching and mutual feedback. It seemed to work very well, to be enjoyable for both, and it was only later discovered that in fact the connection had failed right at the start and they never had been connected at all. In other words, they had been arousing not each other but themselves! In my case,

my lover's cliched phrases of love and passion created a facsimile of emotion that was as effective as the real thing, and the fact that they had never been connected to the truth was something it took me a while to discover.

In July 1996, nine months after we first met online, he flew to England to meet me, and we fell instantly in love. That summer, I also went to his hometown in New England. But in September, he made an astounding confession: Not only had he been posing as a woman online all the time he had known me, but that woman was Cindi! While I was not shocked by the gender-bending (that is part of everyday life in cyberspace), I was very shocked by the lie. But I was in love with him, and I was used to Internet life, where people often try out new identities. And after all, I was writing a book about the subject. How could I really object to this new revelation? I was so steeped in the mysteries of the Web that my ardor overrode my caution, and I saw his duality not as deceit but as a marvelous bonus: two lovers for the price of one. He deleted Cindi from LambdaMOO, but her memory remained strong, especially when we met in real life and I stared into his pale eyes to see her looking back at me. We had always played around with gender boundaries, and Cindi's continued ghostly presence made everything somehow even more complete as we grew closer and closer. She was still part of us.

The powerful effect that Rhyys had on me was his apparent presence in my previous books. In my first novel, "Correspondence," a woman is transformed into a software virus permeating her cyborg lover's body. In my second, "Water," the main character imagines a man into existence with the power of her desire. In another, the characters are attracted to each other purely by the power of words, just like the text interface of MOOs where words are all you are. Thus, I felt that I had written this man several times already, and now here he was manifested in the sometimes-virtual, sometimes-real flesh.

My new novel turned into a mixture of invented and real online experience. Rhyys (not, of course, his real name) and I were leading a heady life, logged on for hours every night, type-talking endlessly, exchanging histories, exchanging intimacies. We experimented with programming new environments and other personas. I recorded our often bizarre interactions, writing them into my book, and if they sometimes seemed pretty strange, they were real for us even if nobody else would ever believe them. We exchanged genders. We invented new genders. We created virtual cyborg bodies and played in them. We built laboratories, caves and whole sequences of rooms, all programmed into the ever-changing textual interface of a MOO. By now, I was absorbed and obsessed by him: his imagination, his eroticism, his intensity. When we were together in the flesh and I looked into his face, I could see it shifting from male to female, from softness to hardness, from dream to reality. I could not get enough of him. He had become my only muse. I dedicated my novel to "My Beloved Technician." I wanted to be with him and write about him forever.

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COUPLE TO DIVORCE AFTER "ONLINE AFFAIR"

A Bosnian couple are getting divorced after finding out they had been secretly chatting each other up online under fake names.

Sana Klaric, 27, and husband Adnan, 32, from Zenica, poured out their hearts to each other over their marriage troubles, and both felt they had found their real soul mate.

The couple met on an online chat forum while he was at work and she in an internet cafe, and started chatting under the names Sweetie and Prince of Joy.

They eventually decided to meet up - but there was no happy ending when they realised what had happened.

Now they are both filing for divorce - with each accusing the other of being unfaithful.

Sana said: "I thought I had found the love of my life. The way this Prince of Joy spoke to me, the things he wrote, the tenderness in every expression was something I had never had in my marriage.

"It was amazing, we seemed to be stuck in the same kind of miserable marriages - and how right that turned out to be.

"We arranged to meet outside a shop and both of us would be carrying a single rose so we would know the other.

"When I saw my husband there with the rose and it dawned on me what had happened I was shattered. I felt so betrayed. I was so angry."

Adnan said: "I was so happy to have found a woman who finally understood me. Then it turned out that I hadn't found anyone new at all.

"To be honest I still find it hard to believe that the person, Sweetie, who wrote such wonderful things to me on the internet, is actually the same woman I married and who has not said a nice word to me for years."

