Soldier impersonators target women in web scams
Janet Cappiello Blake and Bruce Schreiner / Associated Press
LOUISVILLE, Ky. — Con artists are targeting women on Facebook in what's becoming an all-too-common ruse: They steal photos of soldiers to set up profiles, profess their love and devotion in sappy messages — and then ask their victims to cut a check.
Army Sgt. James Hursey, 26, discharged and sent home from war in
Iraq to nurse a back injury, found a page with his photos on Facebook — on a profile that wasn't his. It was fake, set up by someone claiming to be an active-duty soldier looking for love.
Military
officials say they've seen hundreds of similar cases in the past several years. Some of the impersonators have even used photos of soldiers who have died overseas."It's identity theft, really, if you think about it," said Hursey, of Corbin, Ky., a married father of a 2-year-old.
The impersonator using Hursey's photos portrayed himself as a soldier named "Sergent (sic) Mark Johnson." The fake followed the same steps every time: Send a friend request, immediately express undying love and affection, and ask for money.
The fake's cover was blown, though: Janice Robinson, 53, of Orlando, Fla., knew something wasn't right when the man professed his love to her and signed every message with, "Johnson cares." She had begun talking to him thinking he was one of several people named Mark Johnson that she knew.
"I said, 'How can you say you love me? You don't even know me. You are insane,'" she told The Associated Press in a telephone interview. "... You could tell the guy in the picture was young. I'm 53 years old. You can look at my picture and tell I'm not 20."
Her story was first reported by WYMT-TV in Hazard, Ky., and WKMG-TV in Orlando.
Christopher Grey, spokesman for the Army's Criminal Investigation Command at Fort Belvoir, Va., said the Internet impersonators often make ridiculous claims. Some say they need money for special laptops and cell phones. Others say they need cash to buy special papers to come home on leave or a registration form because military officials won't let them talk to family.
"Well, there is no such thing," Grey said. The papers are phony, often poorly doctored versions of actual military documents.
The person using Hursey's photographs sent Robinson what he called a form to register to be able to speak to the soldier on the telephone. He told her it would cost $350 for them to be able to communicate by phone.
The form, a poorly doctored copy of a common Army form used to correct information in a soldier's official record, included a blank to fill in the intended victim's social security number.
Robinson said she knew people didn't have to register to talk to soldiers and refused to fill out the form. She also refused his requests to wire money and send credit card and bank account numbers.
Instead, she contacted a local television reporter and Hursey, whose name was visible in the phony profile's photos.
"I just wanted to see exactly how far this would go and I wanted to protect people ... that aren't as savvy to scams as I am and don't pick up on this stuff," Robinson said.
From The Detroit News: http://detnews.com/article/20110228/BIZ04/102280324/Soldier-impersonators-target-women-in-web-scams#ixzz1FJ6V7Odz
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sergent Harry Johnson Wants to be Your Friend on Facebook
Sergent Harry Johnson Wants to be Your Friend on Facebook
Soldier impersonators target women in web scams
Janet Cappiello Blake and Bruce Schreiner / Associated Press
LOUISVILLE, Ky. — Con artists are targeting women on Facebook in what's becoming an all-too-common ruse: They steal photos of soldiers to set up profiles, profess their love and devotion in sappy messages — and then ask their victims to cut a check.
Army Sgt. James Hursey, 26, discharged and sent home from war in
Iraq to nurse a back injury, found a page with his photos on Facebook — on a profile that wasn't his. It was fake, set up by someone claiming to be an active-duty soldier looking for love.
Military
officials say they've seen hundreds of similar cases in the past several years. Some of the impersonators have even used photos of soldiers who have died overseas."It's identity theft, really, if you think about it," said Hursey, of Corbin, Ky., a married father of a 2-year-old.
The impersonator using Hursey's photos portrayed himself as a soldier named "Sergent (sic) Mark Johnson." The fake followed the same steps every time: Send a friend request, immediately express undying love and affection, and ask for money.
The fake's cover was blown, though: Janice Robinson, 53, of Orlando, Fla., knew something wasn't right when the man professed his love to her and signed every message with, "Johnson cares." She had begun talking to him thinking he was one of several people named Mark Johnson that she knew.
