My past few posts have been about the Mandalay Bay massacre, which took place on Sunday, October 1, 2017.
On October 15, Your News Wire posted an article about the mysterious disappearances, including one death, of those who either saw the shooter or were at the concert.
I won’t go into the security guard at this time. Below is a summary and additional information about two others, ending with video testimony from two more not mentioned in the article.
Chad Nishimura is a young Hawaiian who was a valet at Mandalay Bay when the shooter checked in.
On Tuesday, October 3, a Hawaiian ABC affiliate KITV4 ran a story on Nishimura’s encounter with the shooter. The story was subsequently deleted from their website. You can read it here, and it is also available via The Red Elephants and Neon Nettle.
KITV’s article reads in part:
A Kamehameha graduate working as a valet at the Mandalay Bay Resort said he parked the shooter’s car on Saturday. The gunman, 64-year-old Stephen Paddock, checked his car into the hotel on Saturday morning.
Valet Chad Nishimura, who is from Mililani, said he spoke briefly with Paddock.
“Just in shock, really. It’s scary to know that I was close to someone that was that dangerous. I would’ve never thought. He seemed like a normal guy. When he came in, nothing too weird about him. He didn’t have any crazy bags with him that I can remember. We are a convention hotel so we have a bunch of people that have boxes and multiple carts worth of stuff. There’s nothing weird that I can remember,” Nishimura said.
Nishimura and hundreds of employees at Mandalay Bay are cooperating with FBI agents as investigations continue.
Your News Wire tells us that Nishimura:
disappeared without trace after giving a statement to a Hawaiian mainstream news network, KITV4, about his brush with the killer. Nishimura directly contradicted the official narrative by claiming that Paddock arrived at the hotel with “not many bags” – certainly nowhere near enough to hold the amount of weapons and ammunition that was found in Paddock’s hotel suite.
The Red Elephants adds:
Even more strange is the fact that Social Media Accounts for Nishimura have been deleted as well.
The team at Neon Nettle searched for his social media accounts and posted screengrabs:
When searching Chad Nishimura’s social media accounts, it just leads to dead ends after his profiles have all been shut down.
His Facebook page now just has an error screen that says the page was removed.
Even his Linkedin profile has been taken down.
Hmmmmm. I very much hope he is all right.
Kymberley Suchomel was with friends at the concert on October 1. She was found dead at her home in California on Monday, October 9.
She and her grandmother Julie Norton co-founded a charity called the High Desert Phoenix Foundation, so her death should raise questions. She was well-known and admired in her home town, Apple Valley.
Your News Wire says:
The cause of her death has yet to be confirmed.
Kymberley Suchomel was one of the lucky attendees at the Route 91 music festival in Las Vegas who managed to escape the hail of bullets without being injured. Shortly after fleeing the scene with friends, she made a statement to mainstream media claiming that there were “multiple gunmen” firing weapons into the crowd and that she was chased by one such man.
When she was questioned on the veracity of her story, given the official story that there was only one gunman, she said that she was more than “100% sure” that she was right.
You can read Suchomel’s detailed Facebook testimony in full, archived here and here. It is dated October 5.
Excerpts follow, so please be sure to read the whole post, which is harrowing:
I have been receiving phone calls, messages & texts galore since Sunday night, and I have been providing the same copy & pasted message to each of those who have contacted me. A really quick, vague, account of what happened at the Route 91 Festival in Las Vegas. It has been nearly 72 hours since the nightmare took place, and I am finally able to sit here & put into words my own personal account. I have attached some photos of the fun we did have …
After about 20 minutes of Jason Aldean’s set, I got this overwhelming feeling to go stand over by [her friend] Casie. I can’t tell you why, but I did. The entire time I was dancing next to her I kept thinking to myself, “why? Why don’t I go back to my spacious area?? There is no room to dance over here.. I am not having a good time over here… okay, on the next song I will”. But, there wasn’t a next song.