SOURCE

WIFE SOLVES HUSBAND'S INTERNET ADDICTION

(EOPC does NOT recommend doing this to solve your or your partner's internet addiction. In our right hand column are links to many sites that can help with internet & online porn addictions - Fighter)

A Chinese wife has cut her husband's right hand off because of his internet addiction.

Jiang Ming of Chengdu city promised his wife, He Ling, that he would not go on the internet anymore and would spend more time at home to take care of their newborn son.

But after a short time he started to sneak into nearby internet cafes again to have video chats with girls.

"I was on the internet, and suddenly felt a numbness in my right hand. The arrow on the screen stopped moving," says Jiang Ming.

"Then I found that my right hand was on the mouse pad, and blood was shooting out."

In court, the husband pleaded with the judge to release his wife, since he was to blame for breaking his promise.

The court has adjourned and will announce its verdict on another date, reports Chongqing Evening News.

SOURCE

ANOTHER CYBERPATH: CHRISTOPHER POWELL; Fraud, Bigamy, Deceit & Theft

By Patty Wooten
THE COMMERCIAL STAFF (from Pine Bluff, ARKANSAS)

MONTICELLO - A Georgia man, who apparently preyed on highly educated, financially self-sufficient, single women, was convicted Friday of scamming a Monticello woman he met on a Web site for singles.

During a trial before Circuit Judge Sam Pope, Christopher J. Powell was sentenced to eight years in prison for theft, six years for computer fraud and three years for failure to appear at his first trial in August. The three sentences will run concurrently. Pope also ordered Powell to pay the woman $15,000 restitution upon his release from prison.

Powell's victim, a university administrator, said the 48-year-old man romanced, deceived and proposed marriage to her to obtain money during their 6-month relationship.

She said Powell contacted her in March 2004 by e-mail through a Web site after seeing her profile online. He presented himself as an unmarried sergeant major in the U.S. Army but she would learn later, after he bilked her out of more than $15,000, he was actually a married, lay minister with a young child.

The woman testified that he once needed money because he had been ambushed in Iraq and needed to get to Germany. On another occasion, he said he needed money to save the family farm from the IRS.

Eventually, the woman became suspicious and contacted police.

After hearing the woman's story, Lt. John Dement, a criminal investigator with the Monticello Police Department, contacted Janet Wilson, an Alabama crime analyst, who located Powell within two hours.

He was arrested at his Lawrenceville, Ga., home on Oct. 9, 2004, his 47th birthday.

At trial, State Police Special Agent Scott Woodward read a transcript of his interview with Powell after his arrest. Powell admitted he was playing a role. He said he created a facade to impress the woman and to provide himself a "safeguard" because he was married.

He also admitted asking for and receiving money from her.

Though Powell told Woodward he'd never done anything like that before, police would soon learn otherwise.

A Texas woman testified that she married Powell in 2001, not knowing he was already married. When she discovered he was already married she had her marriage annulled. He was convicted of bigamy and she was awarded a civil judgment against him.

In his closing statement before sentencing, 10th Judicial District Chief Deputy Prosecutor David Cason told Pope that Powell is predatory.

Powell's defense attorney, Josh McHughes of Little Rock, said Powell did not initiate the relationship and the money was a loan. He said no crime was committed but if there was a theft, it occurred in Georgia, where he received the money, not Arkansas. (typical!! Wasn't me - it was HER!)

Powell apologized to the woman before sentencing saying, given the opportunity, he would make restitution.

(About that last sentence? Let's SEE if he REALLY makes restitution that or was, once again, just USING WORDS to try to gain his target's and the court's sympathy? - Fighter)

OUR PREDATOR OF JULY 2006: Richard (Rick) Kudlik

Man arrested after Internet-Girlfriends out him as fake U.S. marshal

NEW YORK (AP) - To some, Richard Kudlik possessed the macho allure of a deputy U.S. marshal on a manhunt.

