From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Thursday, June 21, 2007 11:55 AM PT
To: Sargent Jensen - San Diego Police Harbor Department; Michael Lombardi - FBI
Cc: rest; Leutenant William Kemery - San Diego Sheriffs Department Internal Affairs Unit; NO LONGER PRACTICING, thank G-d, Dr. John Ben Stewart MD - aka The Sperm Donor aka The It; Guy Friedman; George Hurst Esq. - Lawyer-liar for Dr. John Ben Stewart aka Sperm Donor; Mr. Gonzales - Attorney General of the United States Justice Department; King Golden Jr. Esq.; William S. Lerach Esq. - Chairman of the Firm
Subject: WE ARE LOST!

Gentleman,

At about 12:30 this morning, just a few minutes after I had turned off the lights in the bedroom of our Stone Home here deep inside the Cleveland National Forest, a white, what I believe to be a 4 door sedan, looked like a Ford, drove at a very normal speed right up the driveway but just a little beyond what you might expect from people not wanting to give any of the occupants reason to be concerned and with its headlights still on waited for exactly 15 seconds without anyone getting out of the car, sufficient time though, for me to get out of bed, put on a pair of pants with a Velcro fly that of course saved time.

I wasn’t really all that concerned for my personal safety, thinking besides for “why?” mostly about my dogs getting caught up in any “cross-fire”.

Naturally had my wife, Marie Dion Gevisser been presented my level of anxiety might have been heightened had she not confirmed she had called up a couple of strangers to tuck us both in to bed, but still not to the point that I would be foolish enough to discharge any gun let alone the gun Judge Hendrix placed in her possession on October 24^th 2002 after her X-husband, the now permanently sidelined physician, Dr. John Ben Stewart MD sought to get some level of satisfaction out of this very savvy and might I add the words “very fair” Lily White Wheaty Eating judge who had just moments before guillotined the heads of both Dr. JBS MD and his “money talks” attorney Mr. George Hurst Esq. in refusing to grant JBS aka The Sperm Donor aka THE IT a permanent restraining order against without me getting a permanent restraining order against him after this “Poor Bred” had on September 11^th, 2002 filed a baseless and so insidious criminal complaint against me aimed of course at murdering not just my very good name but the life and soul of MDG.

Moreover, the decision by Judge Hendrix in response to THE IT’s outburst in the courtroom, “HE HAS A GUN!” which had some including possibly my good friend Devin Standard in the courtroom thinking that I was brandishing a gun right then, to have MDG continue to retain possession of the gun which was my intention when I first purchased this rather cool looking small revolver, was much more than simply “adding salt to the wound” for you could have taken out a knife and cut through the stillness that came over THE IT as the judge painstakingly, methodically and ever so patiently twisted the knife in to the most beastly wound you could ever imagine in your whole life.

Suffice to say that the “celebration meal”, coffee and cookies that Devin, Marie and I enjoyed immediately after was as sweet as it gets.

God only knows how appreciative I was to be an American.

There was a green hose coiled loosely in the front of the Stone Home and so it is possible that the two occupants were simply illegal immigrants wanting to enjoy a free drink of water even though they could see very clearly there was at least one person inside given how just prior to driving up the driveway they had driven around our property on the dirt road, disappearing for several minutes and you would think had seen at least the light coming from my computer screen but not necessary, although in addition to the hose was my wife’s Datsun Pathfinder and my Ducati ST4S motorcycle that was covered with my Mini Cooper S’ car cover that is showing lots of wear and tear and then in clear view was my second hand super-duper mountain bike that I had left outside.

It is just as easily possible that THE IT could have hired someone who hired someone who hired someone off the streets of Amsterdam, Holland just to come by and visit although you would be thinking it is more likely the occupants were simply high on drugs and got lost even though their actions were just as controlled as mine even when after a full minute backing away, in no hurry to run over stones lining the driveway or spinning their wheels when leaving; on the contrary they were very very very much taking their time just like when they pulled right up to the middle of the side window of the bedroom facing almost due south and again just letting the car with its lights on idle for sufficient time for me to get on my Velcro fly calf length long pants and for me to make the first move.