"I said, 'How can you say you love me? You don't even know me. You are insane,'" she told The Associated Press in a telephone interview. "... You could tell the guy in the picture was young. I'm 53 years old. You can look at my picture and tell I'm not 20."
Her story was first reported by WYMT-TV in Hazard, Ky., and WKMG-TV in Orlando.
Christopher Grey, spokesman for the Army's Criminal Investigation Command at Fort Belvoir, Va., said the Internet impersonators often make ridiculous claims. Some say they need money for special laptops and cell phones. Others say they need cash to buy special papers to come home on leave or a registration form because military officials won't let them talk to family.
"Well, there is no such thing," Grey said. The papers are phony, often poorly doctored versions of actual military documents.
The person using Hursey's photographs sent Robinson what he called a form to register to be able to speak to the soldier on the telephone. He told her it would cost $350 for them to be able to communicate by phone.
The form, a poorly doctored copy of a common Army form used to correct information in a soldier's official record, included a blank to fill in the intended victim's social security number.
Robinson said she knew people didn't have to register to talk to soldiers and refused to fill out the form. She also refused his requests to wire money and send credit card and bank account numbers.
Instead, she contacted a local television reporter and Hursey, whose name was visible in the phony profile's photos.
"I just wanted to see exactly how far this would go and I wanted to protect people ... that aren't as savvy to scams as I am and don't pick up on this stuff," Robinson said.
From The Detroit News: http://detnews.com/article/20110228/BIZ04/102280324/Soldier-impersonators-target-women-in-web-scams#ixzz1FJ6V7Odz
Best of Detroit 2011
In the spirit of the Oscars, Metromix did it's yearly review of the best Detroit has to offer. A list like this makes me proud to be from this city. A diamond in the rough, with much more to offer than meets the eye. It's sneaky like that. I can't say I was too surprised by a lot of these, but there were a few major upsets. Here's the list before I fuck Metromix up with some truth.
Best of Awards 2011: Nominees and Winners
Recap:
Best Coney - Lafayette (no-brainer)
Best Casino - MGM Grand (see Before and After: MGM Grand Slam)
Best Local Boutique - Leon and Lulu (the fuck is a boutique?)
Best Bar - Centaur Bar
Best Brunch - Frittata
Best Burger - Red Coat Tavern
Best Pizza - Buddy's
Best Restaurant - Slow's BBQ
Best Sushi - Ronin
Best Sports Bar - Nemo's
Best Cupcake - Just Baked
Best Date Restaurant - La Dolce Vita
Best Festival - Arts, Beats, and Eats
Best Irish Bar - Old Shillelagh
Best Music Venue - The Magic Bag
Best New Bar/Club - The Hamilton Room
Best Club - V at MGM Grand (again see the MGM Grand Slam post)
Ok, Nemo's got robbed on Best Burger. The entire meal I smiled jubilantly, while love-soiling my pantaloons.
Now don't get me wrong, Slow's is impeccable, but Mon Jin Lau is one step above it. Every night of the week MJL is loaded with slam pieces nom nom-ing sushi. The atmosphere is unmatched. Slow's has great food, but after the meal everyone has the -itis from a pork overdose. Not much conversation when you're entire party is passing out with BBQ sauce smeared all over your face.
I could combine Best Sushi/Best Date Restaurant, and add another category of Best Happy Hour and give the trophy to Kona Grill in Troy. Great place for a Happy Hour date on a spring evening. $3 pints of premium beer, $3-5 rolls that taste like they're $10+, and one of the best patios/bar areas in Metro-Detroit.
Old Shillelagh is a great spot especially with St. Patty's day coming up. There's something to say about a place where you can projectile vomit on the floor and nobody even does a double take. I feel like I'm at Rick's in East Lansing. Definitely a wild time. The roof seems to rarely be open, but when it is it's pretty fucking intense. However, I've been to college, I've vomited on the floor(at Rick's), and expect more out of a bar than my potential to embarrass my family's name. For St. Patty's Day there is no place I'd rather be than Gus O'Connor's in downtown Rochester. Slam pieces for days.
