Joseph Duncan is the registered sex-offender who murdered the family of Shasta Groene before abducting her. In addition to being a murderer, a rapist, and a pedophile, it seems that (warning, a reader tells me that Duncan's site has a virus: click with caution) Joseph Duncan is also a blogger (via Ace of Spades HQ and Conservative Thinking). His website was started to advocate the rights of sex-offenders, something I'm sure the ACLU would be proud of. From what I gather, he had a personal blog and a corresponding advocacy site.

Duncan's Fifth Nail website has been taken down, but thanks to Google's cache many things become apparent. The subtitle of the blog was: The daily thoughts and activities of a 'Level 3 Sex Offender'

Warning: In light of what we now know about Joseph Duncan, many of his twisted writings become grotesque and sickening. The faint at heart should not read on. From the 'Mission' statement page of Joseph Duncan's now defunct Fifth Nail blog:

The mission of The Fifth Nail is to help in the fight against official propaganda that supports discrimination against classes of people defined by mistakes they made in the past, or might make in the future. It is our position that State Sanctioned Discrimination serves no public interest and in fact creates an even more dangerous class of criminals by denying x-convicts a place in our society, forcing them to feel like outcasts with little to loose.

To this end we strive to educate individuals of their roles in a dynamic and intertwined society and to accept responsiblity for that society.

Timeline:

July 3rd 2004: Duncan was recently accused of attempting to molest a child in Detroit Lakes on this day. Here is what he wrote on that day. It is both an admission that he was at the lakes and probably a cryptic confesssion to the crime:

Dream Prophecy
¶ 7:45 PM

I had a very explicit dream last night. I dreamed that I was scuba diving and ran out of air but I could still breath, I just didn't know for how long. I was going to dive today, and actually started to, but when I got to the lake I turned around and came back. I just hope the dream was for today.

March 2005: Duncan molests a boy sometime in early March.

March 1 Duncan realizes that there's nothing wrong with his sick behavior:

I love my life, and I love the world, and I believe genuinely that God does not make mistakes, so there is nothing “wrong” about the way things are. I know from ongoing personal experience that my struggle to know the Truth is Gods gift to me!

March 5th: Arrest warrent issued for Joseph Duncan

March 21 has this cryptic message. He seems to believe he is being controlled by outside forces that he has no control over. 'Jet' is his prison alter-ego:

When you can see the strings that control your life, you tend to wonder." -- Jet (McNiel Island State Penitentiary, 1987)

March 23More 'revelations' from God on :

Each time I re-read what I wrote in Key West I understand a little more, and realize more what God has been trying to tell me for the longest time, and what I have been wanting to know for just as long. For instance, just now I realized the answer to a question I've been asking myself for years: What can I do to get people to realize how everything is connected? Well, I just found the answer hidden in my own ponderings from that Sunny Sunday morning: Any attempt to make the world a better place imediately and directly interfers with God's Harmonic intentions. All answers must come in there own time, and God has the timing already figured out according to reasons infinitely beyond my own ability to reason. So, there is nothing that I "can do," but instead I must continue to strive to give-in to God's Will, because it is through this "non-doing" that his Will can be seen. I'm growing a lot lately faster than I want at times.

April 5th Initial hearing and bail of $15,000 posted to Becker County District Court

April 10 Joseph Duncan writes:

Bohemian Underground is Concieved

As I watch history unfold, I am compelled to help keep it on course.

April 11 checks in with probation officer

April 15th Joseph Duncan writes this. Are his demons compelling him to act?:

So, I've been accused of molesting a little boy. Those close to me know I didn't do it of course, how could I, I'm not even a pedophile. Well, I'm not a psychopath either, I feel the full force and pain of everyone I have ever hurt, but that doesn't stop me from doing what I need to do. Ultimately my feelings don't matter, I learned that in prison. I have to carry out my orders or a lot worse than just me dying could happen.

April 24th Duncan's weblog reveals that he is sinking into dementia and giving in to his murderous tendencies:

Yes, I am still alive. I honestly wish not, I just don’t know how to kill myself so it makes sense. Nothing makes sense to me right now. Last night I realized I was “scared and alone.” Being scared doesn’t bother me as much as being alone, but it is a fate that I probably chose sometime before I was ever born because I’ve been making the decision to fight my battles alone since I was a small child. The current battle is of epic proportions (I do not make this claim idly either). It is a battle between me and my demons. Only two people in the world have a clue as to the power and nature of my demons (besides me) and they will probably never read this. But just the same, these demons are stronger than even I gave them credit for, and now they are taking my best blows and not even staggering. I’m afraid, very afraid. If they win then a lot of people will be badly hurt, and they’ve had their way before, so I know what they can do. I’ve been praying a lot and asking God for help. I’ve asked him to step in and intercede directly, because I see no other way at this point that I can win. If you are reading this, and you believe in God, please pray for God to help me defeat my demons. God has shown me the right choice, but my demons have me tied to a spit and the fire has already been lit. I don’t know if the right choice is even an option any more!

April 27 -- License plates stolen in Newton County, Mo.

May 4 -- 2005 red Jeep Grand Cherokee stolen in St. Paul, Minn.

May 6 -- A warrant is issued in Fargo, N.D., for convicted sex offender Joseph Edward Duncan III, 42, who has failed to stay in touch with his probation agent. Duncan, considered a high-risk offender, was released by Minnesota authoritues in April on a $15,000 bond.

May 11th, four days before the last time two members of the Groene family and friend Mark McKenzie are seen alive, at a barbecue with others in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho. This entry revels that Duncan had committed other unnamed crimes, one assumes of a grotesque and sexual nature, and had not been caught. It is interesting to note that Duncan's demons lead him to question the existence of God--demons, on the other hand, are much easier to believe in.

