Jason Mullaney is a friend of mine. He’s been in the news as “The Navy SEAL who swindled his brothers” and has been accused of stealing $1 million dollars from other SEALs and a family friend, but from the reporting I’ve seen no one has presented the other side of a man who has helped, encouraged, and supported hundreds of people as he catapulted to the top of a very unstable structure.
First, how do I know Jason? We served together in the Teams, and I’ve been friends with him ever since we met in 1999. He provided a tremendous example for me both physically and mentally, and served as a model character for me in that community.
Jason was the quintessential squared away Team guy. Physically strong and mentally sharp, he planned ahead for everything, was meticulous with his gear, followed the “2 is 1, 1 is none” rule, and was the guy you turned to if you needed to know how to do anything.
He’s quick to smile, and quicker to lend a helping hand the instant he sees you need it.
He isn’t your average one dimensional overly muscled knucklehead; behind the tattooed exterior he has one of the sharpest minds you’ll encounter, and he gleefully puts that mind to humor and pranks as quickly and easily as he put together polished ops in the Teams and solid deals in real estate.
Whether as a SEAL operator, instructor, or later on in the world of real estate and investing, Jason maintained those qualities. His paperwork was always in order, he worked exceptionally hard both for himself and others, he was ready with a joke or his unique barking laugh, and always had a ready solution for everything that came up.
When he was on top, when the real estate market was booming, damn near every SEAL on the West Coast seemed to turn to him for help with their real estate deals. He constantly guided his friends, helped them avoid the many pitfalls of buying a house, and helped more SEALs buy houses than anyone else I know.
In fact, I’d be willing to bet that Jason Mullaney created far more wealth for the men of the SEAL Teams than he’s ever been accused of scamming anyone out of.
Jason was also a model of the motto “Do the right thing always”. Let me give you an example.
We had swam in “over the beach” in the middle of winter on a training exercise. “Over the beach” is the classic frogman entrance; you roll off a boat in the dead of night a half mile off shore with your ruck & rifle and swim in. It’s not complicated, just cold and hard.
Usually when you go over the beach, you swim in wearing a wetsuit (or drysuit) and then change somewhere on land into the appropriate attire for patrolling; wetsuits are not designed to hike in. Once you’ve changed into your patrolling gear you stay as warm and dry as you can, something that is critically important if, like we were, you are going to hole up in a “hide site” and observe the enemy while remaining undetected.
A hide site is the smallest possible space you can fit yourself into and not be noticed by folks looking for you. You don’t want to move around too much in it since the human eye is attracted by movement. Hide sites are, as the name suggests, incredibly effective at hiding what you’re doing from people trying to find you, and usually incredibly uncomfortable. You sleep, eat, watch, and shit from the same little spot for 3 days straight.
Jason, myself, and a third team member had come over the beach, changed out of our wetsuits and were patrolling along the ocean’s edge up to the spot where we would penetrate inland. We were patrolling along the water for a good reason; no one would ever think to look there for us. It was 200 feet of steep rip-rap from the waterline up to a busy highway.
Rip-rap is loose stone used to armor a breakwater or shoreline from pounding surf, and aside from sunny days in the middle of summer, rip-rap is the one of the worst possible places to walk; the rocks are slippery, the gaps between them can be big & deep, and in the dark of night it’s awfully tough to keep your footing.
We slowly made our way along the rip-rap in the dark with Jason leading. We were being very careful to simultaneously stay far enough away from the crashing ocean to remain dry, but not get pushed up the slope so much that we would be silhouetted by the lights of cars driving along the coastal highway.
I heard Jason slip, then curse as his body thudded into the rocks. There was an awful squishing sound, then the even more horrid sound of suction being released. As we scrambled over to see what had happened, our noses gave us the first hint.
The smell of dead rotting flesh overpowered the fresh salty air of the sea as we came upon Jason, who was pulling his leg, from mid-hip down, out of the decomposing body of a big dead sea lion. Jason had seen it at the last minute, adjusted his step to miss it and ended up slipping and sliding right into (and through) the monster’s body.
