Minnesota Lobbyist Charged After Texts Threatening To Shoot Lawmakers

In Minnesota this summer, an arrest connected to threatening messages underscored how heightened anxiety in a community can amplify the impact of words that, on their own, didn’t target a specific individual but nonetheless raised serious concern.

Just days after the politically motivated shootings that killed Melissa Hortman and her husband and wounded John Hoffman and his wife, authorities took into custody Jonathan Michael Bohn, a 41-year-old lobbyist from Woodbury. Prosecutors filed a felony charge accusing him of threatening violence near the Minnesota State Capitol, based on a series of text messages he sent to an acquaintance.

The messages did not name specific lawmakers, but their graphic language — including references to buying ammunition and threatening to use a gun at the Capitol — alarmed the recipient enough to report them to police. Authorities said the complainant had not spoken regularly with Bohn and that political differences had strained their relationship.

Law enforcement executed a search warrant at Bohn’s home and found an unloaded firearm stored in a locked case, according to court documents. A judge set conditions on Bohn’s release that include surrendering firearms, staying a set distance from the Capitol, and avoiding contact with the person who received the messages.

In a written statement after his arrest, Bohn acknowledged that he had sent “heated and emotional texts” and said he deeply regretted the language he used while grieving the recent shootings of lawmakers and their spouses. He also said he condemns all forms of violence and expressed sorrow that his words became a distraction during a difficult time for the community.

The case sits at the intersection of free speech concerns, public safety, and community trauma. Legal authorities note that threats of violence — even when made during emotional distress — can themselves constitute a crime because of the risk they create, especially in a climate already shaken by actual acts of political violence. The courts will ultimately determine criminal liability as the process unfolds.

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