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Hi, I'm Jake. I heard you're looking for me because of my involvement in the Capitol building incident. I wanted to call and address it. I'm not sure where I am right now, but I don't believe in running or hiding. I believe in the truth, my faith, and my country. I'm willing to talk and provide any information you need. I'll call the FBI after this. They're a bigger deal than the DCPD. Just let me know when you're ready to give me their number.

I want to end it all right now. Stop it. Don't do it. Shoot me and you'll go to jail for life. Are you going to shoot my mom? Who's pointing the gun at me again?

Here's my note to my family and shit. "Pace, love, unity, and guns." "My brother. Fuck up. Nine millimeter. Get fucked." "This message brought to you by BlackRock and ExxonMobil sponsored by Pabst Blue Ribbon, Brandon Herrera for president." "Yeah. I met Brandon Herrera at SHOT Show last year. He and I had a conversation, a brief conversation, but, like, we agreed on a lot of things. So y'all should vote for Brandon Herrera for president and vintage warfare promotes love and peace and accepting differences. Tomorrow." "I'm sorry to my family, but that's it. That's the only people I'm sorry to fuck those kids." "You didn't ask for death. I'll make my own" "Watch my nine millimeter go bang." "Where is your fucking god now?" "Don't forget to live, laugh, and love." "Tomorrow. I love you. I hate you. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel really good."

"Roommate, how long have you been planning this?" "Robinson, a bit over a week, I believe." "I can get close to it, but there is a squad car parked right by it." "I think they already swept that spot, but I don't wanna chance it." "I'm worried what my old man would do if I didn't bring back grandpa's rifle." "IDEK, if it's had a serial number, but it wouldn't trace to me." "I had to leave it in a bush where I changed outfits." "Didn't have the ability or time to bring." "I might have to abandon it and hope they don't find prints." "How the f will I explain losing it to my old man?" "The feds released a photo of the rifle, and it is very unique." "I'm gonna turn myself in willingly."

I love you guys. I made some choices, and I'm gonna be gone for a while. Sorry. I just wanna let you know I love you guys both, and I wish it had gone this way. I don't wanna say anything more and implicate you in any way because you guys don't know anything about this. But I love you guys, and I'm sorry for all the trouble this has caused.

The speaker says the person of interest was on call for work extracting eyeballs and needed to be sharp. The speaker recalls receiving text messages from him, including one where he said he made choices and didn't have much time to live. The speaker is hesitant to share a picture of the text message, as it was also sent to a friend. The speaker wants to send him a message saying that he loves him, he's still his best friend, and hopes he doesn't kill anyone else and surrenders for his family's sake. The speaker doesn't want him to give up on life or kill himself and is concerned he may have already done that. The text message prompted the speaker to call the police. The speaker clarifies his name is David Carlson, and he doesn't want the person of interest to be remembered only as a "crazy right winger gone nuts."

Hello, my love. You have no doubt heard of the shooting, and I must admit, 'twas I. I had hoped to keep the secret to the grave, but alas, I have not lasted the better part of an hour. 'Twas the hate of the man. You have not asked, but in case you were wondering where I hid the rifle, my love, 'twas over yonder by that lingering squad car. My old man shall surely be missing it presently. Do you remember how I was engraving bullets the other day in front of you? Well, it was just to do a big meme. I apologize to involve you and for this text to be so short, but I am on the lam. In conclusion, I beg you keep this from the prying eyes of the fuzz.

I almost went to jail because this dude just came up and spray painted me, my camera, and everything! He needs to stop right there. It's all over my phone, all over my glasses, all over the side of my head! Were you recording? I was pointed away, but I got it. It's all over my phone and glasses, though. Smile for the camera – gotcha!

I am overwhelmed with guilt and fear as I worry about the police catching up to me. I feel like a monster and want to set you free. However, I have decided that it is time to get rid of you because I cannot let your presence distract me from my role as the head writer and host of the popular TV show, Unbelievable Tales. I am deeply sorry for my actions.