The smell was revolting; our thoughts flew to the coming experience of living in a small space that smelt of dead sea lion for 3 days. Without waiting for us to say a word Jason waded into the frigid water to wash off the slime & smell as best he could.
There’s not much worse than wading into cold water at midnight when moments before you were warm and dry, but without a thought for any other course of action Jason did it right away. It was the right thing. That was enough.
Later that night, after we had located a good place to hole up and settled in, it was my turn to pull the first watch, the one that goes ’til dawn. I’d made the classic mistake of not checking my gear twice before leaving, and had forgotten to pack gloves.
It wasn’t an issue at first, but as the night wore on and got colder and colder, my fingers slowly stiffened. By the time my watch was up I could only jab Jason in the side with a board-stiff hand to wake him. Cheerful as a man can be who has slept in wet pants, he joked about having a nice clean bath before sliding into a stinky hide site with us two.
I told him my hands were chilly and I’d forgotten my gloves, and in classic Jason Mullaney fashion he instantly pulled out his extra pair, “Oh, you didn’t bring spares? Stupid new guy.” Quick with a joke, always prepared, always generous, always willing to do the right thing, that’s Jason Mullaney.
So what, you’re saying? Those are nothing, those are tiny acts. A SEAL is supposed to be able to handle the cold, and you’re stupid for forgetting your gloves. That doesn’t make Jason a hero.
It doesn’t, but every soldier knows it’s the small things a man does that show you how he’ll behave when everything is on the line.
I could tell you more Mullaney stories; about how the time my car broke down and went into the shop for a week. I was a mobile notary and my livelihood depended on being able to drive all over Southern California at a moment’s notice.
I didn’t have a lot at the time; I was busting my butt, slowly salting away money, but I didn’t have anywhere near enough to rent a car for two weeks. The first guy I called was Jason. He lent me his car without hesitation, without thought for the few thousand miles he knew I’d have to put on it, and without asking when I’d have it back to him.
Anyone who ever worked with Jason has at least a few stories like that; Jason doing the right thing no matter what, Jason being ultra prepared, Jason being instantly generous. Small stories or big, helping warm up chilly hands or helping someone keep their job or buy their first house, Jason was known for his generosity and for doing the right thing.
It’s a potent combination, and one that allowed him to help hundreds of people as his business grew.
Hopefully, you’re one of those many people he helped. Hopefully, you’re as grateful as I am to have had the good fortune of meeting and working with Jason Mullaney. Hopefully, you’ll reach out in support.
I’m not asking you to pass judgement on his case; that’s what the legal system is for, as slow, inefficient, and frustratingly uncaring as it may sometimes seem to be.
I’m asking you to tip the balance of stories told about a man just slightly in his favor.
For every time you slept on his couch, borrowed a few bucks from him, drove his car, had him help you with a real estate deal, had him toss you a spare mag when you were dry, or heard his exceptionally loud voice greeting you in his happy bulldog fashion, I ask that you repay him below with a few quick words of encouragement.
For every story written about him by someone who never met Jason, I ask that you write just a few words in support below in the comments section.
Thank you.
NFH
Update, May 6th 2015: In an emotionally charged court session with supportive statements from a wide cross section of his life including his sister, co-workers in the mortgage industry, former SEALs including investor/victims, Jason Mullaney was sentenced today to 6 years and 8 months. He should be out on parole in late 2015.
Update, May 24th, 2017: Jason is out after serving his time and is working hard in San Diego. One of his goals is to repay everyone he owed and I’m pretty sure he’ll achieve it.
Finally, someone willing to stand up and speak on behalf of my brother. I have hesitated to speak publicly for Jason, not because I don’t believe in him, but because, well, he’s my brother and what sister wouldn’t support her own brother? Well I have been moved to tears reading these words today. To see in print what I already know and have known to be true for over 40 years about the amazing character of my brother, generous to a fault. I am so thankful that Jason is known at least by some for his true character. And in this week of Thanksgiving, I am thankful and very proud to say that Jason Mullaney is my brother, a man with more genuine heart and integrity than most I’ve ever met! Thank you, Nik…
I’m one of the people Jason has helped. I met Jason when I was 19, he was a friend of my brother’s. Back then I worked two jobs and had no money. He lived a few blocks from me in Coronado and was still in the Teams. During one particular rough spot Jason showed up on my doorstep with groceries, knowing I had run out of money. I had just moved into town and didn’t know anyone. Jason introduced me to his sister, my age, in an effort to help me meet people.
