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By Ron Johnson 06/01/2021: 


Act 1


To begin this story, I wanted to make sure everyone who reads it has a clear and present understanding of the word Entrapment, its meaning (to catch in or as if in a trap) and how it’s used by the Law.


Entrapment is a practice in which a law enforcement agent or agent of the state induces a person (that someone would be me) to commit a "crime" that the person would have otherwise been unlikely or unwilling to commit.

In other worlds this is a story about how the conception and planning of an offense by an officer or agent at the AZ police Dept. or the AZ Dept. of Liquor or both colluded to convince Anton Ortiz, someone who called himself my friend and his wife Cindy to lure me into danger, difficulty, and a compromising situation through trickery, persuasion and fraud of the officer or state agent.

Officer or state agents conduct rising to the level of entrapment is broadly discouraged and thus, in many jurisdictions, is available as a defense against criminal liability. Sting operations, through which police officers or agents engage in deception to try to catch persons who are committing crimes, raise concerns about possible entrapment.


While on the other hand depending on the law in the jurisdiction, the prosecution may be required to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant was not entrapped, or the defendant may be required to prove that they were entrapped as an affirmative defense.

The reason I named this story Entrapment is quite simple. You see years ago, I decided to go into the liquor business after spending over ten years developing my luxury brand. Then after winning a bronze medal in the San Francisco World Spirit Competition. An exceptional win considering the Naturell luxury brand competed against hundreds of well-known brands placing third behind an internationally known brand that’s been on the market since the 1860’s. I decided it was time to launch my brand.


In doing so I first contracted with a local distillery and paid them upfront to contract produce my products. I then reached out to other vendors to produce the raw materials I needed and have them shipped to the distillery in Flagstaff Arizona. I then applied for an AZ wholesalers license and that’s when all hell broke lose and I found myself charged with four felonies and a misdemeanor for things they know never happened.


As it turns out I found one of the reasons I was indited and charged with four felonies was because Dana Kanzler, one of the owners of the distillery I paid to produce my products testified under oath in front of a Grand Jury that he was not in business with me. He stated he hardly knew me. This I found out much later. I am not sure if he was pressured into making such a statement or if he just lost his memory in an instant. But I find it ironic he did not forget to cash my check.


As court went on my then attorney started to produce these things called timestamped documents and email with dates, times and words on them such as the ones below. (By clicking on each image below) one would clearly know this man Dana Kanzler was in business with me to produce my product. Isn’t it amazing how facts trump lies?


It's also amazing that the state allowed Dana Kanzler to knowingly lie to a Grand Jury for the soul purpose of convicting me. I personally delivered a copy of the contract between the distillery and my company to the AZ Dept of Liquor. The world knows if a Black person lied to a Grand Jury, they would be held accountable. But when it comes to white privilege the law in Arizona only works for whites.


Over the next year and a half as their case fell apart, they tried a hell marry, you got, Entrapment. They sent another Black man and several others to help them take me down. I give them an A for effort, but they failed and eventually all charges were drop in 2013. By this time, I estimate they cost me over a billion dollars. You can read the whole story about that ordeal by clicking the link to “If You Are An, Entrepreneur Arizona Is The, Place You Want to Be” The Ron Johnson Story


Click to view emails between Ron Johnson and Dana Kanzler

Act 2

Déjà vu. Low and behold eight years later here we go again. These people never stopped coming after me even though I live out of the state half the time. I believe it has something to do with the story I have published in about my experience when they first tried to treat me like a runaway slave.


On April 24, 2021 I meet Anton Ortiz at a cigar bar usually he stays in his lane but this day he was just a little to cooky and I knew the others he was sitting with were undercovers. Filling brazen Anton stated that his wife Cindy has a very sick friend name Joe, who asked about my rum which is why she had him ask if I could make Joe a personalized bottle of one of my cocktails. Before I had the luxury of working with a distillery and if I wanted to produce a personal bottle I could. But making a bottle for a stranger at this point would be illegal and a jailable offence.


A few days went by and on May 6, 2021 I revived a text from Anton asking about the bottle, I never replied that day. (See text from Anton Ortiz below.)


At this point the jig was up and there was no way he was getting off easy. I had to let Anton and his wife Cindy know that I know they had a hand in trying to Entrap me for some time back. I did this by sending the nicely worded email below.


Which reads.


“Anton, I don’t really have the words to let you know what I think of you or your wife so I will keep it as classy as I can. “False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.” ~ Christian Nestell Bovee

You forget I have eyes everywhere. I’ve always known your job was to gather information. My question is why and to what end? I’ve never done one thing to you or

your’ wife. It must have been some really good lies they told you about me for you to cross me for not committing crimes. They enlisted you to gather info on me for simply being me. You and your wife have to be real low lives for trying set me up so they can take me down.


As for you and your wife common scenes is free my fake friend, real friends do things they hang. All you did was ask questions that never ended. So be it as it may my fake friend the time has come for you and me to part ways because your slip is showing, and I don’t roll that way.


Whatever they’re paying you and your wife must be great. Let me give you an education on alcohol 101. If what I created is not mine and so illegal wouldn’t you as smart as you claim be known that it should have been easy to make all the fake charges stick the first time around?


Also, I competed against hundreds of brands and they all know who I am. Don’t you think it’s strange that not one has said what’s mine I stole from them? I even have an open challenge for the any spirits brand in the world to go up against one of my blends. This is public knowledge.


With that said I barley know your wife, she’s not my friend I gave you some of my mixtures and said this is for her as a gustier for the art. And keep passing samples as I worked on them because I knew this day would come to pass. And it did when you asked me to make a personalized bottle for a stranger you call Joe, when I never gave you one my fake friend...


Like I told you before I tell you what I want you to know, which is nothing and precisely why their putting pressure on you to get me to make a bottle with a label. Just like before only they used a person who looked like me Black.


I’ve told you before I have recording devices and cameras in most of the cars I drive. I also have several recordings of our talks. I even have the recording from one of my buttonhole cameras of you asking me to make a bottle for your wife’s friend just as you did in your text (see attached photos).


I have all my affairs in order, so I am ready for whatever lies they bring this time around too. Now when it comes to you my fake friend “beat IT” I don’t ever want to lay eyes on you again.”


“There is no fall greater than the one from a burnt bridge. ~ Carlos Wallace,


Seeing the lengths, the AZ police Dept. or the AZ Dept. of Liquor or both has gone in the past and now present to entrapment and jail me which both failed. There is nothing left but murder. Jailing me happened a few years ago it did not work. The setup happened a few weeks ago, it did not work.


And seeing how they keep coming after me time and time again I believe murdering me is a last option because my facts like the ones in this story show they screwed up bad. And should never have come after me in the first place for starting a business in America.


The problem is from the jump my skin tone and I did not fit the description of a liquor brand owner. WHITE, case closed.

I have documented facts in safe keeping with several people around the country. And I am prepared for whatever lies they bring against me in any court. Everyone knows video, emails, text and phone conversations speak for themselves.

This is precisely why ​I am now of the belief that should I meet my untimely demises / Murder it will be at the hands of one or both agencies. I grew up on the Southside of Chicago in the Altgeld Gardens housing Projects. Death I am not afraid of as it was part of my life every day.

This transcript and other information were sent to the FBI Civil Rights Division in Phoenix, Arizona, and a few major news outlets throughout the country so they know the who, when, where, why and what should I no longer have a voice.


Ron Johnson

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