Former Pittsburgh Steelers defensive end Ray Seals has reportedly passed away at age 59. Quietly. Too quietly.
There is, oddly, no specific date of death, no cause of death, no obituary with details. According to Sports Illustrated, “his friend” Nini Marie confirmed the news on social media.” That’s it. Just… confirmed.
One anagram of “Nini Marie” is:
“I Am In Rein”
A strange little phrase—perhaps meaningless. Or perhaps a coded signature. Especially when we remember the story of Ray’s cousin:
Enter: Jonny Gammage (or “Jon E. Gammage”)
Jonny Gammage was a 31-year-old Black businessman who, in October 1995, was pulled over while driving a luxury Jaguar—a car registered to none other than Ray Seals. The location: Brentwood, Pennsylvania.
Brentwood, California: Where O.J. Simpson lived.
Brentwood, Pennsylvania: Where Jonny Gammage died.
Two Black men, two Brentwoods, two radically different outcomes.
But when we look at the details, it reads more like a stage play with poor choreography than a credible police report.
Gammage was stopped for driving erratically. When it was discovered the registration was expired and not in his name, he was ordered out of the car. He allegedly became violent. A struggle ensued. Multiple officers subdued him using batons, flashlights, punches, and eventually positional asphyxiation. CPR was performed for 48 minutes, but Gammage died at the hospital.
Breaking Down the “Facts”
1. “The phone looked like a weapon.”
Officer Vojtas claimed he thought the cell phone Gammage held was a weapon. So he struck him with a flashlight.
📎 Problem: In 1995, cell phones were common and did not resemble weapons. This tired trope—”I thought it was a gun”—has become a go-to excuse in excessive force cases.
2. “Gammage lunged at Vojtas.”
📎 Problem: This is classic escalation spin. “Lunged” is vague, subjective, and unverifiable. No dashcam. No bodycam. No credible witnesses. Just narrative.
3. “Four men slid down the driver’s side to the ground.”
📎 Problem: Are we supposed to imagine a Keystone Cops Slip ’n’ Slide moment? This phrasing is so oddly specific, it borders on slapstick. Tactical units don’t tumble. This is a cartoon.
4. “Henderson retrieved a flashlight and struck Gammage in the legs.”
📎 Problem: So while one officer’s allegedly getting bitten and others are trying to cuff him, one guy pauses to strategically attack his legs? Was Gammage breakdancing in the chaos?
5. “Vojtas punched Gammage in the face, then left to await the paramedics.”
📎 Problem: Adrenaline doesn’t work like that. If you’re panicked enough to punch someone repeatedly, you’re not walking away calmly mid-brawl to go file paperwork.
6. “Albert used a baton on Gammage’s chest to lift him.”
📎 Problem: A baton on the chest as a lifting tool? That’s like saying you used a hammer to fluff a pillow. This is violence being reframed as assistance.
7. “They cuffed his hands in front, but he kept fighting.”
📎 Problem: If the man is handcuffed in front, and already overwhelmed by officers, how is he fighting hard enough to need his legs tied down by paramedics?
8. “Mulholland noticed he wasn’t breathing. CPR was performed for 48 minutes.”
📎 Problem: Standard paramedic protocol typically does not extend CPR beyond 20–30 minutes unless vital signs return. Forty-eight minutes reads like narrative padding—a last-ditch PR move to say “we tried.”
Missing Paperwork, Missing Death?
There’s no publicly accessible SSDI (Social Security Death Index) record confirming Jonny Gammage’s death.
Even more bizarre, Intelius—a database for public records—lists Gammage as a living individual, aged 60.
Mistake? Clerical lag? Or is Jonny not as “gone” as we’ve been told?
Dr. Cyril Wecht Chimes In
Dr. Cyril Wecht, famed forensic pathologist, performed an independent autopsy and said this on CBS This Morning:
“He died as a result of asphyxiation due to compression of the lower neck and upper chest… through the application of some instrumentality.”
He speculated that it may have been a nightstick or truncheon, pressed with sustained force.