In university I was looking for a job, Jason offered me one immediately. Throughout the years, this has been the story of Jason. When he was doing mortgages, after getting out of the Navy, everyone was coming to him . I would often see people calling him, or coming over, asking for help; help to move, help to fix a car, to borrow a car — you name it, Jason was there helping.
At every step of the way Jason has been there for me, unfailingly. I’ve known him on his way up and I’ve known him on his way down. I know him still. I am a witness to his generosity of spirit and kindness these past 15 years. This, too, is not a comment or judgment on his current situation. This is an offer of kindness, of hope and of love to someone that has shown me nothing but. I hope others remember his help and his friendship and feel they can pass along kind words to a man of few words but tremendous heart.
Though I am not familiar with the details of the complaints against Jason I am horrified that he still sits in jail awaiting trial I imagine, no one should have to endure that.
I was Jason’s neighbor for several years before any of this happened and know him to be nothing but a kind, generous and considerate friend & neighbor. He was always willing to open his home for neighborhood parties or to help a person in need.
I do not believe that Jason ever intended to swindle anyone, I am sure he is not alone in being “upside down’ in the Real Estate market and I imagine things just went south and he tried his best to make his investors money. I am so very sorry that Jason is suffering and I wish him the best legal representation possible & would like to help. Sincerely, Liz Jardine
I remember a party of Jason’s, surrounded by friends and joking with everyone while his little dog ran underfoot — every so often, Jason would stoop down to pick up his dog and hold him out of harm’s way. He needs to know his friends have not forgotten him — great essay.
Jason M. Ha, how can i talk about him? Well let’s see. I guess, probably one of the 4 best SEALS I have ever known. I would simply say if he needed a kidney I would find a doctor to cut mine out. Jason I remember you as the best. I have made my life great and consider you one of the reasons I was able to. I cannot wait to see you bro.
I have known Jason Mullaney for 14 years, and I do not know of a more generous person with the ability to be excellent at so many things.
He helped me find my first job out here in San Diego after a 10 year hiatus from the West Coast. He also hosted an art show for a charity for foster kids in his house and included my art, and was kind enough to stock his fridge with veggies because he knew I didn’t eat junk food. It was pretty funny when he showed me a huge pack of carrot and celery sticks he bought just for me (he was kind like that), he talked a mile a minute about it and always has a contagious energy and excitement about him. Parts of him remind me of a little kid with his love for gadgets.
He is the kind of man who goes the extra mile for friends (we shared a small cubicle together for a while so I got to see the magic that is Jason Mullaney in action), whether it’s buying their home or refinancing, he had a line of people wanting to do business with him because of his generosity. I should be so lucky to have Jason on any team of mine!
I can’t wait to see how he blossoms and makes waves with his life, he is a mover and a shaker and will change the world. He really made me a better person and inspired me to do more with my life. I will be one of the people waiting there on the day of his release. Godspeed my friend. Lee
I first met Jason when I moved to Coronado in 1998. Over the years on and off I ran into Jason or one of his buddies. Jason was always a wonderful guy, nice and caring. I do not know all the details of what happened with his business but remember thinking to myself when I first heard that there had to be something that the stories were missing. He was always such a fun, caring, giving guy to anyone that I knew.
Excellent writing, Nik, and thanks for bringing another perspective.