Thanks for the comments. As far as letting God take care of the Demons, too late. They've locked up the "Happy Joe" person in the same dungeon that "Happy Joe" kept them in for so many years. Now they are loose and I am very afraid. 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).

I have been asking God to help defeat the demons. In fact, last night I was on my knees begging him, crying out loud to him, to help me. He didn't answer, again. The problem is I am loosing my religion. I don't accept anything at face value, not even my own thoughts. So when I start having religious convictions I question the source. And in my current situation I figure I am under a lot of stress, and there are perfectly natural human mechanisms that account for all religious experiences. 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.

May 13th: The last entry. Two days later Joseph Duncan will murder Brenda Kay Groene, 40; her son Slade, 13; and Brenda's boyfriend McKenzie, 37. Duncan also abducts Dylan Groene, 9, who he later murders and his sister Shasta, 8. This entry is troubling and reveals that Duncan had a plan in mind. It's also troubling given the fact that a warrant for Duncan's arrest had been out since May 6th. What were the police doing in the meantime? It's obvious that Duncan was at home--he was blogging for God's sake!:

My blog entries lately are erratic and full of a lot of B.S., for that I apologize. I am just trying to put down what is in my head, regardless. As far as "taking people with me" well, I don't know if that is right or wrong. In fact, I don't know much any more what right and wrong even is. My view is either everything is right (in some regard) or everything is wrong (in some other regard).

The question (one I am struggling with at this point) is, "Does it matter?"
Does anything matter? My mother is crying right now, because her son is in trouble again. She tried to raise a good son, and she knows her son has a good heart, so why does he do these things? She is probably more hurt and confused than me. Does it matter? It hurts me to know these things, but DOES IT MATTER???

A hundred years from now, all my mothers pain will be forgotten, and other mothers will cry for there sons. A million years from now there probably won't be any mothers (at least not like we know).

I have feelings, in fact I think I must be more sensitive than most people because I seem to feel more than they do, at least more than what they openly express. I feel for the starving children and families in the world, others say, "Oh, that's too bad, but I can't do anything so..."

I wish I could be more honest about my feelings, but those demons made sure I'd never be able to do that. I might not know if it matters, but just in case, I am working on an encrypted journal that is hundreds of times more frank than this blog could ever be (that's why I keep it encrypted). I figure in 30 years or more we will have the technology to easily crack the encryption (currently very un-crackable, PGP) and then the world will know who I really was, and what I really did, and what I really thought. Also, maybe then they will understand that despite my actions, I'm not a bad person, I just have a disease contracted from society, and it hurts a lot.

I hope to complete this journal before I die (soon) or turn myself in (I still might do that, I think it is the right thing, but of course, I'm not sure).

Speak of being sure; I wish I could be sure about my thoughts. But right now the only thing I'm sure about is that I'm sure about nothing. It is not a good position to be in considering my circumstances (being a felony fugitive and all).

More from his site:

Here is a disgustingly ironic piece of advice from this piece of human shit in an earlier post:

[In response to comments in a forum on castrating sex offenders ...] if someone attacked my wife or child I would at least try to forgive them (I'm not perfect, or holier than anyone), and I would likely get even more upset when I hear people talk about fighting crime with more crime. It is one of those vicious cycles and the only way out is, you guessed it, Love. Christ tried to teach us, love your enemy; not love your loved ones (thatÂ’s a given). Not because God wants us to, but because our ultimate happiness depends on it.

As long as we keep attacking the symptoms of social disease--the so called offenders--then our problems will keep getting worse. Some day (soon I hope) society will be forced to "wake up" and recognize how it propagates its own misery by denying the truth that criminals are victims too.

Just found out that a five year old girl went missing from Chisholm MN on June 14, 2003 (this year). I did not even know until today that this happened. So, I tried to figure out what I was doing that day, since I'm always afraid of getting accused when something like this happens. According to my Quicken entries that was the day that I went to watch a couple of my co-workers jump out of an airplane (tandem jumps). I had purchased a package of depends (adult diapers) as a joke, and some 8mm tapes for my camcorder that morning. I also Went shopping that day at Cashwise and bought over a $100 worth of food, (a major grocery shopping trip) but when I checked my file for these receipts to see what time I was at Cash Wise (the grocery store) I discovered the receipts were missing. Makes me wonder. I'm going to have to look for them some more. You might say that finding out about the girl missing is the proverbial last straw. Because of all the other recent incidents in the news lately, especially regarding missing people and the resulting intensification of the persecution of sex offenders, I've decided to start this blog as a sort of check and balance of where I am. This is for my own safety. I figure it is just a matter of time before I am falsely accused of some crime or another. I already had the police at my door telling me some women down town were waving my picture around (that they printed from the internet) accusing me of harassing them for a date (a part of town IÂ’ve never been to and women I never heard of, but the police acted as if they knew it was me). The visit was very intimidating and not friendly. I was "warned" that I was being watched as a known sex offender. The visit made me consult an attorney for advice; he told me there was nothing I could do unless charges were filed. I feel like a southern black man, just wondering when the lynch mob is going to show at my door accusing me of raping a white girl. Today (yesterday actually, right now it is 1:23 am Sunday) I stayed home mostly, played Delta Force on-line and dinked around. I went to HornbauckerÂ’s and bought a few groceries and some B-day cards for some friends (Dave and Dee). I got a call from my boss at 4:40. He wanted to tell me about a new technology he'd been playing around with that could make several of the projects I've been involved with simpler to implement (MS ISA). I had a chef salad for lunch and cheese and summer sausage later for a snack in leu of dinner.

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