From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Wednesday, August 02, 2006 8:39 PM PT
To:
Subject: WHO CARES? Mair – I’m not sure
I have your correct email address or the right spelling of your first name.
I heard a
rather disturbing story this morning from this gentleman Don who has done this
extraordinary landscaping job that you have yet to see which says a great deal
about this so talented and humble human being who seems to pride himself on
keeping to himself unless he sees something very wrong and can then become very
passionate.
I don’t
know Don from “a bar of soap” and for all I know he could be “Attila
the Hun” dressed up in sheep’s clothing but I am someone rather long in
the tooth to be easily conned and besides both Maggie and Pypeetoe like him a
lot.
According
to Don, a local deputy sheriff who he has had “run ins” with previously
came up to him last evening when minding his business in Pinevalley and in
front of two witnesses told Don, “What do I need to do to run you out of town?”
There is
of course a whole lot more to this story including how bold can a person with a
badge and gun be to think even if Don was “Hitler, Mussolini, Attila the Hun all
combined in to one” that he could get away in such a “public setting”
so usurping his limited authority to mention little of this cop apparently
admitting to Don that Don would possibly find a good number of other folks even
within the town were Don to “live
that long” [sic].
I have
suggested to Don that for his “own sake” he should consider very seriously the
ramifications of it being so simple for him to follow the advice of this law
enforcement officer who were it not for the fact that it is my sincere belief
he truly has quite a non-stellar track record even before he decided he wanted
to have a badge and gun, would in all probability not only be locked up and the
key to his cell thrown away but more importantly not contributing back to
society anything close to what I am quite certain Don has already accomplished
in what has no doubt been a very “full life” including having a Permanent
Restraining Order, preventing him from being within some 150 feet of the
“Children’s’ pool” over in La Jolla because, according to Don, of some 15 years
effort to bring attention to governmental authorities including the Dept of
Fish and Wildlife as well as the local lifeguards who have “seen fit” to stand
by, coming up with all sorts of pitiful excuses why it is that the seals have
been getting harassed from a whole lot more uncaring people than those with
power boats with propellers, incapable of the type of “filleting” that human
beings on the shore are most likely the culprits.
I am very
much a “numbers person” who knows probably more than the overwhelming majority
of the very few best of the best practicing attorneys how best to get one’s
“arms around” evidence including the fact that it is not hard for the “common
man” to not only understand evidence but to appreciate the “truth” that proof
is a function of evidence, the better the evidence the better the proof.
Back in
September 2002 I had the most horrific experience when an extraordinarily
poorly conditioned physician not only managed to get a Temporary Restraining Order against me on 9/11/2002, 3 days
after he attempted in front of witnesses to gaud me in to a fistfight given how
he knew from what I had been writing that it was just a question of time before
I would fully expose his and his hospital’s fraudulent billing practices and
then “sum” [sic], but “armed” with such a powerful legal document that came as
a result of this anything but “godly doctor” suggesting in his so
extraordinarily carefully crafted criminal complaint the most scurrilous acts
on my part, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination of the judge who
granted the TRO, this as close as it
gets to being a pathological liar pathologist then thought nothing of not only
using this illegally obtained TRO to
try and have me arrested when I violated the TRO but to violate the TRO
himself.
Suffice
to say Marie and I were extraordinarily fortunate to have both an honest and
very savvy judge at the hearing that took place 6 weeks later on October 24th
2002, Judge Hendrix although not capable of getting his “arms around” all the
facts that led to such atrocious behavior by such a horrifically poorly
conditioned human being who simply had a sufficiently good memory at the time
he attended some pitiful medical institution, HAD HOWEVER, seen this type of “offense is the best defense”
tactic played out in his courtroom time and again, resulting in the verdict
that was TOTALLY in my favor.
But Don
is all alone, frightened and very exposed in his trailer truck.
All one
needs to do is sit back in one of the green chairs Don has laid out in this
most extraordinary paradise he created out of G-d-Nature to know that he is a
very “blessed soul” who at a minimum deserves a “public hearing”.
Let me
know your thoughts on what I-we should do next.
Ps –
Thanks to you helping me get a “reality check” sooner rather than later,
Pypeetoe seems to doing very well.
[Word
count 911]