I had only one encounter with Jason Mullaney but even that was enough for me to experience his generosity. I was out with a couple of friends and we ended up meeting up with Jason at a wine bar somewhere in Hillcrest, I believe. One of my friends was romantically involved with him at the time – I can’t be sure now whether they were breaking out as a couple or breaking up or in some wild vacillation between the two – but I remember that he was a pleasant guy and he ended up picking up the tab for all of us at the end of our evening at the wine bar. Back in those days where the diabolical combination of my low pay and poor spending habits combined to render me perpetually short on cash, this generosity was something I very much appreciated. As far as whether he picked up that tab with other people’s money, well that’s a story I don’t know anything about. And, I imagine, neither do most of the people writing about it. Mark Twain said: “Every man is a moon and has a side which he turns toward nobody: you have to slip around behind it if you want to see it.” My hope for this person, who seems to be a caring, generous soul at heart is that he slips around behind himself, begins to know the side he’s turned toward nobody, learns to love it and ultimately finds peace and happiness within himself.
As a former SEAL of 20 years and Teammate of Jason’s — I agree with you whole-heartedly. Nik. I purchased a home through Jason’s company and don’t have a single negative thing to say about the entire process. Jason and his partners were fair, forthcoming and honest. I knew Jason to be a “squared-away” Team-guy in the Teams and was a solid Operator when we went through Comms school together. Again, I have nothing but good things to say about my dealings with Jason and will stick up for him in any way available to me. Let me know…
I first met Jason when he was going thru BUD/s and later he and my husband served together in the TEAMS. Jason had a key to our home we never locked in Nado and we had one for his, we took turns hosting playdates with our lab puppies. Jason has always been a very honest, loyal, trustworthy, emphatic and loving person. He is someone that we could be loud and boisterous with, splash around in the largest hot tub in SoCal one minute and rely on to be there the next in time of need. It is a shame that our other teammates don’t have the courage or loyalty to come forward and support him.
For Jason and the world. Jason- thank you for your friendship over so many years and I am sorry I haven’t been there more for you my friend. No excuses. You can gut punch me when you are out!
I have known Jason for 20 years and have so many stories we could write a book. He helped me find my way after college and was one of my role models and mentors to join the Navy. He made sure I got my ass extra kicked in BUD/S but was also there to help guide me. Thanks for all the good times.
Jason has a huge heart and was always there for anyone. He was there when I needed help. From helping me with my gear to coming out and helping me fix my Harley when it died on the side of the road, if you dialed Jason M, he was there.
A man with honor and integrity, a man with courage and patience. I am proud to have Jason as a friend and blessed to have spent my younger years with such an incredible person.
In my mind Jason is a super hero
As a kid he played an irreplaceable role as a father figure in my life. He taught me everything from why to open doors for others to how to piss without having my pants around my ankles and how to write my name in cursive.
Most of my best memories where with him and I’m sure that someday soon, some of my greatest adventures will be with him. I recall when he would pick me up early from school and drive me around Coronado island just to spend time with me. I can recall sitting for what seemed like hours at the Starbucks while he did business with people and I enjoyed it just because I loved being around him. We would skateboard around the island and he would play catch with me no matter what . Jason was the step dad of any kid’s dreams . My mother and him never got merried but he cared for me like I was his own kid.
Jason was there for me no matter what. One day years down the road I needed someone to talk to and I hadn’t spoken to Jason for years. I didn’t have his email or his phone number so I Googled his name and found his assistant in his Company who I had never met or heard of before. I sent him an email saying that I wanted to speak to Jason . That night I received a reply saying that he knew exactly who I was, and within minutes I was Skyping Jason from the other side of the world .
He is caring , smart and personally a motivation for everything I do as a man today .
I’m honored to know him in the way that I do.
I’ve known Jason since he was a little boy as best friend to my son. After graduation I was not surprised at to hear Jason later became a Navy Seal. I had men come to my house to speak on his behalf for the highest clearance. My son also joined the Navy. Served 4 yrs active, 4 years reserve while going to college and then was encouraged by Jason to become active and go for Seals. He did and Jason was there well into his training always encouraging, helping giving tips through the ridiculous training that makes you a Seal! Only as he approached Hell Week it found that he had broken vertebrae in his neck and had to leave and have surgery. Jason was so supportive. I watched him help people. When the market crashed I feel confident that Jason did nothing malicious but like many others got in over his head. He is a good man! I believe in him and hope the justice dept hears the whole story!
