"Mr. Owl, how many licks does it take to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop?"
"Let's find out. One, two, three..."
"Let's find out. One, two, three..."
Meet Jazzi Jet, Happy Joe/Jet, and "The Bogeyman." Three personas which Joseph Edward Duncan, III claimed to possess in his "Jazzi-Jet- Prison Queen" website and his Fifthnail blog entries .
Part I: Jazzi-Jet
The above-mentioned April, 2001 pridesites.com website of Duncan's was removed- even from archive.org and Google's cache, except for some text- approximately 15 hours after I found it and notified authorities, and approximately 7 hours after I posted the link on a message board and spoke with a reporter. The main URL was: http://www.pridesites.com/amateur/jazzijet/
with a few sub-pages full of photos.
The accompanying blurbs Jazzi-Jet wrote for each of the 24 images were full of pride and sentimental emotion for his role as the "Prison Queen" while incarcerated. Above all, the site was dedicated to "those memories" with Big Al (Allen Parks), who "shared" Duncan with his friends. The first page upon entering the gallery had a header that read:
Most people who read this will think I'm either fantasizing, just wishing, or plain making this up. But, that's okay...I know it's true! I was arrested at the tender age of 16 for seriously assaulting another boy my own age. I was sentenced as an adult and sent to Walla Walla State Penitentiary (WSP). It wasn't long after I arrived that I was living with a big black man named "Big-Al" who took good care of me and shared me with all his friends. The images you see here are dedicated to those memories.
The blurbs for each photo became progressively boastful. One entry alongside a photo of his bent-over bare ass with pink panties pulled down, (with text overlay reading "What my cellmates really wanted to see!" in a hot pink script font) read:
The caption on this picture says it all. I can't tell you how many men have seen this view in person. I've tried to count how many different men have been inside me and I always loose count somewhere around 40 or 50. I'm surprised that I never caught any diseases!
Yup, the caption says it all, all right. Little wonder he sought out glory holes, gay "bath house sex," as soon as he was paroled.
As recent as May, 2001, Duncan was fantasizing about these past trysts:
Dressing like this really turned on my cellmates of course. Sometimes I would dance in my cell dressed like this and guys would come stand outside the cell to watch the show (and occasionally get their dicks serviced or even a little tail through the bars if "Big-Al" said they could). Once I got screwed by 7 guys in a row one after another...I often reflect on that day!(emphasis added)
Was he re-creating these events in Fargo? It wouldn't surprise me. I'm thinking his "outdoor activities" involved a heavy amount of public park quickies- you know, the type of anonymous gay sex that is occurring in public places all over this country and slowly coming to the general public's awareness via news stories of the "busts" in the very parks we take our children to play.
So that is just a little background on Jazzi-Jet, the Prison Queen. I have all the Prison Queen web pages saved, images and text. I may publish more of them in the future.
Part II: Happy Joe, or Jet
Happy Joe was a guy who put on a good show. He also liked being called "Jet," which he claimed stood for Joseph Edward the Third.
Jet wanted to be liked by everyone. He wrote about his feelings of persecution almost daily in his blog. He lied to his family, employers and coworkers, he lied to his acquaintances, fellow students at NDSU, friends, and neighbors. He also lied in his blog- was he lying to convince himself, because he sometimes wrote that he thought (or assumed) nobody else was reading his blog, or was he creating a backstory for his intended crimes? I especially love this comment he wrote on 2/2/05, titled "On Sex Offender Hysteria":
All my psych reports say I am a low risk; I was just a kid acting out confusion over my own abuse and study's show conclusively that my type of offense is rarely repeated.
Duncan laments about "anyone in the world" being able to type his name in a web browser and find out what a freaking monster he is:
But it hurts my mother, my family, my friends, and even my neighbors who think I’m a great guy, until they find out, then they are afraid of me.
Carrying that torch:
The majority of sex offender convictions are first time convictions, most sex offenders do not re-offend after being caught. That is a stone cold fact that no one can deny in the face of the evidence, and yet people refuse to look at the direct implications; the truth!
Zoinks! The sex offenders and laymen who quote and misinterpret statistics about sex offenders have one thing in common (ah, if not more), and that is they rely on a *known* quantity. Known being those RARE times these criminals have been caught. Nothing more.
Scores of sex offenders and child molesters, in candid interviews as well as polygraph examinations with law enforcement and FBI studies, have openly confessed to having perpetrated FAR more crimes than they have on their criminal records. Those records in black and white, which are the sources for all the oft-quoted studies. Recidivism rates for these gutless pukes are seriously underreported.