Now, Wecht is a go-to media coroner for mysterious, high-profile deaths: JFK, RFK, JonBenet Ramsey, Kurt Cobain, Elvis… It’s almost like when Wecht shows up, the story is about to be framed for national consumption.
Ritual Inversion: The O.J. Connection
Here’s where it gets metaphysical:
- O.J. Simpson’s trial began June 1994, ended October 3, 1995.
- Jonny Gammage died October 12, 1995—nine days after the O.J. verdict.
- O.J. lived in Brentwood, California.
- Gammage died in Brentwood, Pennsylvania.
This brings us to the theory of ritual inversion—a concept in occult and psychological operations.
The Inversion:
- O.J. Simpson: Acquitted on live television. Despite overwhelming media pressure, he walks free. A symbol of Black agency, whether deserved or not.
- Jonny Gammage: Dies in the shadows, off-camera. A symbol of Black subjugation, snuffed out in silence.
In this theory, O.J. was the illusion of power, and Gammage was the ritual sacrifice to restore the natural order—in the eyes of the state, anyway.
At best, it’s a pile of unresolved questions.
At worst? A staged narrative of control, reversal, and erasure.
If O.J. was America’s dark fantasy of a Black man walking free, then Jonny Gammage may have been the perceived tax collected for that fantasy.
Epilogue: My Brief But Unforgettable Brush with Officer John “Thumb-Biter” Vojtas
I actually have a two-degrees-of-regrettable-separation from Officer John Vojtas, infamous for his starring role in the Jonny Gammage tragedy. Back in the late ‘90s, I was dating a woman—let’s call her “Suzy Q”, mostly because she insisted that CCR wrote that song about her, and honestly… they may have. She was a real live wire—think high-octane personality marinated in vodka and whatever pills were within arm’s reach.
Now, I went into the relationship thinking I could just ride the wave, maybe have a little fun, soak up some chaos, and bail before the storm hit. Spoiler alert: the wave smashed into a seawall, and I wound up spending the only three hours of my life behind bars, courtesy of our love story’s natural conclusion.
But here’s the twist: Suzy Q had frequent run-ins with Officer Vojtas, and would regularly refer to him with colorful language, mostly variations on “piece of sh*t,” sometimes with extended vowels for emphasis. She claimed he was corrupt, vindictive, and possibly—in her own heavily hinted way—an occasional visitor to her bedroom, though that may have just been my own insecure imagination blending with her tendency to overshare after two wine coolers and a Xanax.
Anyway, picture this: it’s a sunny-ish afternoon, we’re drinking on her patio (as we often were—Suzy Q believed deeply in outdoor day-drinking as a spiritual practice), when she gets into a full-blown, top-volume screaming match with the neighbors downstairs. You know the kind: low-budget “Jerry Springer” meets “COPS” energy.
Soon enough, Brentwood’s finest rolls up. And by that, I mean Officer Vojtas himself, banging on the door like we owed him money. Now, most people would maybe open the door or at least pretend to acknowledge law enforcement.
Suzy?
She took one long drag from her cigarette, stared straight ahead like a battle-hardened outlaw, and said, “Ignore him. He’ll go away.”
And you know what?
He did.
Just… vanished. No arrests, no citations, no cuff-induced faceplants. It was like she had Jedi mind-tricked him through the closed door. To this day, I’m still not sure if she had dirt on him, or if he was just legitimately afraid of that woman’s energy.
Either way, that’s the story. No big confrontation. No scandalous reveal. Just a surreal encounter involving a volatile girlfriend, an allegedly corrupt cop, and a small-town soap opera. .
End of story.
End of relationship.
End of my desire to ever return to Brentwood.
Piece of Mindful 
Susie Q” is a rockabilly song co-written and performed by American musician Dale Hawkins[4] released in 1957. (Wikipedia)
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I liked this story, and did not know where it was headed. It ended with a poignant lesson, that most times flames self-extinguish, like your romance. But the kicker is Intellius and a man alive and sixty years of age. I did some work on serial killers and victims, finding many of those victims, or people of the same name and age, alive. It’s not proof, as a such a thing rarely exists outside of mathematics, but suggested to me that tales of serial killers (Dahmer, who ate his victims), for instance, are just wet dreams of failed novelists sitting in cramped offices in Langley. With cops, MM wrote about Rodney King, suggesting that his name, King, was a family connection, this not too long after I wrote (at someone else’s suggestion) that Martin Luther King had morphed into Don King. Another King, BB, said in an interview played on a SXM channel, and I heard it clearly, that he was a Freemason, and that “all cops and judges are Freemasons.”