Jason is a man among men. He gives when he sees a need and doesn’t ask for anything in return. He would literally take the shirt off his back and hand it over to someone who needs it and not even give a thought as to whether he has a spare. He will deal with that small detail later. I have known him for almost ten years now. I have seen him open his home to friends in need, for a night or for months on end. I have seen him loan his car, host social events at his condo, offer his professional services at no charge, to and for his friends, and friends of friends. This is just a fraction of the generosity and selflessness that I have seen Jason exemplify since I have known him. Jason gives first and thinks of the possible cost to him later, if at all. Jason embodies and lives the example most men try to present to the world. Over the last two plus years, I have fought to ensure Jason is well represented, to make sure he knows at all times that he is supported and loved. His sister, Erinn, has been an invaluable support as well as an advocate for her brother. His parents and sister Aly, have been a constant support to him. His friends who have shown support in various ways (you know who you are) have been encouraging to him in the way that only true friendship can provide. I have been able to read and see first-hand the kind of support Jason has. I am honored and proud to love Jason, and stand beside him.
Thank you Nik, for posting your heartfelt thoughts and for inviting others to do the same.
I worked with Jason from 1998 to 1999. He was always a available for advice while in the Teams. His advice was always trust worthy and he was somebody I looked up to as a highly thought of Team guy amongst his peers. I now work in the civilian sector of our country, where my past coworkers seem to care mostly about themselves. Selfishness was never the case in the Teams. The Jason I knew had the help first quality, ask questions later amongst his teammates mentality for which most Navy SEALs have genetically. I wish for brighter days to Jason. Out of this situation I’m sure he will make a positive as I’ve witnessed many times working along side the man.
Jason,
While I don’t know you, I’ve heard about you for a long time. Mainly from guys on the W coast who have had positive interactions with you.
I’m a huge believer in character, and as Nik wrote in his article — how you behave in small matters tells me how you’ll behave in large matters. I’m hoping that all of the character work you’ve done in the past will keep you focused and strong for the upcoming fight.
Thinking of you and wanting the best.
Su hermano,
CR
Like Erinn, I have been hesitant to speak as well. Not because I feel he is a bad person or a criminal in any way, but because he is family (my cousin). Even though Jason is family, the first time we met, believe it or not, was in Modesto for our grandmother’s funeral in February of 2007. Before we met I heard a bit about him from my parents and family about him being in the Navy and becoming a SEAL. I was young at the time due to our age gap (13 years) but really looked up to him for what he was and what he was sacrificing for the safety of our country. When we met, I wouldn’t say it was the most opportune time being a funeral and all but, we’re family so a formal or informal introduction shouldn’t matter. Upon meeting Jason, our handshake turned into a big bear hug with this stalwart guy. During and after the funeral there was small talk, a brief goodbye and to me I just thought that was that.
I, firsthand, know of the generosity this man has. I had come home from work one day and my Mother contacted me and was so excited. She had “great news” for me. She had been informed by my Aunt (Jason’s Mother) that Jason offered me the opportunity of a lifetime, to move to San Diego to work beside him to learn the Real Estate business. Jason, even though he and I are family, did not know me from Adam! And for him to open up his home to me with just one brief meet just shows you the type of man he is. So as the story goes I did end up moving down there.
I had just turned 23 when the decision was made to move down there. I packed up all I could and drove a rental van down to San Diego to stay with a man who I had only met one time! It must’ve been 11 PM when I arrived. And there Jason was, an eager beaver waiting for me to arrive! By the time I had one of my bags in his home he basically had the rest of my belongings inside already! “This guy moves quick!” I thought. I told myself I have to step up my game, especially with him being a former SEAL! It was an honor! For him to pick me, to work beside him was a rare opportunity. I had to give it 100% to prove to him I had what it took to “try” to keep up with him.
Okay, enough rambling about me. I really want people from both sides of the spectrum to know what a genuine, amazing, honorable (I could keep naming all of the positive traits Jason has) man that Jason Mullaney is. Like all who already know him, he would GLADLY take the shirt off of his back time and time and time again to help someone… even a stranger like me. Unfortunately the media does not always show the other side of the story. Like Nik says, we have to let the justice system work its course, slow and unjust as it is sometimes. Please, people, if you know Jason please give him your support and prayers. He needs all the positivity and compassion he can get during this rough time, for him and his family. There is a handful of responses on this blog, but there are HUNDREDS of people that Jason has helped unconditionally over the years. The Real Estate Market was a volatile time. I am sure there are hundreds, if not thousands of people who have been in the same situation. I know Jason would NOT mean ill will towards anyone.