They say he had the badge, raid jacket, flashing lights on his Dodge pickup truck, even a gun. But the real U.S. marshals -- and a chorus of angry women -- say Kudlik was only acting.

Kudlik, 43, was arrested at his Port Jefferson, N.Y., home Wednesday after several ex-girlfriends outed him earlier this month on a Web site featuring a wanted poster. The site calls him a "lying, cheating U.S. Marshal impersonator" and reveals his true identity as a long-married maintenance man.

He pleaded not guilty to possessing a counterfeit U.S. Marshals Service badge and was released on $5,000 bail. His attorney did not return a phone call Wednesday.

Pamela Brown said she began dating Kudlik last year until she received an anonymous e-mail warning: "The man you‘re dating is not who he says he is."

She tracked down Kudlik‘s wife, who told her in a phone conversation they had been married 17 years.

Brown began networking online with other women who said they had been wronged by Kudlik, and on May 14 she launched the Web site http://www.off2hunt.com with photos of Kudlik. She estimates he used his phony persona to lure at least 10 other women into relationships in the past decade.

"I don‘t want another woman to go through what I went through," she said. "I hope this taught him a lesson and makes him get help. He‘s a sick person."

(Right on Pam!!! Pam's site used our links section left and we applaud her for outing this cyberpath! Check out her site listed in the article above.

ALSO this sort of fraud could be avoided with a NATIONAL MARRIAGE DATABASE - There is NO central database for marriage licenses in the US!! Please sign the petition!

If you want to see some of our other PREDATORS OF THE MONTH - please peruse our archives (right margin) - Fighter)

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THE ACCUSER'S TROUBLES

BY ZACHARY R. DOWDY AND CHRISTINE ARMARIO

The Mattituck whistleblower who exposed a man accused of serenading and then breaking the hearts of women with a ruse that he was a U.S. marshal has a criminal history herself, records and law enforcement sources said.

Pamela Brown, 39, started a website to tell how she was conned by her experience with Rick Kudlik, arrested Tuesday by real U.S. marshals on charges of possessing counterfeit marshal gear. But she herself served 106 days in Nassau County jail in 2004 for a forgery conviction, a sentence violation and failure to pay, records show.

In late 2003, court documents show, she wrote bogus checks to herself totaling over $3,500 when she served as assistant controller for Legend Nissan in Syosset.

Two months after her April 30, 2004, release, she was re-arrested on a grand larceny charge., Information on the case outcome was not available yesterday.

That's not all.

Brown, who chided Kudlik for dishonesty, has used two aliases, jail officials said. She was convicted of forgery the first time in 1995 and received a one-year conditional discharge, and forgery and petty larceny in 1997 for writing $4,000 worth of checks to herself from her former employer, Zeppelin Electric of Holbrook. She later violated her three-year probation sentence, records show.

She also has civil court judgments against her, one stemming from an incident in which she refused to pay rent on a Selden apartment and another where she skipped medical payments to a Port Jefferson physician, records show.

But Brown‘s attorney said her past has nothing to do with her good deed: exposing an accused law enforcement impersonator.

"It seems like these people are trying to mix one thing with another and blame this woman for doing something admirable," said Michael Lamonsoff, of Manhattan. "The bigger issue is how this guy is able to walk around with fake badges for a federal agency... and all this paraphernalia in a post-9/11 world."

Lamonsoff said that Brown acknowledges her past misdeeds and is remorseful.

One former friend who contacted Newsday said that he credits Brown with turning in Kudlik, but accused her of conning him out of money.

"I commend her for reporting him for impersonating a U.S. marshal," said Vincent Lawrence of Huntington. "Well, Pam cons men out of money. She and I were friends. She told me she needed to borrow $600 to pay her rent at the end of 2004. Come August, I still didn‘t get the money from her. Finally, I took her to court. I‘m still waiting to get paid."