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PS: I set out to find living victims of Ted Bundy with very little success, as he operated in the 1970s and his supposed victims were women, most of whom probably married and changed their names, as was done back then. But it was intriguing, nonetheless, finding a solid clue here and there that he too was someone’s wet dream.
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But wait – where does the three hours behind bars come in, if he went away, and you ended things there?
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Yes, I realize this post is a bit of a tangled mess — and likely my final one here (or anywhere). Even with AI in the co-pilot seat, I just don’t have the time, energy, or interest to keep engaging in this kind of material. The 3D narratives all seem to follow the same recycled script, and honestly, I find them increasingly tiresome.
If I were to continue, it would have to be through a more metaphysical lens — and, well, that’s just not in the cards right now.
I gave it the ol’ college try, as they say. So, with that… I’m signing off.
Thanks, Mark, for providing a space where I could work some of this out.
Blah.
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In response to your question — after I broke things off with her, she broke into my house one night while I was asleep. I tried to physically escort her out, and she responded by calling 911. Despite the fact that it was my home, I’m male — so naturally, the assumption was that I was the aggressor.
We both ended up spending three delightful hours in holding at the local police station. Once we were released, it quickly became clear to everyone who the real hothead in the situation was.
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Kevin, old pal, I will miss your input, of course. You bring stuff here I can’t. I am close to signoff myself, and want to blame ghosting, that all trails to this blog are blocked. But I could change that if I only took time to promote it … I don’t know how. Worse, I don’t want traffic for its own sake. I could have become a professional writer, maybe made a go of it, but I could not stand the idea of being edited by … shallow Hal’s. So I stand alone, and it keeps getting lonelier. Is it time for a cabin in the woods?
Your girlfriend, the breakin, the three hours, remind me of the hardest lesson I ever learned in life, that no matter what it was that happened, I can always trace any troubles I have had back to … me. You could have avoided this siren song … I know how it works, so don’t imagine I don’t get what happened and how.
Who’s at fault? I married young to the best and smartest liar I’ve ever known. I began to resent her, to seeth in hatred, to boil in unhappiness, but I stayed in place, for the kids. In the end, she took possession of the kids, gathered them all in a queen bee hive around her, as her own mother had done, and I was ejected. I look in the mirror about that, and am relieved to be set free of any liability for the brats. They chose poorly, but I am glad they chose her over me. Things worked out. I had five children. I don’t much like four of them.
My fault! Mine all mine! I’ve got a good life now, a solid mate. Who gets credit for that? Me, I suppose. I say I only got lucky, but I have had a lot to do with my own happiness. Sins of youth and all that, but things can and do,work out.
You’re always welcome here, if there is a here.
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I didn’t mean to imply it’s a tangled mess, FWIW – just left that one point hanging. I can see how it would get tedious to go over the details of these repetitive pseudo-events. I skim some of those details, but appreciate learning about the whole thing – never knew or forgot this one. Good insight on the ritual inversion aspect. And the personal experience section is compelling – strange that there isn’t more interest/ comments on all that.. just me and the tumbleweeds out here..!
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Adding about “ritual inversion” –
It also may just be related to the writer’s craft, narrative tricks and tools in general.. though I suppose those may overlap with priestcraft and ritual etc.
I almost mentioned in the JFK posts, there’s a book – Secret societies and psychological warfare – by Michael Hoffman, that explains allegedly much of the symbolism of that “ritual killing of the king.” He takes it as a real event, but still gives much insight. (And its a highly readable short book.)
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Hey folks, I’m here reading eargerly each writing but I hold off on commenting because my comments rarely make it through the first time. Any way to fix that? I am listening and learning from all of you. I hope this site continues. Who will be left? Miles? Mag Bitter Truth? I’m reading the Stranger in a Jewish World blog but I find it odd that he says Jackie killed JFK. He has the Zapruder film and shows smoke coming from between the two and her mannerisms nano seconds after the kill shot are strange, too.