I am truly honored and humbled to have met and spent time with Jason. I am proud to call him family and also my friend.
Love you Bro!
I’ve known Jason since the mid 1990’s. We met through mutual navy acquaintances and have been best friends since. We eventually became roommates for several years until he moved out with his girlfriend. We always stayed in touch when one or both of us were deployed overseas and our friendship never diminished.
Jason has always has been a solid guy and has a heart of gold. He was always the first to help someone out whether it was helping someone move, fix a car or give someone a place to stay during hard times. He is also an avid animal lover and has taken in many strays over the years and volunteered to prevent endangered animal poaching in other countries.
In addition, Jason has extremely strong family values. I’ve seen him interact with his parents, sisters and nephew and nieces numerous times and will do anything for them anytime. He always wanted to start his own family, but as far as I know never found the right one, however I know he wouldn’t settle then anything less than a true soul mate he could marry in the eyes of the church. He has deep religious principles.
He is and always will be a good friend of mine.
Brian P. Ruddick Jr. U.S. Navy Retired
I’m sure Jason does not remember me, but for a little while, we were in the same BUD/S pretraining class, which was known as fourth phase back then.
I didn’t become a SEAL. I dropped out in Hell Week.
Sound familiar? What the world does not know is just how tough BUD/S is even before Hell Week. So many guys give up, get injured, or fail because of the technical aspects of training. Even before Hell Week started, we lost about 40% of our class. When Hell Week was over, only 24 guys remained, and they became known as “the hard core 24.” Unfortunately, I was not among them.
I’m very thankful to have experienced Hell Week. Jason helped me get there. I was having a very difficult time with life saving. I’ve been told that life saving techniques taught at BUD/S are more technical than those taught in standard lifeguard training. I could not travel through the water carrying a drowning victim utilizing the technique taught. The BUD/S instructors could not help me despite their extensive training. Other students could not give me good advice beyond giving me pep talks. I looked everywhere and tried everything. Nothing worked. I was on the verge of not being able to pass life saving, which would have gotten me rolled back or kicked out. However, when I talked to Jason, everything changed. He showed me another technique that no one else had been able to demonstrate. I passed with flying colors when other guys failed. I was able to go to Hell Week and experience the toughest week at BUD/S instead of being dropped from training for an insignificant technicality. That did much to save my dignity, as not being able to survive training is devastating for a defeated candidate.
At least I could say that it took the toughest week at BUD/S to bring me down. For that, I am greatful to Jason.
After dropping out of training, a defeated BUD/S candidate must go to another part of the navy and perform well as if the devastating DOR (drop on request) never happened. My job was aircraft mechanic, known in the navy as AD. It requires thick skin and very strict attention to detail. It took me a long time to get over my failed BUD/S candidacy. Knowing that it took Hell Week to bring me down helped me extensively. I credit Jason for helping me survive until that fateful week. I know that he does not remember me, but I will never forget. Thanks always!
AD1 Mark Owen USNR (ret)
I’ve read this essay and all the comments several times today…It is a relief to know that Jas has so many friends and a beatiful family to support him…
Jason is not only a good man but also the best, the most caring person I’ve ever met…I am looking forward to seeing him get this over with very soon…Jas deserves the best…
Although non military myself, I met Jason through some other SEAL friends over a decade ago and we’ve gone from being great friends to more like family in the years since.
From the start I was so impressed with how selfless Jason was to everyone in his life, and I had never met Anyone so respected and adored by everyone he knew.
I remember early on, I was living 45 min North of downtown San Diego and a promising date surfaced with a girl I really liked for later that night while I was hanging out at Jason’s (5 min from downtown). I was barely off the phone with the girl and J had two different dinner jackets dangling in front of me (with a big smile), so I didn’t have to go all the way home to change or kick start the relationship at a nice restaurant in a t‑shirt. He always happily shared anything and everything he had if it would make someone’s situation or day better.