Try a sample study on offenders with fewer than TWO known victims, who, in reality, had an average of 110 victims and 318 offenses! (Ahlmeyer, Heil, McKee, and English, 2000)
Happy Joe- Jet- a regular guy, indeed. But still dipping his wick into the seamy side of life (1/30/05):
I have a new fan, Jerry, who thinks I should make a documentary about my experiences. I think he is right, I should, but not until I am ready I think. Jerry sounds like a really neat guy, he has a great blog (see "Sasha" entry below) that I think I understand. Keep your eyes on the air waves, Jerry, I could be famous sooner than you think, but hopefully not too soon.
Happy Joe's new friend Sasha claims to be a teen Russian refugee who fled to the U.S. and is living with a "sugar daddy." More links from his website- http://www.pandaconspiracy.com/ - lead to troubling "boy-sex" websites.
Happy Joe Loved to play the wicker man:
My home was invaded by several police officers just this last Friday while I was at work. I caught them just after they broke in through a window on my we cam which sends an alert to my cell phone when it detects motion. My phone alerted me to the break in while I was waiting for Investigator Chad Jutz fill out the paperwork after searching my car and taking a disposable water proof camera.
The said they were looking for pictures of two boys who were molested more than a month ago by a man driving a red car and who had a "bump" on his lip. The man took pictures of the boys and so they took all my cameras and my home computer to look for pictures. Of course I am clean, they might find some pictures of me naked, non-sexual mode photos I used once to make a birthday card for a girlfriend once) but that's about it. (emphasis added)
Well gee, Jet, ya think maybe- just maybe?- that's because you stashed all the good stuff away in your employer's basement??? Cry me a freaking river, you sorry sack of shit. There are slugs in my garden more worthy of a second chance to dodge the salt than you are.
Poor, poor, much-maligned Jet.
Part III: "The Bogeyman"
From now on I may refer to "Happy Joe" as "Jet" (me) and the demons as "The Bogeyman." If you are familiar with me or even my fifthnail website then you will understand the names (see www.fifthnail.com).
This is convenient, is it not? Duncan- already on the run at this point- figures it'd be a smart thing to post this drivel to his blog. Remember, Duncan is a manipulator. Nothing he has ever accomplished, said or done in his life was without manipulation.
He goes on:
The demons (if that's what they/it are/is--I use the term for mere convenience) have convinced me that I should at least question my religious beliefs, (this makes sense, otherwise I would believe anything) and that is how they got the key to the dungeon, and trapped me inside.
To be more specific, I am scared, alone, and confused, and my reaction is to strike out toward the perceived source of my misery, society. My intent is to harm society as much as I can, then die. As for the "Happy Joe" (Jet), well he was just a dream. The bogeyman was alive and happy long before Happy Joe.
I was in prison for over 18 years, since the age of 17. As an adult all I knew was the oppression of incarceration. All those years I dreamed of getting out...And getting even. Instead, I got out and I got even, but did not get caught. So, I got even again, and again did not get caught. So, I figured, well, I got even twice (actually more, but that's here nor there), even if I'm the only one who knows, so now what?
Well that was when the "Happy Joe" dream started. I met a bunch of really great people, the kind of people I didn't even know existed, but here they were, bunches of them, my neighbors, my landlords, my professors, my coworkers, and they were all good people, who were willing to give me a chance despite my past. They were willing to accept me and be my friend, something that was new for me, having been betrayed by many "friends" and even my own family.
So, I tried to make it work. But the problem was those demons. The ones who "got even" for me. They kept reminding me that if my new "friends" knew about them (and what they, I, had done to even), then so much for their friendship. So, "Happy Joe" was just dreaming, or pretending to be happy. (emphasis added)
The Bogeyman is who Joseph Duncan really was all along, no matter what facet he chose to show to society. Regardless of the pots of creme rouge and lengthening mascara, the wigs and leg waxing- the slinky black dresses he wore out to the clubs- regardless of the respectable suits and close-shaven image he may have projected to his employer and college professors and notably, his neighbor Joni Buzick... This guy was a monster. I wonder how detached a family can be to not realize the depth of depravity one of their members embraces. This guy lied to his family, his friends, his fellow NDSU students, his bosses and co-workers, his neighbors, the police, scuba-diving and internet buddies, acquaintances... Children.
And so I wonder- just How Many identities did Joseph Duncan exhibit to those around him and over the internet? Like getting to the center of a Tootsie Pop:
The world may never know.