I hope this opens further conversations up conversation. I’ve only learned about the lies four years ago and have much more to learn. Your trusted sources list would help me if you decide to shut down this forum.
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Hey folks, I’m here reading eargerly each writing but I hold off on commenting because my comments rarely make it through the first time. Any way to fix that? I am listening and learning from all of you. I hope this site continues. Who will be left? Miles? Mag Bitter Truth? I’m reading the Stranger in a Jewish World blog but I find it odd that he says Jackie killed JFK. He has the Zapruder film and shows smoke coming from between the two and her mannerisms nano seconds after the kill shot are strange, too.
I hope this opens further conversations up conversation. I’ve only learned about the lies four years ago and have much more to learn. Your trusted sources list would help me if you decide to shut down this forum.
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Fakeologist blog, podcast and forums are a good resource.. his recent interview with “Michigan muckraker” was very interesting, especially the second half where she talks about her time in the military. Infinite Plane Society – Tim Osman – has related perspective (odyssee and other platforms.)
I sometimes can’t comment but it usually works.. no idea
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Agreed, I like Fakeologist and Ab. My only suggestion to him, as he runs so many long videos and interviews, is that he offer time stamps to access the better parts. I just don’t take the time to listen otherwise.
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Lisa, I hear you about needing this place to have a conversation. Miles is OK but no way to give feedback on his posts, which tend to be all over the place – he’s like a 300 hitter in baseball who gets stuff right at a high rate, but isn’t perfect – as no one is. Maybe a project, and I wouldn’t touch Cutting through the fog with a 10 foot pole. I love how he crows that 99% of the comments are positive. Yeah, just like fixed elections.
MAG bitter truth is/was very good – just a bit too much absorbed in fear and loathing. He was spending a lot of time early on with flat earth and trying to find a way out of this place – good luck. But I have a gut feeling he is genuine. I have known many Jamaicans and his personality fits – tough, independent, and a little crazy, in a good way.
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Perfect song!
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Hey folks, thank you all for your input. I really appreciate you taking the time to reply. I really don’t want this forum to end. Perhaps instead of researching new topics, we could discuss whatever is
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Here is the more
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I just read Tyrone’s writing of 2017 titled Three Jews Three. My comments don’t usually make it to POM so I’ll have my say and it can be forwarded, replied to or added to a new writing. Here goes. I think the Madness of King George III was a hoax to bring psychiatry and drugs to the masses. A woman was added to lend credence to the story as a mentally ill would be king killer whom I liken to Franz Ferndinand’s wife and Texas Governor Connally; a fake victim who survives to tell the tale. Three examples three. Sent from my iPhone
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I do not know why your comments would not make it here. I just searched spam and trash, but they’ve recently been emptied by WordPress, so no historical comments there.
If you comment and it does not appear, it is not me. I am not a crossing guard. Just email me at mpthct at proton.me and I will find it.
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Lisa – I agree, kind of surprised Mark doesn’t have more interest in writing about topical issues – like the current tariff tsuris (sp?). I have been very interested in that, trying to pierce the veil of how planned it all is, vs how genuinely factional between various power blocs. And speculating where it’s all headed, and what insights “modern monetary theory” might offer, etc.
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Exactly! and how many peop
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I just re-read an essay by Miles titled Wh
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I wish I knew how to fix your broken commenter..! You seem worse off than mehitabel, or whoever that bug was that had to jump around on typewriter keys to say anything.. archie and mehitabel, some ancient magazine humor..
maybe do a search on WordPress comment issues?
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Tim, I don’t lack interest, just insight. Please write it up, and I’d be happy to put it up with full credit to you.
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I understand, although I think it would be interesting to read whatever thoughts you do have about it – even if they’re inconclusive or “lack insight” – and see what ideas commenters offer.
I don’t have anything but speculation to offer either. I appreciate the offer but writing things up, in my experience, can suddenly become a huge undertaking – all credit to those of you who do sit down and make the effort.
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