Later on a Harley trip, I rode from Denver to San Diego only stopping for gas and was so tired I was hallucinating by the time I got home. Jason always seemed to care about my well being like a brother, and the next Harley trip I took, he gave me a comped room he had saved at a half way point so I wouldn’t push it- he knew I would. I’ve since wised up.
In-between my many moves and some difficult times, Jason gave me his spare room (sometimes for many months) and wouldn’t take any money. I can’t express in words how much that helped me and I truly miss those days of camaraderie.
When my Father unexpectedly died in 2010 Jason knew I was a total mess and he just took over, made all my travel arrangements so I could focus on making calls and other arrangements with my family- it was huge.
Jason constantly went out of his way to help and take care of family, friends, co-workers, animals, and total strangers. He’s absolutely made an Epic impact in my life, and helped me be a better/ mindful/ helpful/ thankful person.
This article needs to be publicized more…I’m not a seal. Just a father of 2 and a person who is actively in real estate & financing like Jason was. I met Jason through a friend. I wanted to find someone that i could follow and mirror into being successful and within a few days i realized he was one of the most diligent, hard working & selfless people I had ever met. Everyone screams how much money they’ve lost and when that happens, people try and point the finger to the one that is putting in the hard work. The bottom line is, an investment is an investment, you win some, you lose some, that’s life. Nobody speaks about how Jason lost money…because he never cried about it. Jason is an asset to society, always helping, always striving to improve, if there’s anyone out there that deserves to be free, it’s this guy! Cheers Jason! Anything you need, i’ll always be willing to help you!
Much Love,
Ian H. Boshoff
Jason’s chance to tell his side of the story was long overdue. It confirms what his friends and family have known from the beginning. No one who has known Jason for anytime at all would believe he would steal from anyone much less a friend. I remember when Jason found out I was going to propose to Olivia he knew someone that had a diamond, bought it and let us make payments on a no interest loan. Jason has always treated the people around him with respect, regardless of how much you had or didn’t have. To Jason a friend was a friend. I had a mutual friend ask me what I thought of Jason. My reply was I would trust him with my life and my wife. There aren’t many people I would say that about. As a former Marine I would have proud to share a fighting hole with my friend Jason. I am looking forward to tipping a beer and playing some pool with him in the near future.
Robert and Olivia Hines
My name Mike Hudson and first I want to say that I am very sorry it took me so long to find this way of speaking up for my old friend and former student. I was the lead coordinator and on-site EMT and paramedic instructor for a pilot program for NSWG1 from 1994–1999. I taught a good portion of my courses at the teams in SEAL Team one and Team Three classrooms. I precepted and mentored many team guys on my city of san diego paramedic ambulance. Jason was one of my students and paramedic interns. What most people don’t know is that Jason was a SOT (which back in the day was the designation for a SEAL Team medic) From day one in the paramedic course he was a stand-up guy and always willing to go the extra length to learn the art of saving lives, to do things the right way in order to take care of his injured friends. He was a consummate professional and a god damn good medic. He often rode extra shifts on my paramedic unit, when he didn’t have to. Extra shifts that would eventually make him a better medic and ultimately a better SOT. We were a very busy unit (medic 201 downtown SD) and I got to see Jason shine as a medical provider. He truly cared about being the best at what he did.
Ty Woods and Jason were two of my most memorable paramedic students and it kills me to see Ty dead and now Jason Mullaney in jail.
To the person who started this campaign I want to say a hearty thank you for doing this damage control page. You are a good man and one that Jason I am sure is proud to call a friend.
In closing; to the team guys that Jason (supposedly) screwed over I can say this: Jason would have taken a round for any one of you and you know it. So rather than throw your friend under the bus take a step back and look at the big picture. It’s only money and it can be replaced. Your friend and team mate cannot. Don’t trade money for his life. You didn’t lose your life, yet Jason is losing his life day by day as he sits in jail. You just lost your ability to buy a plasma TV or retire early and go fishing. So your daughter is going to have to work a job while she goes to college like most kids do anyway. If that money is so important to your future go do a bullshit diplomatic protection deployment with TC or Dynacorp and you will make $100,000 in 6–8 months, especially as a former Navy SEAL.