From about 50 feet in front of us, and a little to the right, fire crackers were set off. Let me repeat that… FIRE CRACKERS WERE SET OFF. I verbally stated “some asshole just shot of fire crackers in close proximity to so many people”. I was literally pissed off. You could see Jason Aldean look to his left kind of startled by it, but he was also clearly irritated. I would say about 15 seconds later, the first volley of gunfire was released. It was a shorter volley than any of the others, and the gunfire was not as close together either. EVERYONE looked up, down, around. We thought it was more fire crackers at first, but then Ricky reached over, told us all to put our boots on, quickly. And the volley ended. Then people started to panic. The gentlemen behind me looked at me as I was putting on my boots, half laying down, and said “calm down crazy, its just fireworks, jeez”. That is when the 2nd volley went off, [friend] Ricky yelled at us all to get down, flat, & we immediately knew there was someone shooting at us. I remember getting down, but I didn’t lay flat for some reason, thinking- oh my gosh, I need to get flatter than I am now, but my body just wouldn’t let me. That was the 2nd volley. At the end of that volley ( I am still struggling to get my boots on), we turned and tried to run, but the people behind us still weren’t moving. I yelled at the lady “RUN! ITS GUNFIRE! RUUUUUUUUUNNNNN!!!” The look on her face was pure terror, but she finally dropped her stuff and turned to begin running…. But then the 3rd volley hit… and it was close. Very, very close to us. I could physically see the impact of the bullets on the astro-turf, I could feel the warmth & the passing of bullets. Once that 3rd volley was over, Casie linked her arm into mine, and we decided at that moment we weren’t stopping- we were getting the Hell out of there. And I do mean Hell. We were in literal Hell. The gentlemen that mocked me stating it was just fireworks fell to the ground, and he never got back up. The lady behind me (who was now in front of me) who was terrified as I told her to run, never got back up. I actually had to physically step over her body to run (something I am still struggling with, so please don’t attack me. I was absolutely in flight-or-fight mode). There was another person to my right who also wasn’t moving. We ran. I don’t know what direction we ran, I don’t know towards which landmark we ran. We just ran. It was at this time our group got split up. Casie & I were together. Ricky, Cassie & Mendy were together.
We were rounding some sort of corner maybe- and I looked to the right and I saw this large cowboy sitting down with his legs spread, holding a blood-soaked woman. I thought to myself “we NEED to hide”, but as I looked quickly for somewhere to go, the gunfire once again got closer and closer. We couldn’t hide because they (and I do mean THEY) were chasing us. That exact moment is when I started to really panic. That is the exact moment in which I thought this was it, I was going to die, I was never going to see my family again. So, as we are running, we approach this fence where men are throwing women over, and we ran up to it as they had knocked It down, so we were able to get out. As we crossed the threshold of the venue, my mind went straight to other mass shootings and hearing the victim’s families in my head talk about how they never got to say goodbye. I did not want this for my husband (who was at work) & my grandma (who had my daughter, Scarlett). So, at 10:07pm I called my husband franticly leaving him a voicemail- telling him that I loved him and was in the middle of a shooting & I wasn’t sure if I would make it out alive. Next, while still running, I called my grandma to tell her the exact same thing. But the gunfire wasn’t stopping this whole time. It wasn’t ceasing. It wasn’t slowing down. And It was directly behind us, following us. Bullets were coming from every direction. Behind us, in front of us, to the side of us. But I know, I just know, that there was someone chasing us. The entire time I felt this way. The farther we got from the venue, the closer the gunfire got. I kept looking back expecting to see the gunmen- and I say MEN because there was more than one person. There was more than one gun firing. 100% more than one. As we were running, we kept changing direction, because it felt like no matter what direction we took, we were being followed. So we ended up running in a weird triangular path. The first place I remember getting to was a parking lot, and I told Casie (who was slightly in front of me) we needed to get under one of the trucks. She turned to me and started her way back to me, and that is when the gunfire got even CLOSER than ever before. It was RIGHT THERE. It was within the parking lot. Everyone around us was panicking once again. So we ditched the idea of getting underneath a vehicle, and we continued the run for our lives. If you know me, you know I am a big girl, who is out of shape, and who definitely does not run for any reason. But I can tell you I ran like I have never run before …
Can you feel the terror and horror? There is a lot more. All made it to safety.
This is what happened in the days that followed:
I have be[en] watching the news non-stop since I arrived back home to my family. And it just doesn’t make sense. The story that are feeding everyone doesn’t add up to our eyewitness accounts. There is something wrong with what they are saying & the evidence seems fake if you ask me. There are multiple people stating that there was a lady towards the beginning of the evening who had made her way up to the stage warning people that we were all gunna die- her and her boyfriend were escorted off the premises. Why has she not been mentioned by authorities? Every single survivor I have talked to also remembers multiple shooters, and at least one from the ground- why aren’t we being taken more seriously? Tons of things don’t add up.
I know I am forgetting a bunch of what happened, and I will edit this post to include it as I remember.
I praise our Lord & Savior, Jesus Christ, for surviving a horrific incident. People were dropping like flies all around me, and there is absolutely ZERO reason why I wasn’t at least struck with a bullet. I left the Route 91 Festival completely unharmed physically, besides some scrapes and super sore bones & muscles. Mentally, however, is a different story. I do okay during the day, but as soon as nightfall hits, I get super scared & anxious. I am even typing this up with butterflies in my stomach and a racing heart. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to go anywhere, ever. I can no longer be in any place with large crowds- concerts, festivals, theme parks, zoos, etc. I can no longer trust anyone around me. I can no longer close my eyes without seeing those bodies & hearing the sound of gunfire. I am ruined, as are thousands upon thousands of people.
On October 11, California’s Seacoastonline.com reported Kymberley Suchomel’s death. Her grandmother, Julie Norton, spoke to the reporter:
Norton found Suchomel just after 8:30 a.m. when she arrived to care for her 3-year-old great-granddaughter, Scarlett. She believes Suchomel may have died in her sleep after her husband, Mike, left for work at 4:30 a.m.