Best of Detroit 2011
In the spirit of the Oscars, Metromix did it's yearly review of the best Detroit has to offer. A list like this makes me proud to be from this city. A diamond in the rough, with much more to offer than meets the eye. It's sneaky like that. I can't say I was too surprised by a lot of these, but there were a few major upsets. Here's the list before I fuck Metromix up with some truth.
Best of Awards 2011: Nominees and Winners
Recap:
Best Coney - Lafayette (no-brainer)
Best Casino - MGM Grand (see Before and After: MGM Grand Slam)
Best Local Boutique - Leon and Lulu (the fuck is a boutique?)
Best Bar - Centaur Bar
Best Brunch - Frittata
Best Burger - Red Coat Tavern
Best Pizza - Buddy's
Best Restaurant - Slow's BBQ
Best Sushi - Ronin
Best Sports Bar - Nemo's
Best Cupcake - Just Baked
Best Date Restaurant - La Dolce Vita
Best Festival - Arts, Beats, and Eats
Best Irish Bar - Old Shillelagh
Best Music Venue - The Magic Bag
Best New Bar/Club - The Hamilton Room
Best Club - V at MGM Grand (again see the MGM Grand Slam post)
Ok, Nemo's got robbed on Best Burger. The entire meal I smiled jubilantly, while love-soiling my pantaloons.
Now don't get me wrong, Slow's is impeccable, but Mon Jin Lau is one step above it. Every night of the week MJL is loaded with slam pieces nom nom-ing sushi. The atmosphere is unmatched. Slow's has great food, but after the meal everyone has the -itis from a pork overdose. Not much conversation when you're entire party is passing out with BBQ sauce smeared all over your face.
I could combine Best Sushi/Best Date Restaurant, and add another category of Best Happy Hour and give the trophy to Kona Grill in Troy. Great place for a Happy Hour date on a spring evening. $3 pints of premium beer, $3-5 rolls that taste like they're $10+, and one of the best patios/bar areas in Metro-Detroit.
Old Shillelagh is a great spot especially with St. Patty's day coming up. There's something to say about a place where you can projectile vomit on the floor and nobody even does a double take. I feel like I'm at Rick's in East Lansing. Definitely a wild time. The roof seems to rarely be open, but when it is it's pretty fucking intense. However, I've been to college, I've vomited on the floor(at Rick's), and expect more out of a bar than my potential to embarrass my family's name. For St. Patty's Day there is no place I'd rather be than Gus O'Connor's in downtown Rochester. Slam pieces for days.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Before and After: MGM Grand Slam
Before and After: MGM Grand Slam
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Friday Night Lull
Here I am, Saturday morning, not buried under a hangover. This is not something I am used to. Friday nights usually include alcohol, and less frequently, mooning, wherever the night may take me. Not last night.
Five of my friends were over last night and none of us could figure out what to do. One of those friends had just gotten out of rehab for alcohol so drinking was out of the question. The pondering began around 8:00pm. Can't go to a bar, can't play drinking games, can't even just drink around the house. So what do we do?
We could have went to the arcade, bowling alley or even the fucking mall. We could have started some sort of video game tournament. We could have watched the Pistons play with only 6 dudes. Anything would have sufficed, we all worked for this day of the week! Instead, we sat in silence, as if somehow our friend would suddenly become cured of his alcoholism and it would be okay to party again because of it.
The silence overtook us for hours. I ended up going to sleep at midnight. Midnight!! And here I am, posting to DTownBroCo, with but one question to you. What the fuck do you do on a Friday night when you can't drink??
Friday Night Lull
Here I am, Saturday morning, not buried under a hangover. This is not something I am used to. Friday nights usually include alcohol, and less frequently, mooning, wherever the night may take me. Not last night.
Five of my friends were over last night and none of us could figure out what to do. One of those friends had just gotten out of rehab for alcohol so drinking was out of the question. The pondering began around 8:00pm. Can't go to a bar, can't play drinking games, can't even just drink around the house. So what do we do?
We could have went to the arcade, bowling alley or even the fucking mall. We could have started some sort of video game tournament. We could have watched the Pistons play with only 6 dudes. Anything would have sufficed, we all worked for this day of the week! Instead, we sat in silence, as if somehow our friend would suddenly become cured of his alcoholism and it would be okay to party again because of it.