Does he deserve a solid tune-up? YES. Does he deserve to rot in jail with rapists, child molesters and murderers? HELL NO!!
Don’t let Jason spend any more time in a cage. You are essentially committing him to years of mental anguish and slow torture. It’s no way for a man like him to live. If the tables were turned he would beat your ass, buy you a beer and call it square. He would maybe not forget but he would for sure forgive and so should you. Don’t testify against him, testify in his defense.
Stay strong bro.
Your old friend and paramedic instructor; Hud
I should begin by saying I am a former Navy SEAL, and an investor (“victim”) who lost money, who provided statements to both the prosecution and the defense.
I am also one of the many people Jason has helped and Jason is my friend. Because I have been on both sides of this case I have tremendous respect for all those on both sides of this case. i
The only thing I am absolutely sure of these days is that I am absolutely not sure about anything I thought I knew about this case. I do not know all of the details and I’m sure that’s true on both sides of this case and probably for a variety of very good reasons. I will not say I was led or misled to believe anything, but I will say I got caught up in the swirl of what I saw on Fox news and read on the internet about Jason. For that I am sorry and “ashamed of myself “just doesn’t quite cut-it. I will say I have not seen any evidence that shows Jason intentionally engaged in anything deceitful.
I provided information based on what I thought, what I’d heard, what I thought I’d heard, and I never heard Jason’s side of the story until a few weeks ago. I have not seen any black and white evidence that incriminates him of anything other than being a man who lost money, was understandably regretful and ashamed, and who was abandoned by me ‑as a friend-for a while. I know understand that Jason was not not allowed-or was discouraged-from telling his side of the story for legal reasons. That changes everything.
I got caught up in the swirl of rumors and news coverage and upon reflection I see how I allowed rumors and my imagination to interfere with my own personal knowledge of his character. I know Jason to be an honest, dependable, honorable man. He may have lost money and been so ashamed he left town but in my eyes that’s not a crime-it’s just a really bad, regretable idea.
I feel the prosecution had a job to do and they did it and did it well. I have so much respect for the prosecution it’s hard to write this without feeling disrespectful. I love everyone, but I do not see how it will be of benefit to anyone for Jason to remain incarcerated any longer.
Jason, I love you and I will always love you and you are my brother. I hope that others will read this, search their hearts and remember what they also know to be personally true of your character, and give you their support. I can only speak for myself and assume responsibility for my part in wanting to you out of jail right now. I love you brother.
Love Jim
God Bless You
Praise Jesus
Always been my boy. I was not a SEAL, was an amphibian rocon corpsman. Met a bunch of Jason’s HM BUD’s mates in San Antonio TX at goat lab circa 1993. He was always a great guy, I totaled his 64′ Mustang just shy of our HS graduation night and he took the blame, will never forget it. Good man, a patriot, happy memorial day bro, please let me know how to get in contact with him if anyone knows. Really need to say hi.
JS-
Love You Brother. See You Soon
I met Jason in 2011 in Tucson AZ , I was making a tough real estate decision and he gave me good informative advice about what I should do regarding a short sale of one of my properties. It seemed obvious to me that he has real knowledge of the business. I took his advice and it worked out well for me.
Many thanks for writing this.
I’m one of the lucky souls that Jason saved.
I can’t put into words what a brother he has been and I will forever be indebted.
Ice.
Raff
It is a shame to see how every one grilled him
He has been my friend my brother my daughter hero.
He never robbed anyone he never had the intention nor a plan ehat went wrong no one knows but one thing is for sure he is and always be a straigt up guy
Like Casey said he will go above and beyond the call of duty to help anyone assist anyone lend anyone in need and always with a big smile nothing was too much for him when it was for helping.
God Bless you and it is a privilige being your friend still!!!
I lost everything also helping keep him a float untill i had nothing else and Im sure im was short in everything comoared to Him
Hopefully we will meet again Pau sure misses you !!