Orange County's Thomas Troy Bitter is upset with the FBI.
Bitter is–well, so sorry–bitter that evil, unethical agents can't find a foreign terrorist, scumbag Newport Beach real estate developer, bank robber, corrupt police helicopter pilot or money-hungry Santa Ana politician to watch and are instead harassing him on a regular basis.
And he wants them to know he isn't going to take it quietly anymore.
In May, the Mission Viejo resident called the FBI's San Diego field office and left what has to be one of the dumbest*** voice-mail message ever:
“I have a very important message for [FBI Special Agent in Charge] Keith Slotter.
First off, I would like to say fuck you. I want my god damn money,
Keith. You better give me my fucking cash. I would break your fucking
neck if you were man enough to go one on one with me. Fuck you, fuck
your region, fuck your entire family. Fuck the puppet master system that
runs your fucking region. Fuck you, Keith. You are a god damn fucking
coward. And I would break your fucking neck if you were man enough to go
one on one with me. I'm tired of you mother fuckers misappropriating my
funds. I want my god damn fucking money, Keith. Fuck you too, bitch.”
in case the FBI's tracing system wasn't working (it was), Bitter began his
message by stating his full name, social security number and date of
He also called Steven Martinez, the assistant director of the FBI in Los Angeles, as well as Andrew Arena,
a Special Agent in Charge in Detroit, to leave messages that he wanted “to slap the fucking taste out” of their mouths and advise them that Slotter “is a fucking bitch.”
He posed a question too: “Have I made myself
clear to you stupid motherfuckers?”
But my favorite part of the case
is when an FBI switchboard operator in Los Angeles listened to the hostile threats and then calmly asked, “Do you have a call back number, sir?”
“I do,” replied Bitter. “It's [an area code 949 cell phone number].”
FBI agents from the Santa Ana field office quickly arrived at Bitter's OC home, where he allegedly admitted he'd
made the calls. He claimed that agents had been screwing with him and arranging
for little girls to block his path in grocery stores, according to an
Bitter was taken into custody for making threats of
violence against law enforcement agents. A federal magistrate
ordered him to remain in the custody of the U.S. marshals inside the Santa Ana Jail and to undergo a psychiatric evaluation before a hearing later this summer.
Oddly, Santa Ana Jail records show that Bitter, 32, has been set free from custody without any mention of the release in federal court files.
***Perhaps Bitter isn't dumb but exceptionally straight forward and brave. Perhaps he actually was a stiffed confidential informant, the FBI owed him hard-earned dinero and he'd grown tired of their lazy, bureaucratic reluctance to pay up even while handsomely paying female midgets to thwart his grocery shopping.
R. Scott Moxley’s award-winning investigative journalism has touched nerves for two decades. An angry congressman threatened to break Moxley’s knee caps. A dirty sheriff promised his critical reporting was irrelevant and then landed in prison. The U.S. House of Representatives debated his work. Federal prosecutors credited his stories for the arrest of a doctor who sold fake medicine to dying patients. Moxley has won Journalist of the Year honors at the Los Angeles Press Club; been named Distinguished Journalist of the Year by the LA Society of Professional Journalists; and hailed by two New York Times Magazine writers for his “herculean job” exposing Southern California law enforcement corruption.