Of all the people on my 4 or so “hit lists” in addition to FOOLS NAMES, FOOLS FACES IN PUBLIC PLACES list who I have an “issue or tTOo with” [sic], THE IT must in fact be at the very top in terms of the most “dangerous” and that of course includes his on-off again 5 foot 11 inch, 180 pounds of fat, age now 45 odd, Ms. Dawn, still to the best of my knowledge not sporting either an engagement or wedding ring despite doing so much of THE IT’S dirty work.

You would know that THE IT does not have many if any friends at this time and is constantly worried that his two kids that we know of, may before his time is up consider the trust funds he has set up to bribe both of them not simply worthless but less than worthless, in other words more a “liability” than an “asset”, given how blackened are THE IT’s hands.

THE IT also knows that even though he has been very successful so far with both kids in preventing them from even being curious to examine all the court records as well as the back and forth emails that tell quite of story of his very troubled mind that his first wife, an attorney, may have picked up much sooner than my wife and why his first wife also left him but before having any kids, he has also committed such slimeball acts against each kid individually, such acts having nothing to do with either me or my wife, that there is going to come a point when the kids may in fact come out of their semi-comatose state of mind.

And for all I know one or both of them have not only decided to be conscious competent human beings but they may have already done the right thing and the smart thing which is also the right thing and expressed LOUD AND CLEARLY to this slimeball of slimeballs what exactly he can do with those so very bloodied and blackened trust funds.

I haven’t spoken with Danielle in more than a week and when I spoke with JoNathan last night he also never mentioned anything but I was being quick because I wanted to speak with MDG to hear about her beyond belief funny dealings with General Electric’s both service and customer care departments although I am disappointed she wasn’t able to get out of any of them an email address despite informing them, “My husband knows how to use email!”

We all know THE IT reads my emails and that includes Detective Steele of the San Diego Police Department as well as the FBI agent who visited with me right after the initial hearing with Judge Hendrix when THE IT tried to intimidate my wife with the most beautiful photograph of a naked woman where you couldn’t even see the face, just the most awesome smile from a side angle, in an attempt to stop her from giving truthful testimony.

THE IT while very much a flat line plotter knows exactly how to get others to “shoot his poison tipped arrows”.

THE IT’s one neighbor, Mr. King Golden Esq, my one personal American attorney for some 15 odd years is also well aware of certain facts of life that didn’t need to be enumerated in my emails including how easy it is to get a junkie off the side streets of Amsterdam to do the “dirty work” for just a vial of meth.

I now have two spent cartridges from my Glock semi-automatic which you would know even without me reminding you that I remain despite not firing many rounds in recent years an excellent shot, far better than THE IT who I believe still has a collection of guns.

Desperate people act desperately and remember all the occupants of the 4 door white sedan with perfect paint work at least on the passenger side may have simply wanted to get to the source of the water and drove up alongside the house simply following the green hose that would only have stood out if their car lights were aimed in that direction which could only happen when driving up the mostly stone driveway, but I cannot be certain.

You would also perfectly understand why I never thought for a moment to call 911 given how it is “public knowledge” I have an “issue” with the local sheriff’s department, specifically Corporal Matt McClendon.

You would also know that my psychological profile is not to “shoot first” but to “investigate” to the point of first calling out and when told “We are lost!” to not only have given away my position but to have been possibly “lured out” to give a helping hand to a dog-a cat-a catamaran blah blah that they just happened to have found lying injured on the dirt road when first staking out the property and/or rattling my cage, more likely.

If nothing else simply add this to my file.

Ps – I thought it was interesting that I met this morning on the one trail closest to our cabin a gentleman who first looked like he was hiding out in the bushes as he was about 30 meters off the path, just his head and shoulders sticking out but you would have had to be looking directly in his direction. Rick who is 45 years of age, a former U.S. Special Forces commando, specialty demolition and now managing 90 days on, 90 days off, a small translation company headquartered on the main, highly secure, U.S. military base in Afghanistan, and I just started chatting after he responded, “Just blowing off steam” to my first question, “What are you doing hiding out in the bushes?”

It is so rare to run in to anyone on these most awesome trails. Word must be getting out.

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