The silence overtook us for hours. I ended up going to sleep at midnight. Midnight!! And here I am, posting to DTownBroCo, with but one question to you. What the fuck do you do on a Friday night when you can't drink??
Friday, February 25, 2011
Hi, Haters!
Anonymous haters are loving the BroCo! Hate early, hate often, I always say. It's so brave to hate on someone behind the facade of an "Anonymous" post. I embrace it. Let us help you through whatever self esteem issues are causing you to stay in on a Friday night and hate on a sub-par blog. Although, I do admire a comment writer with impeccable grammar and an imaginative sense of smell. I'm sure you're educational background has granted you with a job that anyone would deem exciting.
As far as the notion that we are trying to provide professional insight on any of the topics on this blog, you must be outside of your mind. We're as mediocre as they come. I'd love to stick around while you elaborate on your posh living situation and how Detroit is slighted by our existence, but Friday nights are drinking nights, and I have a bottle of Miguel Cabrera scotch in the freezer calling my name.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go home and put some water in Buck Nasty's momma's dish. Good evening.
Hi, Haters!
Anonymous haters are loving the BroCo! Hate early, hate often, I always say. It's so brave to hate on someone behind the facade of an "Anonymous" post. I embrace it. Let us help you through whatever self esteem issues are causing you to stay in on a Friday night and hate on a sub-par blog. Although, I do admire a comment writer with impeccable grammar and an imaginative sense of smell. I'm sure you're educational background has granted you with a job that anyone would deem exciting.
As far as the notion that we are trying to provide professional insight on any of the topics on this blog, you must be outside of your mind. We're as mediocre as they come. I'd love to stick around while you elaborate on your posh living situation and how Detroit is slighted by our existence, but Friday nights are drinking nights, and I have a bottle of Miguel Cabrera scotch in the freezer calling my name.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go home and put some water in Buck Nasty's momma's dish. Good evening.
Workout of the Week
If this doesn't whip your ass into shape I don't know what will. The enthusiasm! The motivation! The Jock Jams! I'm gonna turbo cricket my way to the best time at The Warrior Dash!
Workout of the Week
Pistons Take a Shit on Keuster
This team is officially dead in the water. Joe Dumars turned down a trade for Tayshaun yesterday; basically saying "nah, we're all set here at the bottom of the Eastern Conference." Now half the team doesn't show up to practice? Two words Joe: Government Bailout. Its time to rebuild from the ground up and you can start by firing Keuster and bringing in a legit coach. Hell, pull a Pat Riley and coach the team yourself in the mean time. Just 86 this mother faulkner. As sure as I'm taking a shit while I blog 75% of my posts, this team is going nowhere this season. This has to be the last straw. If I'm Kuester, I'd be on my way to Joe's office, pop my head in and say "I should just go fuck off right?"
Editors Note:
This blog was posted in a hurry as I am running out the door to get a haircut. This takes precedence over the blog for the moment because this is my first haircut since my last DISASTER from Lady Jane's. I need to gather pictures for reference of how potentially good my do can look. So please bear with me as I will later posts stories and/or pictures related to this topic.
Peathe out
Pistons Take a Shit on Keuster
This team is officially dead in the water. Joe Dumars turned down a trade for Tayshaun yesterday; basically saying "nah, we're all set here at the bottom of the Eastern Conference." Now half the team doesn't show up to practice? Two words Joe: Government Bailout. Its time to rebuild from the ground up and you can start by firing Keuster and bringing in a legit coach. Hell, pull a Pat Riley and coach the team yourself in the mean time. Just 86 this mother faulkner. As sure as I'm taking a shit while I blog 75% of my posts, this team is going nowhere this season. This has to be the last straw. If I'm Kuester, I'd be on my way to Joe's office, pop my head in and say "I should just go fuck off right?"
Editors Note:
This blog was posted in a hurry as I am running out the door to get a haircut. This takes precedence over the blog for the moment because this is my first haircut since my last DISASTER from Lady Jane's. I need to gather pictures for reference of how potentially good my do can look. So please bear with me as I will later posts stories and/or pictures related to this topic.
Peathe out