My dad called to say Trump was shot, and I said "good" on the phone. He warned me not to say that. I want to apologize to my FBI agent. I don't support guns, but I hope for a positive outcome.

"drop what you're doing. Look under my keyboard." "I had the opportunity to take out Charlie Kirk, and I'm going to take it." "You're joking." "I had planned to grab my rifle from my drop point shortly after, but most of that side of town got locked down." "If I am able to grab my rifle unseen, I will have left no evidence." "I might have to abandon it and hope they don't find prints." "Remember how I was engraving bullets?" "The feds released a photo of the rifle, and it is very unique." "I'm gonna turn myself in willingly." "Robinson, don't talk to the media, please. Don't take any interviews or make any comments. If any police ask you questions, ask for a lawyer and stay silent."

I love you guys. I made some choices, and I'm gonna be gone for a while. Sorry. I just wanna let you know I love you guys both, and I wish it had gone this way. I don't wanna say anything more and implicate you in any way because you guys don't know anything about this. But I love you guys, and I'm sorry for all the trouble this has caused.

I walked towards the police with my hands up, feeling disoriented. I tried to show I wasn't a threat by moving my rifle behind me. Approaching a police car, I confessed to shooting someone. The officer warned me to back off or face pepper spray, telling me to go home.

Spray painting someone is a crime that could land you in jail. I don't want to go to jail, so you're lucky I'm letting you off easy. Some guy just came up and spray painted me, my camera, and everything else. Stop right there. You got my phone, my glasses. It's all over the side of my head. Were you recording? I was pointed away from them, but it's still on video. Smile, I got you.

Speaker expresses panic and intent to text his leftist trans lover with every detail of what he did, claiming he’d planned for a week. "Engrave the bullets." He narrates: "Disassemble the rifle. Reassemble the rifle. Disassemble the rifle. Disassemble the rifle. Reassemble the rifle without a screwdriver while running." He says, "Put it in the woods. Covered it in a towel. I did this for you, and send." He ends with: "Alright. It's a good thing that I, Tyler Robinson, someone who has a four point o GPA and a 34 on the ACT, is smart enough to know that there is no way that the FBI could ever get ahold of my text messages."

I want to end it all right now. Please stop. Don't do it. I won't give you any trouble. If you shoot me, you'll go to jail for life. Are you going to shoot my mom? Who's pointing that gun at me again?

I am Darcy Waldron. Yes, from Cayuga. You believe the shooter should have been a better shot, as per your Facebook post? I am working. Yes. I find that disrespectful and un-American. As a veteran, I am appalled. What have you done for this country? This is absurd. You are absurd, and I will make you well-known. Translation: I am Darcy Waldron from Cayuga. You think the shooter should have been more accurate based on your Facebook post? I am working. Yes. I find that disrespectful and un-American. As a veteran, I am appalled. What have you done for this country? This is absurd. You are absurd, and I will make you well-known.

I'm Darcy Waldron. Yes, from Cayuga. You believe the shooter should have been a better shot, as seen on Facebook? I'm working. You think the shooter should have been more accurate. That's wrong and un-American. As a veteran, I'm appalled. What have you done for this country? This is absurd. You're absurd, and I'm exposing you. Translation: I am Darcy Waldron from Cayuga. You think the shooter should have been more accurate, as stated on Facebook? I am working. You believe the shooter should have been better. This is wrong and un-American. As a veteran, I am disgusted. What have you contributed to this country? This is ridiculous. You are ridiculous, and I am making you famous.

The speaker says the person of interest was on call for work extracting eyeballs and needed to be sharp. He said he made choices, and that he didn't have much time to live. The speaker keeps a text message private because they write to people and doesn't know what their friend would think about sharing it. The speaker says to tell him they love him, he's still their best friend, and hopes he doesn't kill anybody else and surrenders himself for the sake of his family. The speaker doesn't want to see him killed and doesn't want him to give up on life or kill himself. The speaker called the police because of the text. The speaker says they had separate lives and never had in-depth conversations. The speaker's name is David Carlson. The speaker doesn't want him to be remembered as a crazy right winger gone nuts.