“Kymberley had epilepsy and she’s always been prone to seizures — she told her friend that she recently had three focal seizures,” Norton told the Daily Press. “I believe the stress from the shooting took her life.”
The article says that Suchomel also spoke to the local Victorville Daily Press and summarised what she told them as well as more of her Facebook posts:
“That was the night that my life, and the lives of my friends, and so many others were changed forever,” Suchomel told the Daily Press the day after the shooting. “I might have escaped unharmed, but I know that I’ve been emotionally and mentally scarred for life.”
Suchomel, who was taking medication for a pituitary tumor, shared her fear of trying to fall sleep at night as the “sounds of gunfire” become louder in her head and the images of “broken and bloody bodies” flashed through her mind.
She also took to Facebook to share how the “most ridiculous things,” such as the sound of her alarm or loud voices, would send her heart racing in fear. She also shared how fear would sweep over her when her daughter would toss her toys, move too quickly or begin talking loudly after being quiet.
In one post, Suchomel said she overcame her fear for a moment by venturing out of her house to have lunch with her friend. She also explained how she was able to focus on the pain caused by a tattoo gun and forget the pain “caused by the horrific event…”
That is nothing short of tragic. A young wife and mother robbed of her life. A loving husband and young daughter robbed of such a lovely lady.
How unconscionable and callous can the actors in this massacre be? They do not care!
Gio Rios and his girlfriend were in the front during the music festival. He reported similar testimony to Kymberley Suchomel.
I realise this video is nearly 45 minutes long, but it is worth watching. As with Suchomel’s testimony, Rios’s account differs greatly from the official police/FBI version of events (longer version here):
Rios and his girlfriend mustered all their adrenaline to keep on the run for four hours, three of which were spent hiding in a dumpster covering themselves with cardboard. When they were running, they ran then ducked to the ground. He said it was exhausting. His girlfriend, naturally, found it hard to keep up but she did.
Rios emphasises that the bullets they experienced that night were coming from a horizontal, not an angled, direction. So, gunmen were shooting directly at people. This wasn’t coming from the 32nd floor of the Mandalay.
Furthermore, gunfire was all over the area, wherever they went in the immediate aftermath.
They went to the Tropicana, where they were told to go into the casino. Rios wisely did not want to be around crowds but wanted a quick escape route where they could not be seen and could move relatively easily. Just after a man with a suitcase — he thinks a gun case — told them to go into the casino at the Tropicana, gunfire broke out there (in the casino). Luckily, Rios’s wit kept him and his girlfriend from following orders.
They ran past by wounded people, sometimes dead bodies. Women were overcome, and one projectile vomited. There was more gunfire outside once they found a parking garage. A man tried to take Rios’s girlfriend by the arm, trying to lead her away. Rios wasn’t having that. A short time later, they found the dumpster, where they hid for three hours, he thinks. They heard a helicopter circling round and round, long after Rios’s father sent him a text to say that the gunman had been shot dead.
When everything quietened down, they climbed out of the dumpster and tried to go to their hotel or to the home of Rios’s relative. They encountered a policeman. Rios asked if the officer could take them to the relative’s home. The officer told them they would have to go to the Tropicana.
There, they were told to go to another floor, walking along a windowed — all glass — hallway to a room where blankets and water were supplied. They stayed there for an hour or so. People from nearby hotels were there. The first allowed to go back to their rooms were those from the Tropicana. Others were released at lengthy intervals to return hotel by hotel.
Once the two were back at their hotel, Rios stayed up to watch what President Donald Trump would say. Rios was deeply disappointed Trump did not call this for what Rios says it was:
a terrorist attack.
I, too, am disappointed that this occurred on Trump’s watch, but Trump is also battling the Deep State every day. These black ops — Deep State — operations have been ongoing for decades, getting worse and worse.
Rios gave his testimony by telephone to the FBI. He is still waiting to be called in for an interview.
Laura Loomer’s witness
Laura Loomer is an independent investigative journalist who spent several days in Las Vegas trying to uncover the truth about what happened. She has since returned to New York but continues to monitor events as they unfold.
Two other independent journalists — Mike Tokes and Jason Goodman — accompanied her, taking turns per assignment.
On Saturday, October 14, Jason Goodman released a video of Laura Loomer interviewing a young man and woman, both from Las Vegas, who were at the Route 91 festival and described many of the same things that Kymberley Suchomel and Gio Rios did:
Hello, keyboard sleuths, are we seeing a pattern here?
The young woman spoke more than her friend. She, too, is upset by the disparity of what witnesses saw and the official narrative.
Like Rios, she also wants to know when she will be called in to give her account of events to the authorities.
She said she is trying to heal emotionally, but it is hard for her to do so — and to sleep at night — when the authorities are giving out so little information:
The police, FBI and whoever else is behind this are acting despicably. Words cannot describe what these witnesses are going through right now. And to think that the injured — and the dead — involuntarily paid for this with tax dollars!