There was a shooting near 27th and Wisconsin on Wednesday. Gunshots were exchanged, and a man with a long gun was seen on camera. I returned gunfire and was fatally struck at the scene. Unfortunately, I managed to injure another officer before I died. Why does it matter if someone is gay or trans? Everyone is quick to judge my nephew without knowing what he was going through. This doesn't excuse my actions, but I was a good person. It's unbelievable how white men can commit mass shootings and walk away, while I was killed. People are joking about my shooting skills, but I served in the army and could have killed many if I wanted to.

I hope when this is all over, you remember who fired first. You've tried to kill the president twice, and now you've assassinated man for talking. You don't really wanna do this. K? 400,000,000 plus firearms in this country, and they don't belong to the left, bro. Yeah. If you think it's okay to murder someone because of their opinion, you get what's coming to you. You and yours.

On 09/10/2025, the roommate received a text from Robinson: "drop what you're doing. Look under my keyboard." The roommate found a note stating, "I had the opportunity to take out Charlie Kirk, and I'm going to take it." Police found a photograph of this note. The exchange reveals Robinson's plan to retrieve a rifle, noting he is "stuck in Orem for a little while longer yet. Shouldn't be long until I can come home, but I gotta grab my rifle still." He says, "To be honest, I had hoped to keep this secret till I died of old age. I am sorry to involve you." He adds, "I had enough of his hatred. Some hate can't be negotiated out. If I am able to grab my rifle unseen, I will have left no evidence." He describes hiding the rifle, "Only thing I left was the rapple was the rifle wrapped in a towel." He mentions grandpa's gun, "The feds released a photo of the rifle, and it is very unique." He notes, "since Trump got into office, my dad has been pretty diehard MAGA." He intends, "I'm gonna turn myself in willingly." He warns, "Don't talk to the media, please. Don't take any interviews or make any comments. If any police ask you questions, ask for a lawyer and stay silent." "One of my neighbors here is a deputy for the sheriff." My dad wants photos of the rifle.

I felt unsafe staying put, so I decided to head north on Sheridan Road to turn myself in to law enforcement. While running, I briefly spoke to Jason Lukowski, telling him I had shot someone and needed help getting to the police. As I continued running, a mob started chasing me, shouting threats. I kept running towards the police, with people screaming to harm me.

On 09/10/2025, the roommate received a text from Robinson: "drop what you're doing. Look under my keyboard." The roommate found a note: "I had the opportunity to take out Charlie Kirk, and I'm going to take it." Police found a photograph of the note. In a later exchange, Robinson says he is "still okay, my love," but "I'm stuck in Orem... I gotta grab my rifle still." He adds, "I had hoped to keep this secret till I died of old age. I am sorry to involve you." The roommate asks, "You weren't the one who did it. Right?" Robinson: "I am." They discuss planning for "a bit over a week," leaving no evidence, and the risk of being seen near a drop point. They mention "grandpa's rifle," possible prints, and a squad car nearby. The feds released "a photo of the rifle," and it is "very unique." He notes MAGA: "since Trump got into office, my dad has been pretty diehard MAGA." He says, "I'm gonna turn myself in willingly." He warns: "If any police ask you questions, ask for a lawyer and stay silent."

On 09/10/2025, the roommate received a text from Robinson: "drop what you're doing. Look under my keyboard." The roommate found a note: "I had the opportunity to take out Charlie Kirk, and I'm going to take it." Police photographed the note. Exchange places Robinson in Orem, planning to grab 'my rifle' and saying they hoped to keep it secret 'till I died of old age.' Roommate asks if Robinson did it; "Robinson. No." They discuss retrieving the rifle, concerns about prints and a possible serial number, and that it was 'grandpa's rifle.' The feds released a photo of the rifle, and it is very unique. Robinson says, "I'm gonna turn myself in willingly." A neighbor is a sheriff's deputy; "Don't talk to the media, please. Don't take any interviews or make any comments. If any police ask you questions, ask for a lawyer and stay silent." The search for Robin